Love At First Glance; A Markiplier Fangirl Story

Episode One; School Time!

Author's Notes!:

Okay. So Markiplier Is.. Awesome And I Admire Him A lot. This Fan girl Story Is Based Of Every Fan girl's Dream: To Meet The Person They're Fanning Over xD. So Yeah There Probably Will Be A lot Of Mistakes. DON'T JUDGE MEHH D: Plus I'm Not Good At Writing Fan girl Stories Even Though I'm Such A Huge Marki Fan^^ Comment, Rate, Share! :3

ALSO! Mark's Personality Might Not Be Right On The Dot And Because I Haven't Experience College Life Yet,I Might Have Some Trouble Explaining That Kay?

She Came To This Realization: She'd Never Stand Out. No Matter The Effort She'd Put Forth, She Just Couldn't. Her Mind Made The Attempt To Convince, "One Day, I'll Become A Person Who Can Speak Her Mind, Who Can Not Care About The Criticism Placed In My Mind, And To Be The Girl Everyone Wants To Know." She Wanted To Believe In Herself. She Wanted To Break Free From The Deceptive Shell She Called Comfort. Desperatly, She Ached To Just Be Seen For Who She Was And Not For What People Portrayed Her To Be. To Be Known, Not As The Quiet 'Weirdo', But As The Powerfully Voiced, Unashamed Actor. That Was Her Dream.

She Grew Tired Each Day From Being Lonely. After School, She'd Sit In Her House, Stare Outside And As She Watched Other's Life Carry On In True Happiness, She'd Cry. For Hours Until Her Eyes Were Dry And She Couldn't Weep Anymore. It Never Stopped Her From Her Anger. Her Passionate Screaming And How She Often Broke Things. With No One To Ever Stop Her, Things Just Continue To Escalate. Now She Always Wonders, 'When Will I Break?'

I Closed The Door Of My Black 2012 Ford Focus And Sat On The Back Rear Of My Car And Stood Staring At The Campus. The Mile's Limestone Campus Was A Big One, Middleschool Rested In The East Side While Gradeschool Was More Close The Highschool Over On The Northern Side. There Was A Seperate Building For The Pool And Gym Room Over On The SouthWestern Side. And Also, A Huge Track Field Over The Western Area. A Small Portion Was Occupied By The Gradeschooler's Playground Near The Track Field. I Sighed In Discomfort And Thought, Just Another Day To Get Through... Unnoticed.

The School's Huge Bell That Rested In The Courtyard Rung Loudly, Interupting My Thoughts. I Sighed Again, Gathered My Things And Hopped Off My Car Heading Inside To My First Class.

Let Me Say This, This School Was Fancy But It Wasn't All To Strict.

I Entered My first Period Being 30 Minutes Late And Took A Quick Note Of The Activity Going On As I Sat At A Empty Far Away Table. The 'Popular' Rich Whores Were Over In The Corner Sitting On The Laps Of None Other Then The 'Popular' Rich Guys.

I Snickered In Dissaproval. One Thing I Hated More Then Incorrect Grammer Was Sluts. Not The Broke Slut. Not The Slut That Denies Shes A Slut. Or The 'Angel' Slut. But The Rich Slut. They Had The Money To Dress Themselves (Fully!) And Buy Anything Their Cold Hearts Desired. But, Sadly, They Choose To Be Less then What They Are.

I Peered Over To The Other Corner And Smiled. Only The Existance Of A Being So Heavenly Could Curl My lips. Mark. Mark Fischbach. He And His Too Friends Bob And Wade Seemed To Be Over Working On Something Interesting Seeing As Their Eyes Were Glued To The Screen Of The Computer placed In Front Of Them And The Intent Look They All Had Plastered To Their Faces. I Giggled A Bit At Their Intense Look.

No Other Group Mattered To Me. I Was In Fantasy World Now. I Thought About Him Daily. He Keeps Me Going, He Gives Me Hope. His Personality Astounds Me Though I Witness It Everyday. Everything About Mark Made Me Shiver. I Was In Love With His Powerful Voice, It Was A Bit Sexy Too -- I Mentally Slapped Myself. What Was That? No. He Would Never EVER Notice A Girl Like Me.

Just Look At What Im Wearing, A Grey Baggy Hoody With Loose Black Jeans And A Pair Of Grey Vans. Not To Mention My Hair. My God Forsaken Hair. I Had Pulled It Back Into Messy Ponytail And Pinned it With A Bobby Pin. I Let A Few Pieces Of My Brown Strings Lay On My Pale Face.

