Mark and I talked for a while, him already asking me to be his girlfriend/girliplier, which I complained about, telling him that I'm a hassle. He continuously told me to stop before I just gave up and said fine, pouting.
"So... You know this is hard to do. I mean we can't physically touch each other, or go out on dates with each other." Mark said, sadly.
"I'm sure that we'll find a way to make it work. I mean we don't need to go on dates with each other. That's not me trying to say I don't want to go on a date with you." I say, smiling, leaning my elbow on the desk and my chin on my hand. "Anyways... Want to record a video? Or is it like 8:00 there?"
"It's close enough to 8:00 to be 8:00." Mark says, with a huge yawn.
"Dude, I woke you up at like woke you up at like 4:00 this morning. Go back to bed you goof." I say, with a small smile.
"Butttt." Mark whines.
"Hush." I say playfully. "Sleep."
"But Bob and Wade will be up in an hour or so." Mark whined more.
"Alright, alright." I throw my hands up and push myself away from the desk. "Whatever you want to do. Just don't blame me when you're falling asleep during the day." I say, laughing.
"Don't worry." He winked at me. "I won't fall asleep!"
"I doubt that." I say casually, mu face slightly heating up from the wink.
"Don't! I'm talking to you! Of course I would stay awake!" Mark says cheerfully.
"How do I affect your sleeping patterns?" I say, my face now a light pink.
"Because I think about you all the time, which keeps me awake." Mark says, grinning.
"Stawp it with that cheesy garbage." I say, laughing a bit.
"Noooooo." Mark said, annoyingly.
I saw the door to his recording room open, and Wade walk in. Bob followed after him.
They put a finger to their lips, signaling me to be quiet about them. I comply and continue to talk to Mark, about cheesy romance stuff.
After a minute both Bob and Wade jump up on either side of Mark. In turn, Mark jumps and screeches like a velociraptor.
I burst out laughing, as does Bob and Wade. Mark looks at all of us with hatred. "I fracking hate you all. I hope you all die in hell." Mark says, pouting.
I frown. "Well........ Hell is a place you go to after you die. So are you trying to tell us that we need to die twice?" I ask, tilting my head to the side.
"Yes." Mark said grumpily.
"Aww... How sweet." I say.
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Sorry it's short. But it's the onry ideas I have at the moment. And I wrote 4 parts today because I dunno if I'll be able to tomorrow. Cause we're steam cleaning the carpets and then going out. Soooo ye. Also I need to finish cleaning my room. But I doubt you guys wanna hear about that.Also, does anyone actually read this? Like... I dunno if some people do or not. Like... There's randomly larger numbers of views on one part then there are other parts. Like I'm so confused.
Anyways.
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The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)
FanfictionFor one... I drew the cover. For two... I'm basically being a weirdo with this. I just had ideas. I mean......... *Sighs.* Read the story please?