Difficult Decisions

I'm Not Who You Think I Am...

Georgia's POV

G- no they don't...

A- but I love him! I can't keep this secret anymore!

G- well I can!

A- ...

A- what's that supposed to mean?

G- well... I love  Mark and I don't want to lose him. I know my age is only one or two years off my actual age and my name is the same but yours isn't. I can keep mine. Mine's a little white lie. I'm just saying that yours will be harder to keep but you need to try. For me. Please...

A- for you? I have to keep my secret for you? How's it gonna affect you if I tell Sean the truth? Huh? I need to tell him Georgia. I can't keep lying. I'll tell him my secret but I won't mention you. I promise.

G- ... Fine. But don't come running back to me if it all goes to shit. I told you. I'm sorry but I don't wanna get caught up in something that isn't my fault. For once I don't want to have the pressure of your and my problems on my shoulders.

A- ok. I'll try to tell him in the best way possible... If that's even a choice I have.

G- good luck Alex.

I sit beside Mark in his recording room, the mood now ruined. "What's wrong?" Mark turns to me. "Nothing. It's fine." I lie. "I know that look in your eyes Georgia. You're sad. You can tell me..." No I cant. "It's fine. Trust me. Please." He looks at me worriedly, then nods and turns back to the screen. I start humming a tune, then start tapping the table. Mark then adds to the melody. "That sounds good." He turns to me again. "Where's the key board?" He asks. I shrug in response. "Um... Over there!" He runs to the other side of the room and grabs it. He clears some stuff of his desk and puts the key board there. "Can you try and figure out the notes for that tune while I start jotting down some lyrics?" He asks. I nod and place my hand on the keys. "Hm..." I start figuring it out and writing it down on some paper. I peer over Mark's shoulder. 'You're the blood in my veins, the key to my heart. You bring me up when I'm down, you keep me down on the ground, and I love you through and through. I don't know where I'd be without you...' Wow. He's good at this. Oh my god what? "Hey Mark?" I tap him on the shoulder and he spins around. "Ya?" I look over his shoulder again and motion to the monitor with the lyrics on it. "Did you just write that?" His eyes widen as he turns back around and blocks the screen. "Um... If you don't like it, I can get rid of it, here-" he starts back spacing. "No! Mark! It's... Beautiful." He sighs and turns around. "You're lying." He slumps his shoulders and I give him a look. "What? I mean, I could never have written that if my life depended on it." I laugh, trying to lift his mood. I earn a chuckle from him. "There we go! Now get back to writing." He stares at me, kisses my forehead then gets back to the lyrics. That was a nice surprise. Huh. I turn back around and keep adding more to the tune. And then the door opens. "Hey gu- what are you doing?" Matthias walks behind Mark and looks over his shoulder. I scramble up and cover the screen whilst Mark saves the work and closes it. "What was th-" "NOTHING!" I sit back down. He tries to grab my sheet but I get there before him, having to jump across the table. "Ouch." I groan. "Did he see it?" Mark asks. "Yeah I'm fine Mark." I laugh sarcastically. "Oh shoosh C'mere I'm sorry." He pulls me in for a hug. "But did he see it?" He says into my ear. "No Mark. No he didn't." I laugh, as I turn and sit on Mark's lap. "You know there's a seat right there?" He says. "Yeah, but you're more comfortable to sit on." I grin as I lay my head back on his shoulder. "Yeah I'm just gonna go now bye." Matthias shuffles out of the room uncomfortably. I laugh and start pressing the keys again. "Are you gonna move back to your own seat or what?" He smiles as he raises an eyebrow. "Nope. Deal wit it." He sighs, and spins the chair around. "Hey! Now I can't see the keyboard you butt!" I smack him playfully. "Help me write some lyrics. And then we gotta record and upload and all that shit." He says. "Did the the great Markiplier just call his profession shit?" I gasp sarcastically. "You know what I mean." He laughs. "Yeah. Let's get these lyrics done."

Alex's POV

C'mon Alex. You can tell him. It's not that hard. *sigh*. "Hey Sean?" I ask him, trying to get his attention. "Yaaaaasss?" He jokes. I laugh and shake my head. What am I doing? I can't ruin this. Ah. What am I gonna do? "What if... Just hypothetically... If someone you loved wasn't who you think they are, would you still love them? Like if they had a different name and age or something." I look over, and I swear I see all the life drain from his eyes. "Well, um, that's tough. It really all depends... I got to know them as whoever they are, and then they have a different name and age... I guess... I'd still love them but... It'd be weird I guess... That's all." I breathe a sigh of relief. "Well, in that case... I have something to tell you." His face goes pale and he looks at me half heartedly. "I'm not who you think I am..."

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Sorry for the feels. But... Eh. That moment you realise the author complimented themselves on their lyric writing 😂 and sorry bout the photo of Markimoo but I had to. Finished rambling, I am young Padawan.