I'm Not Perfect Either (Markiplier X Reader) *UNDER REVISION*

Chapter Four

(F/n)= friends name
A/N
So I read through the past few chapters and there was some weird random errors like random words so I just wanna clarify. I really dont wanna type out everything I have written in my notebook so I just use my voice talk thingy on my phone for typing. For the most part I check for mistakes but some kinda slip away. Ive tried in publishing a part and fixing them but on my screen they still sho and if they show up on urs still im so sorry! Ill try to fix the ones in the future! Anyways onto the story!

"Okay...glad I told you, Mark..." she turns around her sobs growing louder. Shit. I should have said something. Mark your an idiot! Go after her! Make her feel better! You did this ya dingus! But my legs don't move. I'm frozen in place.

After about 10 more minutes of standing in complete shock I go up to (y/n)'s door. I have no idea what to say. 'Sorry I don't have strong feelings for you and I'm leaving' doesn't really sound like a good idea. I think about the moment in the recording room though. Was it really just nothing? Was I actually thinking about kissing her without realizing it? Was it just being around a girl I didn't know from youtube? Because she doesn't like me for the fact that I'm #sexymark? If I had gone through with that kiss wouldn't have even meant something?

I hear thunder. Must be storming pretty bad based on the size of it. Then the lights go out. I hear a scream. (y/n). The door flies open and her arms fling around me.

"Mark don't leave me alone!" She's still crying.

"Okay. I wont. Are you...uh are you okay at all?" I stutter.

"No! I'm terrified of storms!" She starts to cry harder. She didn't react like this to the last storm.

"You weren't like this last time," I state.

"Well, yeah. That's because I was with you. Watching you and your videos always makes my fears go away." Then as if she remembered everything that had happened not to long ago...she got over her fear. "But now I realize...I dont need you anymore." She slammed her door shut. 

"(Y/n) seriously? You don't like me you're just infatuated with me because of youtube!" I yell through the door. Teenagers will be the death of me.

"Why don't you go back to LA you free loader! It's where you belong!"

I feel like I got punched in the gut. I really did hurt her. She really does like me. Unfortunately we live so far away. I belong in LA just like she said.

*The Next Day*

"I was so glad you took the time to come and visit. It means a lot. I know you're a really busy guy. (y/n) is sad to see you go."

Yeah, that and she's probably really heartbroken.

"I don't know what's gotten into her though. I thought she would have wanted to come with to say goodbye. Did she say goodbye to you?"

"Yup," I lied. Unless her yelling for me to go back to LA and calling me a freeloader with a goodbye to her. "She's a teenager though." I add. "She just wants to live her life the way she thinks is best. Instead of coming with she'd rather talk with her friends."

We arrive at the airport and Nancy help me with my things. "She didn't tell you, did she?" Nancy asks.

"Tell me what?" I say confused.

"It's no big deal really its just she only has one friend that she actually likes to talk to. The rest are just more like school mates. That's part of the reason I asked for you to come over. She needed to open up and make more friends. I knew there was no better friend than you."

Well what a great friend I am. She told me she likes me and I do nothing about it. "Did she tell you she got asked out?" I try to lighten up the friend situation. Being asked out must've been pretty big if she doesn't have many friends.

"Yeah...sad isn't it?"

"She seemed pretty happy when she told me." What's sad about this?

"The guy did it as a joke. She gets picked on a lot so I don't blame her for always getting mad over small things. She always tells me not to confront parents about it because then she gets more shit for it at school."

"I wish I would have known sooner. I would have done anything to make it better. Call me if there's anything I can do, ever."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Mark. It was good seeing you again."

We exchanged hugs and I board my plane after all that plane security junk.

*One Boring and Sad Plane Ride Later*

If I only would have known I could have tried to do something. Not that I know what to do. I have her number. I can try and text her, but what are the chances she'll respond. Once I get home I tried texting her anyways.

Me:Hey
I just got home.

Like I had predicted I don't get a response. I really need to talk to her. I don't know why I'm feeling this way. I just want her to be happy. I can't imagine being asked out as a joke. I feel so bad for her.

*Your Pov*
I look at my phone. A text from Mark? Two texts? Why is he texting me? I read them. What do I care if he's home? Good for him. Hope he's happy being home. What I want to say is 'wow guess what so am I!' but I decide to not say anything. He just doesn't understand. No one understands. I just don't want to be alone. Is that too much to ask? The only person who cares is my only friend. My best friend. (f/n). I could tell her. I don't want to be a nuisance. That's all I seem to be to anyone. I don't try to be. It's just how it turns out. I've gotten used to it now. It's not all bad. I've at least had boyfriends. It's never worked out. Let me rephrase that. I've never worked out. And I'm not going to work out for Mark either.