A Love Like Ours || m.f.

8

It was the day before Mark's convention and he had luckily beaten his sickness in the nick of time. His voice was still a little raspy (which I didn't mind at all), but other than that he felt great, or that's what he told me.

"I'm so glad you decided to come to the convention with me." he smiled and nudged my shoulder with his, as we stood together packing our suitcases.

"Yeah why not. I've made a few extra bucks from tips and I want to splurge on some nerdy stuff. Oh- and meet your friends of course."

"Yeah, yeah. I can't wait to see the guys again." his face resembled that of a little boy getting ready for a sleepover.

He continued to ramble on and on about how much "I'd love all of his friends." He mentioned a few names that I didn't recognize and a few that I did, as in Bob and Wade. Only because they visited that one time. He also talked about a 'Jack' and how he was supposedly the coolest yet loudest guy he knew. A few things were said about a guy named Felix or Pewdiepie. His name sounded sort of familiar. Maybe because he was the most popular channel on YouTube. We quickly packed our things and waited for the taxi to arrive.
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"Your first convention babe how do you feel?" he smiled and placed a kiss on my cheek. I could tell he was excited.

"I'm not your girlfriend remember?" I winked and returned the kiss to his cheek.

We didn't tell the fans yet, and we weren't going to. At least not for now. A convention would not be a great way to share the news in my opinion, so we were going to stay as distant as we could. Which was going to be very difficult since he wanted me to meet his friends. I was equipped with rights to see Mark whenever I felt like it, but I kept it discreetly hidden within my jacket.

"Ok, since I'm not sure how long it will be until I get to do this again, I'll miss you, have fun." he pressed his warm lips against mine and held them there.

"You too." I smiled as I set my forehead against his. He slipped his hand through my hair and gently kissed my forehead. I released my grip from his hand- that I didn't even know I was holding- and turned away. He got out of the cab first just like we planned and walked into the large building. I watched him as he went. Right as he opened the door he turned around and winked. My smile grew as I took my turn, getting out of the taxi and following his footsteps. As I stepped through the door I peeked to my right and barely caught Mark getting escorted by a guard. The atmosphere of the event was lovely and welcoming. I took my sweet time stopping at every booth I thought looked interesting. I bought a few things for myself and a few things for Mark as well. I passed Mark a few times as he stood at his booth. We made brief eye contact and sometimes I got a smile, but he was a busy man. Time was slipping through my fingers slowly as the panel approached.

"Five minutes until the next panel." the overhead intercom repeated. I carried a bag or two in my hands and swiftly made my way to the room.

When I reached the doors I was immediately stopped by a guard and denied access. I rolled my eyes and pulled my slip from my sleeve. His eyes opened a little wider as he examined the pass and then finally he waved me in. I quickly found my seat which was reserved in the middle. I wasn't bad at blending in, that was for sure. There were plenty of girls my age sitting on their hands and giggling to their friends. The girl next to me was younger and had an amazingly bright smile.

"So who's this Jacksepticeye?" I asked her

She looked up at me with wide eyes like I had just offered her the world.

"Oh you wouldn't believe it Miss." she started "He's the best really." her British accent was very strong. "He's an Irish Youtuber that makes really great videos. I'm sorry I don't even know how to explain him, you'll just have to see." she fumbled with her hands anxiously as she waited for the guys to take the stage.

"Which one is your favorite?" I whispered as they started to bring them on stage.

"Pewdiepie." she smiled her beautiful smile and plastered her attention to the boys lining the stage. I kept my eyes focused as well, looking over the people that Mark had described to me.

Pewdiepie was the slightly taller one with the Swedish accent. I remember Mark telling me something about him being from Sweden. Jack was in fact loud, and surprisingly shorter than Mark. Mark was pretty short, but this guy was just a tad shorter. The top of his head was dyed green. Ah he was the one who Mark was talking about when Mark dyed his hair not that long ago.

I sat back in my chair and watched as the men interacted together and laughed. Mark looked genuinely happy, which was good to see. He was usually happy, but this was a different kind of happy. It was finally time for questions, and everyone lined up to get their turn. I watched as people hurriedly hopped into line. The crowd of fans were too busy to notice Mark's small wave to me. I smirked and leaned comfortably back in my chair. The questions started, most of their voices shaky with anxiousness and excitement. The girl who sat next to me went up to the microphone and asked for a hug from Felix. Felix happily agreed and walked forwards to do just that. She asked a good question and came back to reclaim her spot. I congratulated her on the hug and continued to watch. One girl asked the same of Mark- a hug. A grin sat on my content face as Mark got up from his chair. My smile faded when I saw the look of pain on his face. He clenched his teeth like he did when he hurt his hip and put both of his hands on his left side. Confusion laced my face as I rose out of my chair. He tried to walk to the girl, but he didn't make it. quickly collapsing onto the floor. Time slowed as I found my feet flying beneath me. The guard tried to push me back as Jack ran to his aid.

"IM ALLOWED." I screamed as I practically shoved the pass into his face.

He released his grip on me and I frantically stumbled up onto the stage. My hands sporadically moved over Mark's body and ended down by his side.

"What's wrong? Mark hold on, look at me, ok? Look at me!" I clasped his hand in my own.

"SOMEONE CALL 911!"