The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)

Chapter 16

My brother wakes me up around 4:00. We're in front of Mom's house, and she's running towards the van. Meaning we must've just gotten there.

She opens my door quickly and I just barely have time to unbuckle myself before Mom pulls me into a bone crushing hug. I groan and get her off of me after a few minutes.

"Mom, I'm fine." I grumble.

"Of course you are! I don't doubt that you weren't. I know my strong beautiful daughter!" She says, smiling.

"Really?" I groan, stumbling to the front door.

There I get pulled into another huge hug from my dad. He was probably worried the most out of anyone. I mean technically he's my step-dad but I think of him as a father. After he lets go I stumble into the living room, muttering something about my recording equipment and getting it to Dad.

I collapse on the couch and have a comfortable minute before my younger brother and sister decide it would be a good idea to jump on their older sister.

My younger sister Phoebe is like 12 and my younger brother Ronan is almost 10. They are both on my back, which hurts like hell, and giggling. I try to buck them off.

Then my youngest sister Rose, whose about 2, climbed on top of me as well, near the top of my back. Then my cat Dresden jumped up on the arm of the couch and repeatedly flicked me in the face with his tail. Which made me move my head right into Aria who wanted to lick my face.

I caught Mom recording the entire thing, and I started to laugh helplessly. After a moment I was able to buck my older younger siblings off and grab Rose. I placed her down on the ground before sitting up and wiping my face of dog slobber.

Mom gave Logan her phone. Which he promptly logged into something and did something. I heard a ding from my almost dead phone.

I pulled it up and found that Logan, my older brother, had posted that video Mom took of me on my youtube. I threw a pillow at my brothers face.

After a couple of minutes, I stood and went up to my old room. Which would probably double as my recording room. Thank god it was spacious.

Luckily, nobody inhabited this space. Probably because of all the random paintings I made on the wall. I walk in, see all my recording stuff up here, and get set up. After a bit of finicky stuff, I was online again.

I started off by making a vlog. In which almost everyone in my family came in at some point. I told my fans of how I was at Mom's house, but will probably not be recording anything loud because of everyone else in the house. Then I stopped, and posted it.

I got up and flopped onto my bed, plugging in my phone charger in my phone and the outlet. I watched it charge for a minute before opening it and texting Mark.

T: Hey humanoid. (It's easier just to do this.)

I got a reply almost instantly.

M: Hey sweetheart.

I felt my face heat up.

T: Please don't call me that.

M: Why not?

T: It's weird. I can't like it.

M: Alright... ):

I roll my eyes and put my phone down. After a moment I hear my name being called. I stand, annoyed, and make my way down the stairs. In front of me was the entire family. I yawn and rub my face. "Hello guys."

They all nodded before Dad said. "Katrina, can you have a seat?"

My heart stopped, and I stood for a minute, bewildered. Then I hesitantly sat, prepared for the worst.

Dad sat beside me, holding a stoic face. Then he broke and brought me into another large hug.

I panicked, and looked around. I felt tears on my shoulder, where Dad's head lay. "U-Um D-Dad?"

Dad looked up at me and said. "I just missed you."

"I missed you too Dad." I say, smiling a bit.

Mom piped up after a minute. "So who was that Mark character you were talking to when I called you?"

I felt my face heat up. "A friend." I say, trying to ignore my face.

"A friend, eh?" Mom says, a knowing grin on her face.

"A friend." I repeat.

Logan says something to Mom. He face lights up and she pulls me off the couch and into my room.

Once we get in my room, she shuts the door and squeals. "He's you-" she gets cut off by my phone ringing.

I casually pick it up, see that it's Mark and mutter, "Perfect timing."

I answer the phone and place it against my ear. "Yo." I say casually.

"Yo?" I hear him chuckle.

"Yes yo." I say, my face getting red. "Why, is there something wring with that?"

"Nothing." He says, chuckling again.

"Any-" I start to say before Mom takes my phone away from me.

"Hi Mark!" She says cheerfully, and leaves my room.

I groan and chase after her.

I trip a few times, and when I finally get to the living room, I see that he's on FaceTime now and my phone is being passed around.

I roll my eyes but don't have the heart to snatch the phone from Phoebe, who has wanted to see Mark ever since she watched on video. They were chatting casually, before I walked up behind Phoebe and asked. "Hey."

Both Mark and my lil sis looked at me. I smiled and held my hand out. "Can I have my phone back Phoebe?" I ask kindly.

She shakes her head, and clutches the phone to her stomach. "Can I talk to him for longer?"

I shake my head. "No, Phoebe. I need my phone."

"Why?" She whines.

"Because," I squat down to her level, "Mark called me. He obviously wanted to talk to me about something."

I hearMark chuckle, and Phoebe moves the phone so she can see him, and he can see her.

"Phoebe, that's you're name right?" Mark asks and Phoebe nods. "Cab you please give your phone back to your big sis? If you do, I may be able to persuade her to let you in a video." Mark says with big puppy dog eyes.

Phoebe squeals and hands my phone back to me before jumping up and hugging Mom. I roll my eyes, and Logan gives me a look.

I look down at Mark. "Apparently my brother wants to talk to you." Mark nods and I toss the phone to Logan. "Don't murder him through the phone please." I say to my bro.

Logan laughs and starts talking to Mark.

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So apparently I'm a failure as a child. To my parents and stuff. So that's fun. *sighs* Anyways...

Love you guys! ~Taba ^~^