Just A Relationship

End Up Here

I feel the excitement bubble up inside me as the taxi pulls up to the convention center. The crowds of people in costume doesn't help much with the anxiety, but I couldn't be more excited about today. I jump out of the cab and make my way to the entrance, my ticket hung around my neck.

Seconds after I leave the safety of my car, I am swarmed by hundreds of people. Security comes over and has to take me through the back entrance. The security guard guides me through the back hallways and into a green room. The room is huge and filled with people all here for the same reason as me, a meet and greet. A bunch of bean-bag chairs grabs my attention and I make my way over to them.

I plop down in the middle of one, creating a little nest. As I wait patiently, I notice that everyone here is dressed in their nicest outfits. I feel a little out of place with my black jeans, an old Nirvana shirt, and a plaid shirt wrapped around my waist. While I was distracted in thought, someone walked over and sat next to me. I didn't notice until they cleared their throat.

"Hey, Sweetheart," I roll my eyes. This is not going to end well. "What's your name?" The guy next to me was, to put it simply, an obvious fuck boy. The perfectly shaped light hair, flawless skin, and "too cool for you" clothes give it away.

I scoff. "Trouble." I tell him, smirking. I stand back up and walk away, my boots clicking against the wood floor with every step.

I don't have to turn around to know that he is probably sitting in the same spot, mouth gaping in surprise. I chuckle at the thought. Everyone around the room is either staring with wide eyes or laughing at what just went down. I didn't realize I was getting that much attention. I sigh and walk over to the schedule posted on the wall. Kailee Bea. - 3:20. Great, another half hour before I get to leave.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice someone standing against the far wall. I turn to see a guy, probably 5'10", leaning against the wall and watching me. Around him are 3 more guys, all much taller than me as well. The 3 other guys are talking to each other, not noticing their friend's disinterest in whatever conversation they're having. The guy finally notices me looking at him, but he doesn't look away like the others. I'm impressed.

Without a second thought, I start making my way over to him. His friends stop their conversation as I get closer, and they all watch as I walk up to the mysterious man against the wall. He gives me a small smile and I return it. His friends' eyes widen and I barely hold back a laugh. I guess this guy didn't get the dress code either. He just wore a simple grey shirt and a pair of jeans. I'm already liking this guy.

"Hi." I say, leaning against the wall next to him.

He turns his head to look at me, and I may already be regretting this decision. He is too attractive to keep my cool around. "Hey." He says in the most gorgeous deep voice. "I like your Cobain shirt."

"Thanks." I say, smiling. "The name's Kailee." I tell him.

He smiles down at me. His brown eyes watch me closely and I can't help but look directly into them. "I'm Mark." He says. He hold his hand out and I shake it.

"So, what are you here for?" I ask, making him chuckle.

"I'm an internet personality. I record myself playing video games for the entertainment of others." He explains.

"Youtuber?" I guess.

"Yeah," He says, shocked, "I go by Markiplier on YouTube."

I look at him with wide eyes. "Markiplier? The Markiplier?" I ask.

"The one and only." He smiles down at me and runs a hand through his hair.

"I guess I should thank you, then." I tell him. "For making my game one of the biggest let's plays on YouTube."

"You make games?" He asks.

"Oh hell no! I'm a voice actor." I clarify. "I was the voice of Julia in Break Even."

Now it's his turn to be shocked. "You're that new voice actor that has been blowing up? Kailee Bea, right?" He asks.

"Yes, Sir." I brush a stray lock of hair out of my face and smile brightly.

Finally the other guys get out of their shocked phase and join us. "Mark, who is this little lady?" One of them asks.

"You only wish you knew." I say making Mark laugh.

"Feisty, I like it. How in the hell did you swing that, Mark?" Another one says.

I roll my eyes and glance at Mark. He has a look of pity on his face, so I give him a reassuring smile. His friends sound like idiots, but they do seem funny.

"Guys, knock it off. Give the poor girl a break." Mark says. The other guys look at him with wide eyes.

"Thanks, Sweetheart, but I can handle myself." I tell him. I give him a quick peck on the cheek before walking away. "Talk to you later, Mark!" I call over my shoulder.

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Lyrics:

You walked in
Everyone was asking for your name
You just smiled and told them "Trouble"

My head spins
I'm pressed against the wall
Just watching your every move
You're way too cool
And you're coming this way
Coming this way

How did we end up talking in the first place?
You said you liked my Cobain shirt
Now we're walking back to your place
You're telling me how you love that song
About living on a prayer
I'm pretty sure that we're halfway there
And when I wake up next to you I wonder how
How did we end up here?

(How did we end up,
How did we end up here?)

Next day out
Everybody thought you were so insane
'Cause you were so far out of my league

My friends say I should lock you down
Before you figure me out and you run away
But you don't and you won't as you kiss me
And you tell me that you're here to stay

How did we end up talking in the first place?
You said you liked my Cobain shirt
Now we're walking back to your place
You're telling me how you love that song
About living on a prayer
I'm pretty sure that we're halfway there
And when I wake up next to you I wonder how
How did we end up here?

Call me lucky 'cause in the end
I'm a six and she's a ten
She's so fit, I'm insecure
But she keeps coming back for more

How did we end up talking in the first place?
You said you liked my Cobain shirt
Now we're walking back to your place
You're telling me how you love that song
About living on a prayer
I'm pretty sure that we're halfway there
And when I wake up next to you I wonder how
How did we end up here?

How did we end up,
How did we end up here?

How did we end up,
How did we end up here?