The Screen That Separates Us (Markipkier x Tabathie)

Chapter 24

I awake to someone shaking me. I groan and roll over muttering, "5 more minutes." Or at least I tried to say that, but my face was squished against something.

I open an eye to see hair, and a chest. I think for a minute, letting my tired brain understand before recoiling and sitting up quickly. I look over to see Mark propped up on his elbow.

"Yo." I say, unconsciously.

"Yo." Mark replies, a small smile playing on his lips.

I look at him for a little longer before tossing my legs over the side of the bed and leaning over to find a pair of pants and a baggy sweatshirt. I throw both of those on and stand, stretching out my back.

I look over at the clock to see that it's about 8:00. Brunch at 10... I need a shower...

I run around frantically and pick up a bunch of clean cloths, which compiled of black super skinny jeans, a marvel tee, a white button-down, my bra, and a pair of underwear. I look over at Mark, who's just watching my franticness.

"Oh shut up." I say, sticking out my tongue.

Mark raises his hands defensively. "I didn't say anything."

I look down at the bundle of cloths in my hands before dumping the shirts on the floor and the other stuff on my bed. I walk to my closet and push around some of my shirts. "You were going to say something."

I hear Mark get up and put something on, probably pants or something, before walking over and wrapping his arms around my waist. He props his head on my shoulder and looks at the abundance of clothing that I have. "Hm..." He says before pulling out a muted rainbow dress. "Wear this, and..." He lets go of me and rifles through my stuff, pulling out black knee-length leggings. "This..." He rifles through my shoes, pulling out my rainbow flats. "These, and..." He picks up my white flannel. "This." He smiles like he's proud of himself.

I raise my eyebrow before shrugging and grabbing the things, along with the underwear and bra.

As I get into the bathroom and strip, I look at my body. I sigh and blink away a few tears, before hopping in the shower.

Once I get out, I pull a towel around my body and look at myself in my mirror again. I blow dry my hair, and then look at the few hair things I have. "MARK!" I yell.

I hear him open the door and peek his head in the bathroom. "What?"

"Should I curl, straighten, do something else with my hair? I mean you're the person who made me wear what I'm wearing." I say playfully.

"Leave it." Was all Mark said before leaving.

I roll my eyes and brush through it before putting on the clothes Mark picked out.

I walk out of the bathroom and into my room. Mark was sitting on the bed with his 'lucky' flannel and a pair of jeans on. He looked up at me and started to grin.

I feel my face heat up, and I brush past him to grab my phone. I open my messages and quickly text my mom "Mark was apparently trying to be fancy so if you guys could show up in something other than jeans and tee-shirts that would be great."

Mom replies a couple of minutes later with a call.

"What's up-" I try to say before getting cut off.

"Let me talk to your boyfriend." Mom says, with a definite note of excitement in her voice.

I hand the phone the Mark shouting, "GOD NOBODY IN MY FANILY LOVES ME! THEY JUST WANT ME FOR MY BOYFRIEND! CRIMMANY CHRISTMAS!"

Mark takes the phone and grins, before putting the phone to his ear. He only says a simple yes before hanging up.

I look over at him, raising both eyebrows.

He shakes his head.

I sigh and move to my bed, slipping on my shoes. "Alright, it's like 9:10 now, and when Mom says 10, she means like 9:30, and its like 10 minutes to the place, so lesgo lesbo." I say, grabbing my keys off the table.

"I'm not a lesbo!" Mark shouts.

"Are you saying that you like dudes?" I ask, turning around towards him.

"No..?" Mark says.

"Then your a lesbo." I say, yawning.

"But then aren't you gay?" Mark asks, hurrying to match my long strides around my house.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I say, opening the garage and entering my car.

"You help me sleep at night." Mark says, slipping into the passengers side and kissing my cheek.

I roll my eyes and open the garage door, pulling out, and closing it back up. I drive towards the brunch place and we make it there around 9:40. Traffic was pretty bad.

As we walked up to the front, our hands clasped together and fingers intertwined, I see Mom sitting at our table. I nod to the lady in the front, and pull Mark towards our group.

We make it there and I pull up a chair, and sit in it, gesturing for Mark to take the booth.

He sits, next to Logan, and starts to make casual talk with him. Everyone actually looked nice, nobody was in a tee and jeans, they all had some fancy aspect. The girls either in dresses or skirts, and the males in a nicer shirt.

I lean back against my chair and pull off my white flannel.

Which makes all the faded drawings on my arms appear. They were mostly geometric shapes intertwining with each other. Look, it's my therapy, so hey. (Also I will probably add a picture of what it looks like, but if I don't remember, sorry!)

Mark looks at the marks, and places his hand in mine, well the one underneath the table. His fingers intertwine with mine and I rest my elbow on the table, and my chin on the palm of my hand.

Soon, the waiter comes by and takes our orders. She starts with me, which is never good. "Uh..." I stutter. "Um... I-I'll take the N-Nutella crepes. W-With a hot chocolate."

"Would you like whipped cream on the hot chocolate?" She asks, with a kind smile.

"Please." I say.

She goes around the entire table until finally seeing Mark. "OHMERGERD!" She squealed. "It's Markiplier!"

Mark chuckled. "Yes."

"Can we get a selfie? Can you sign a piece of paper for me?" She asks excitedly, her breasts bouncing with each jump. (I only notice this because both genders attract me. God.)

"Sure." Mark says, standing.

However, he forgot that our hands were clasped together, and ended up pulling me with him. The lady looked at me, angst apparent in her vision.

Mark swiftly gives me a hug before letting go of my hand and going to take a selfie with the girl. I take my seat again.

She seemed to be trying to get his attention. Badly. She pressed her breasts against his arm, and they posed for a few more shots before she kissed his cheek.

Mark took that picture before giving the girl her phone back.

"Thank you!" The lady says, jumping away.

I roll my eyes, and watch Phoebe start to seethe with anger. I also watch Mark sit back down, without giving me a small peck on the lips. Which in turn makes Phoebe calm down, but makes my face a tomato.

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Do any of you guys listen to Get Scared? No? Yes? I dunno. I really like them. >~< I dunno. Anyways thanks for still reading my story!

Love you guys! ~Taba ^~^