The Beginning of What Will Be

Two

     I waited fro him to answer, but all I couldn't hear anything from his side of the line. "Are you Mark Fishbach?" He still didn't answer. Again, I was starting to get frustrated. Guess I shouldn't have skipped out on my anger-management classes. Oops. "Listen, sir, you better answer me. I need to know if this is who I think it is. And considering you have yet to answer, I'm definitely starting to think it is. So spill it. Now." "Yes, I am Mark Fishbach. Otherwise known as, Markiplier, a youtuber. is this going to be a problem?" I sit in silence, confused. "What do you mean, 'Will this cause us a problem?'" I ask. "Need I block you, and set my number on private? Or are you going to keep quiet, so I don't have to buy a new phone?" I tell him I'll keep quiet.
     We continue talking, which surprised me. I thought he'd hang up on me in fear that I would freak out. God knows I would if I had people as crazy as about me as people are for him. "Where do you live?" He asks, semi-awkwardly. "I actually live in Alabama," I reply laughing. "Really? How old are you? I mean, you already know this stuff about me, so it's only fair for me to know at least some stuff about you" I look down. I don't want to tell him this, too afraid that he will tell me I'm too young, or not talk to me anymore. I enjoy talking to him. "Well... You see, I'm nineteen." He doesn't say anything for a moment, but quickly fills the silence with, "Oh. Well... That's quite an age difference, don't you think?" "No.
      We talk for hours, until I realize that the time difference could be a bit of a jump when I hear him yawn. I ask him if he would like to sleep, and he replies with, "Yes, but if it's okay with you, I'd like to text you when I wake up. And I will wait for you to wake up and I want to continue talking to you. Is that okay?" I feel the excitement rushing, but I simply say, "Yes, that sounds fine to me." He hangs up and I look at the clock and realize that it is half past two in the morning! I plug my phone to charge, put the ringer on the loudest it will go, and quickly fall asleep.
     I hear my phone go off with a text at six forty-one in the morning. 'Great. four hours asleep' I think to myself. I pick it up, and see that it's from Mark. I squeal in excitement, then thank god that he didn't call and hear me.

Mark: Hi. I told you I'd text you in the morning, and I had to be up extra early. 

Me: Yes, I remember. I just thought it'd be a bit later. 

Mark: Do you want to go back to sleep?

Me: No

Mark: I just realized when I woke up, you never told me your name yesterday, but you know nearly everything about me, thanks to my videos.

Me: Well, I wasn't sure if I should tell you, I didn't think we'd continue talking...

Mark: That makes sense, but as I intend on talking to you most of the day, I'd like to know your name.

Me: My name is actually Sabrina..

~Two weeks of Skype, FaceTime, and calls later~

      "Do you have a lot of friends in college?" "Friends? What are those?" I say jokingly. "I think that's what they're called. You know, those people that hang out with other people on the weekend?" We joke like that for a few minutes before I officially answer his question. "No, I do not have any friends. Actually, most people do not like me, to be completely honest." He stays silent for a moment before replying with, "Well, I can't see why. I like talking to you." "Thanks." He tells me what it's like to be a youtuber, and I tell him what it's like to watch him on screen, and speaking to him "in person."
      "Sometimes, it's like I forget that I don't actually know you; seeing you on screen. I watch you everyday, and you're the only thing that can make me happy. Talking to you makes all the difference because, as stupid as it sounds, it makes me feel like you're a real person. Seeing you on screen, sometimes I forget that you are real because you're just a person on screen. But now I'm talking to you like I would a relative, or someone that I would talk to daily, rather than watch."
     "No, it doesn't sound stupid at all. I completely understand. I try to seem as real as I can, otherwise, I am what you said; a person on a screen acting like an idiot. You seem really mature for a nineteen year old. Do you live in a dorm, or with your parents, or on your own?" "Just to be completely straight with you, that sounded super creepy." He laughs and responds with, "Sorry, sweetie, come and sit on my knee so I can apologize," intentionally creepily. I laugh and tell him that I live in a dorm, however, I don't tell him that I live in it alone. "Well, I will be coming to visit my mother and friends soon, and I would like to meet you." I smile, but it's almost instantly gone because I don't have the money to pay for tickets to get there. I tell him that I'd also like to meet him, but that I don't have the money for tickets to get there. 
     "I'll pay for them. And don't argue about it because it's just as much for me as it is for you, as long as you really want to come." "Of course I actually want to come... Where will I even stay, Mark? You're definitely not going to pay for me a hotel room, and you told me that you didn't know how long you were going to stay out there, and we plan for me to stay as long as you do, so I refuse to let you pay that much, especially for our first meeting." He tells me that I can stay at his moms house, and he'll stay with his brother, if that's what I want. I immediately tell him no, that I won't stay with his mom since I am a stranger to her, and he responds with, "She's wanted me to meet a girl for the last few years. She'd be more than happy to have you stay there. We argue for about twenty minutes, but he eventually wins, and I'm staying his mom.

     "So it's a date?" He asks eagerly. "It's a date," I say happily.