Honey. [Markiplier x OC]

The Ballad Of Jules Alistair Carter.

On their way back up to their floor, Alicia learned more about Jules than she ever did about any acquaintance. He was spirited and filled with the delight of a beaming flower child, his bright gray eyes glistening in the dim light of the elevator as he rambled on about himself. Alicia couldn't help but admire his open personality. His crooked grins and love for profanity intrigued her as he told of how he just moved to L.A. from Seattle and how both of his parents had perished in a really bad car accident when he was a child, resulting in him having to live in a foster home.

"Seattle is the best, man, especially if you have a love for the sea. Do you like fishin'?" he quirked, traces of humor in his voice.

"I-I've never been fishing before," Alicia said with a small giggle, making Jules smile brighter.

"Really?! I have to take ya sometime. It's the best, especially if the fish are biting! Tilapia and potatoes for dinner," he said, his voice still carrying the humor and happiness. Alicia shook her head and smiled softly to herself. She reached her apartment and Jules stopped abruptly, looking disappointed that they had reached her apartment so soon.

"Oh, I guess this is your apartment. Well, I live just down the hall if you ever want to hang out. I really haven't had anyone to hang with since I've been here so I'm glad that I at least got to make an acquaintance," Jules said softly, smiling softly at Alicia. Alicia frowned softly at his words, she didn't think that he had been that alone. She hesitated with her thoughts for the moment, knowing that it would be best not to invite him in, just for the sake of her and Mark's relationship-whatever it was suppose to be. She instantly scratched that thought and chastised herself slightly.

"It's not like you're going to sleep with him, Alicia! You guys are just neighbors...," she thought to herself, making her shake her head silently at her ridiculous thoughts before she pulled herself out of her head to look and see that Jules had already made it to his apartment, fumbling to unlock his door.

"Hey!" Alicia said, getting his attention and Jules immediately looked up, his gray eyes puzzled.

"Um, if you don't have anything to do, you wanna hang out? I make awesome milkshakes," Alicia said, smiling as Jules's face lit up in happiness. Alicia felt warm, she loved to make people feel happy and welcome in any situation. She could tell that he hadn't had a real friend in a long time and living alone in a busy city that seemed to move without you had to be hard. She knew that feeling all too well. She slipped off her flats and put on a pair of plushy socks before getting everything ready for milkshakes. As she set the ice cream on the counter, there was a knock on the door and she immediately weaved her way around the corner of the island in her small kitchen to her apartment door. Alicia raised an eyebrow and smiled when Jules stood happily at her door, his thick golden locks pushed back from his face and his blonde lashes fluttered over his crystal eyes as he gave her a excited grin.

"Come in!" Alicia says with a bright grin and Jules immediately stepped inside and sat at the island as he watched Alicia make their milkshakes. He continued to entertain her with random stories from his childhood, his love for ABBA and his degree in graphic design. He was very talkative and humorous as he continued to riddle his tales to Alicia through out the rest of the night. Every now and then during their conversation, Alicia's mind drifted to Mark. She wondered what he was doing and how everything was going for him and his trip to Cincinnati. She wished that she would have told him that she was going to miss him but in her heart, she knew that he already could feel that she would. She sighed inwardly at the thought, she didn't want things to become complicated for them and then she suddenly felt that their extent their relationship had grown to be was a mistake. Alicia pushed it quickly from her mind; it was ridiculous to think of it that way. They both wanted this...