Really Mark? (adopted by Markiplier)

Familiar Feeling

Cincinnati, eh?
A trip to his old resort he says.
We will have fun he says.
Others will love you he says.
Ha, bullshit!

Silence creeps upon the two of you as you pick at the end of your shorts. As you sat in the passenger seat Mark is your designated driver. The airport surely wasn't a long ways away from were you sat, but like always traffic snakes its way into your plans.

"Goddamn teenagers." You here Mark mumble under his breath when being cut off in the middle of the commotion. To this you scoff, and hesitate to speak your mind about the current situation.

"Yeah, you too." He playfully tosses your way with a grin.

"You were one too, don't forget that." You cross your arms after pushing a loose strand of hair from your face.

"Exactly, now if I were you I would be excited." Mark again tries to persuade you to smile. Of which of course you had no planning in doing. The whole time Mark converses with you his hands were doing most of the talking. It was mostly full of cracking jokes, and telltale signs that his family was huge. You never really did well around crowds, at the orphanage you were just used to Cry. Speaking of...

"Markimoo, I have a question for you." You began thinking of how to put your wonders into words. As soon as the words left your mouth Mark had half of his gaze on you, half on the road.

"Why do you not talk with Cry anymore?" Your confused stature puzzled your driver more than yourself. It seemed as if he was hiding something from you.

"Please tell me the truth, Mark." This time you spoke sternly, like he was teen and you were the mother.

"I don't think he's safe." Mark blurted out, eyes still on the road. His wording confused you even more. "I don't think you should be hanging around him."

You supposed it was better to not tell him about your appearances on the Late Night show. It would worry him even further. Besides, you loved Cry like a brother, not a soulmate. You didn't see anything wrong with him, he was your sense of comfort.

"You good?" Mark asked you interrupting your train of thought. You looked up at him with a scowl.

"I'm fine." You thought better of disrespecting Mark's choices, it would make the trip less eventful. Besides, you would be acting more suspicious. You still hadn't told him about your orphanage past.

~Time Skip to Cincinnati~

"That was my first plane ride." You stood from your seat a little green in the face.

"I can tell." Mark scoffs taking your hand in his. It would be a little hard navigating the bridges, and archways all throughout the station. Plus it just made you feel better overall.

As the two of you lugged your baggage around the airport you scanned the faces of the ongoing passengers. Mommyplier was supposed to be picking us up, and taking us back to her humble abode. Mark did more of the searching, you had your mind set on other things.

~oh, lookie, another one~

"I gotta tell you, (y/n), we're going to be living with the Cyndago crew for a while." Mark's sudden words caused you to do a spit take, and sputter water all over your monitors. Currently you were on YouTube answering questions, and commenting on your own. Now you couldn't even see the words you were looking at before.

"When are we gonna settle down, and not worry about boxes, and tape?" Slightly angered you lay your fists on the keyboard looking up at your adopted father.

Mark sighs before answering, "When we don't have people knocking on our doors at eight in the afternoon. Plus we will always have to worry about boxes, Tiny Box Tim will always have a place in our hearts." At the last part Mark put a hand over his chest and fakes a sob. You scoff still trying to wipe what's left of your spill off of you equipment.

"Sorry for the surprise there." He then apologizes leaning on the guest room door. It was a good thing Mark's room is still intact, you two did have to share a room.

"No biggie, Mark." You then went back to your job on the Internet, but couldn't help but think about the Cyndago crew. While you were there you could work on that birthday skit.

Not too long after a door bell ring could be heard buzzing throughout the entire house. Mark hadn't told you about a lot of things lately.

(Sorry if this is late, but I feel like ending this story when you move. It won't be long after your birthday which I'm deciding to make it be my birthday, Sep. 3. Just a quick update on a lot of things at one time.)