The Beginning of What Will Be

Three

     I try to imagine him in person while I'm on the plane. I know that compared to Bob and Wade, he is quite short, but his 5'10" compared to my 5'4" would probably be pretty tall, but I can't imagine meeting him in person even though I've wished for it for so long. I look at my phone which reads five forty-seven p.m. He must still be asleep, so I pass time by watching his videos. I watch the four newest ones, two of which I watched yesterday while I was on the phone with him, so I mostly listened to him cringe, and ignored the videos. Before I click on the older ones, I see his newest one titled, "Please Don't Forget Me." Instantly, I click on it, automatically worried.

'HELLO EVERYBODY! My name is Markiplier. I thought I should do a Vlog or V-Log, of which I'm still not sure how to pronounce, even years down the road. Okay, so here lately, I've been watching some of my older videos, to see if some of my favorite games have been updated or anything, but I couldn't think of any old favorites off the top of my head. As I'm sure you guys know, I have been leaving L.A. a lot here lately. Constantly running out of town, having to pre-record, set stuff up in case of problems and I can't upload it at the correct time of day. Anyway, about the older videos thing, I came across one that  almost completely forgot about, Ripest of Fears, yes the fan-made game.'

I pause it for a moment. That game is at least two years old, maybe three, I'm surprised he went that far back. 

'I'd forgotten about the message at the end. I didn't remember saying stuff about how I let things get out of control, what with the numbers of subscribers. And again, like the baby I am, I cried watching the old videos of me, and I remembered every word that came out of my mouth when the time came up. So, again, I will be leaving L.A., but I'm not sure how long. Don't worry, I'm not going to stop uploading videos, or anything, I'll be staying with a relative and possibly some friends, depending on what happens and how long I decide to stay.'

He starts crying now.

' I'm twenty-six years old now, and going back to watch my older videos, I realized how much I let the age, and the ego get to  me. Yes, I still joke around about stupid immature stuff, but I realized that I started changing my hair, from the faux-hawk to the floof, now to neither of them. And that's not a big thing to worry about or anything, it's just something I noticed.'

'Anyway, I'm going to try to change things back to as normal as I can from here on out. How things used to be. I'm sorry I let things get so out of wack. Maybe I'll even open up a P.O. box again, I don't know yet. Let's just see where we can go from here... Okay... And as always... I'll see you, in the next video! Bye-bye. Byeee. Buh-bye.Buyyeeee...'

I click off the video, of course I'm all teary-eyed. Only this youtuber can make me cry. Although I'm not sure if they're tears of happiness, sadness, or nostalgia. I close my eyes, and try to sleep, but I hear my phone go off, so of course I rush to get it. 

Mark: I'm still on the plane, but I just woke up, and I wanted to talk to you.

Me: Okay, anything in particular?

Mark: Yeah, my mom. She might be a bit overwhelming at first, and might question you a lot on your intentions with me.

Me: Okay... What questions do you have in mind that she'll ask?

Mark: "Are you and Mark dating? How long? How'd you meet? Are you using him?" etc.

Me: Well, what do you want me to say to those questions? 

Mark: I don't know, we'll talk about this at the airport.

I don't know if he wanted to talk about anything else in particular because I fell asleep.

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