So Yeah, Nothing To Drool Over. The Only Thing I Really Have any Confidence In Is My Body. I Was Pretty Curvy And I Was Satisfied With My Weight. I Never Really Payed Attention To Small Things Like That, That Were Those Girls Who Would Die If The Dial Moved When They Stepped On Their Scale.

The Thoughts Of Mark Never Noticing Me, Saddened My Mood. I Hated When I Became Like This. I Would Become Sad And Never Come Out Of It. It Was Like Someone Grabbed My Insides And Pulled Them All Out. I Felt Empty, Lonely And Depressed. I Sighed And Layed My Head Against The Table And Blocked Out All Of the Noise The Class Was Making.

A Sudden Tap On My Shoulder Lifted My Head And I Slowly Turned To the Intuder Of My Sadness. I Winced At The Abrupt Flash Of Light On My Face.

"What A Lovely Face." A Deepish Monotone Voice Commented.

I Opened My Eyes And Observed The Person in Front Of Me. It Was A Tall Slender Boy. He Had Messy Dirty Blonde Hair And Light Blue Eyes. His Way Of Dressing Wasnt Too Different From My Own. He Wore A Almost Skin Tight Black Hoodie And A Pair Of Black Sneaks With Not Too Baggy Blue Sweat Pants.

I Noticed Him Staring At Me As If He Were Trying To Command Me With His Eyes.

"Well You're Sitting In My Bloody Seat. I Would Like To Sit Down." He Said In A Cruel Manner.

Now, I May Be Quiet, But I Don't Take Anyone's Sh*t. His Cold Voice Annoyed Me. When I'm Annoyed I Tend To Become Sacastic.

"Oh Boo-hoo. Your A** Can't Enjoy The Cold Metal-ness Of Another Seat?" I Rolled My Eyes And Turned Away Laying My Heaf Back Down.

I Swear It Was Like One Of Those Romance Movies, The Girl Insults The Cruel Cool Type Guy And In Return He Laughs. Then They Get To Know Each Other, Fall In Love On The Way Blah Blah Blah.

His Laughter Didnt Effect Me. I Continued To Lay Still And Even Closes My Eyes Trying To Block Out The Random Guy. I Felt A Slight Bump On The Table As The Guy Pulled Up A Chair To The Table.

It Was Silent For A Bit Before The Boy Spoke, "Uhm. My Name Is Daniel." He Said Awkwardly. Awkward. My Personal Specialty. I Looked Up Slightly And Gave The Boy a Stare. "I'm Arie." I Said Quick And Uninterested Then Layed My Chin On My Fore Arm Giving A Clear View Of The Boy's Face. I Stared. He Stared Back. Within A Few Minutea He Looked Away From my Eyes And Back. He Did It Again. And Again. "What?" I Suddenly Noticed His Slight British Accent. Oh My, Am I Supposed To Drop Dead Now? I Thought. "Do I Make You Feel Awkward?" He Half Smiled. "No, Not At All. Are You Trying To Weird Me Out? I'll Let You Know Now. Nothing Can Weird This Young Lad Out." Those Words, For Some Odd Reason Brung A Smile To My Face.

The Bell For That Class Rang And After A Short While Everyone Was Gone. Even The Blonde British Guy. What Was His Name Again? I Thought A Bit confused. Lost In Confusion I bumped Right Into The Person In Front Of Me. "Oh, Im Sor-" As I looked Up I Caught The Eyes Of None Other Then Mark. Mark Fischbach.

"Don't Be Sorry Young Lady. It Was I Who Stopped So Suddenly. Im Sorry, It Was My Fault." His Voices Filled My Ears. I Practically Melted In His Arms Right There. His Voice Was Just So Heavenly. I Hadnt Even Noticed He Was Holding Onto Me, Holding Me Up. My Face Flushed With Embarassment. OH... MY... GOSHLINESS.

Mark Fischbach Was Touching Me.

On The Inside The Girl Was Screaming. Everything She Had Ever Thought About Flashed Through Her Mind. Never Did She Believe She'd Meet, Talk To, Or Even Be Touched By The Person She So Dearly Admired.

Even Though The Encounter Was Brief. It Gave Her The Strenght To Keep Fighting. To Have Just A Small Pinch Of Fate. Just a Small Pinch.

Okay. Yay I Gots Throught The First Chapter. This Really Didnt Take Too Long. :) Hope It Doesn't seem Rushed. Comment & Vote Please ^^