The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)

Chapter 18

I shiver a bit at the weather, and feel myself get pulled by both kids. I jog to keep up with them.

Soon we make it to the bus stop, were a couple of other families are. One woman walks up to me and asks. "Are you by any chance Tabathie Stone? The youtuber?"

I smile. "That would be me. What's up?" I ask.

"Oh nothing." She says with a smile. "I just wanted to let you know that I was thought of as a matchmaker... And my matchmaking skills are telling me you and Markiplier would be a great couple. You balance each other out."

I feel my face heat up and Phoebe opens her mouth, probably to state that we already are together, but I place a hand over her mouth. "Thank you ma'am." I say.

Luckily the bus comes before she can say anything else and I wave goodbye to Phoebe and Rowan. Both of whom wave back at me.

I walk back to the house and open the door to be greeted by silence. I walk into the kitchen to see that there is a note on the fridge.

Katrina.

Your father and I have gone shopping with Rose. Logan went to work. We'll be back sometime. Eat what you want.

I shrug at the note before plopping myself down on the couch and turning on the news. Which I quickly changed to the Food Network.

After a couple of hours of watching Food Network I heard a ping of my phone's ringer going off.

I pull my phone out of my back pocket and open it. I see a message from Mom asking if we needed more flour and sugar. I look in the cabinet and say yes. No because we truly need more at the moment, but because in a few hours we'll need more.

I pull up Pinterest on my phone and start to make muffins, cookies, and cupcakes, along with some icing.

Time skip!

I look down at all the baking creations I made. Then I look at the table. Then back at the baking creations.

I rifle through all the cabinets and find a bunch of plastic containers. In which I store everything.

After a few minutes of cleaning up I hear my phone ring. I answer, without looking at the caller. "Hello?"

"Hey sweety." A familiar butter-like voice says.

"Hey." I say, with a smile.

I place the phone on speaker and place it on the toaster oven. Soon a yawn comes through the speaker. "Did you just wake up?" I ask, laughing a bit.

"Yeah... I slept in today... Accidentally." He said, and I hear rustling, which I'm guessing was him getting out of bed.

"And you called me right after getting up, why?" I arch an eyebrow.

"I like hearing your voice when I wake up. Or imagining it..." He says, then pauses. "Oh... That sounded creeper-like."

"Noooo. Not at all." I say sarcastically.

I heard a drawer open and some stuff jangle. "Hey... Don't be sassy like that. It's too early in the morning for that." He says with a yawn.

I roll my eyes. "Oh... I wanted to ask."

"Hm?" Mark grumbles, and some clicking is heard on his end.

"Last nights video. Did you have to leave because of my text? Cause I'm really sorry if you did." I say, wiping down the counter more.

"Yes, that is the reason, but don't feel bad. I could've ignored you. But I figured it was urgent." He says, and I can almost see the smile playing on his lips.

"Yeah... But I feel bad... Did Bob and Wade and Jack tease you any?" I ask, biting my lip.

"Of course they did. I explained it to them, which got me even more teasing." He says with a grunt.

"What are you doing?" I ask, laughing a bit.

"Getting dressed." He says, confused.

"I didn't know it took so many sound effects for someone to get dressed." I say, smiling a bit.

"Oh shush." Mark says.

"I was being serious. I should make random noises when I get dressed. Maybe it will make putting on outdoor clothes more enjoyable." I say, grinning.

"Stop." Mark groans.

"Shouldn't you be recording a video?" I ask, laughing softly.

"Probably..." He says, yawning again. "But I'm tiredddd."

"Hey, don't make excuses." I say sternly. "Go talk to your fans. Its a Monday, meaning you need to do a vlog." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." He grumbles. "Should I tell then that we're together?"

"Probably..." I pause. "I mean a lady walked up to me today and said something about how we would be perfect together. How we balance each other out." I sigh.

I can hear him chuckle. "Alright. Do you want to be in the vlog?"

"How?" I ask, rubbing my face.

"I dunno. I could be on the phone with you or we can do a Skype call." He says, yawning again.

"I mean if you want to... I don't really care." I say, tossing the washcloth into the kitchen laundry.

I look at the bowls that I should probably clean, before shrugging and filling them with hot water and soap.

"I want you to be there. If not for the entire thing then for a little." Mark says quietly.

"Alright." I say, dropping random cooking utensils in the bowls.

I hear him move around, and place his phone to his ear. "But I want to Skype you."

I arch an eyebrow. "Why?"

"I want to see your beautiful face." He says.

I feel my face heat up. "I-It's not b-beautiful!" I sputter.

"You're right." He says, and I breath a sigh of relief. "It's so much more than beautiful. It's gorgeous. Heavenly. Angelic. Bewitching. D-"

I cut him off. "You can stop now!" I shout, my face a dark red, and I hear him chuckle. "Really. Stop. I'll explode." I groan.

"Never." He says.

"Don't make me hang up this phone, mister." I say sternly.

"Please don't." I hear Mark says quietly.

I walk up to my room, shoving my phone into my back pocket. I grab some muffins before jumping up the stairs two at a time, making weird sounds with each step.

As I get to my room and throw open the door, I hear the call end. I pull my phone from my back pocket before staring at it for a few minutes.

"Wh-" I mutter to myself before getting a Skype call.

I quickly accept the call, and see Mark, grinning.

"What do you want?" I ask, faking harshness.

"Aw. Don't be like that." Mark says, pouting.

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I hate school sometimes... Urgh. But new chapters! Am I right?

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