The Beginning of What Will Be

Five

     I feel nauseous for the rest of the day, but I wait, and I eat dinner with his family that night, and also Wade and Bob. His mother cooks a three cheese lasagna, and also a few Korean dishes, mostly for me to try. He sits across from me, occasionally flashing me a small smile. I feel nervous each time he does it, but mostly because it reminds me of the conversation we are to have later. His mother continually asked me if I was enjoying the food, which I would quickly remind her that I did. Each time she asks, that's another time that he looks up at me and smiles. 
     When dinner is over, I go and take a shower, and walk back to my and Marks shared room. He's making a pallet in the floor. I hesitate but I ask, "Mark, this is your original house, and everything. And I know you're not going to let me sleep on the floor, so would you like to sleep up here with me?" He stops and looks up at me with an odd expression on his face. "You're asking me to sleep in the same bed with you?" "Well just as friends Mark, that's all. I don't feel right with you sleeping on the floor in your own mothers house while I sleep in your bed." He nods and folds the blankets back up, and climbs into the bed with me. "Sorry the pillow is wet," I laugh nervously.
      "So, what did you want to talk about?" He looks at me and then looks down. I can feel his body tensing up next to me. He sits up from his laying position and looks me in the eye. "Well... I just, I just don't know what to do anymore," his voice cracks, and he's crying, shocking me. I sit frozen for a moment, not knowing what to do, or comprehending what happened. He sits there and cries for a few minutes, until I finally get myself to think clearly. I push myself forward and pull him to my chest. He starts to cry really hard, and I let him, playing with his blue hair. He finally starts to catch his breath and calm down, so I loosen my hold on him. He leans back and wipes his face on the back of his hands.

     "Bri, I've let things get so out of control. I just don't know what to do. Meeting you is what made me realize this. I told you that I couldn't talk to you in the beginning because I was too famous and all that. I moved to L.A. so I could be in the "heart" of YouTube. I just wanted to be famous and all that, and I don't know how I let myself get to this point Bri." I shush him and tell him it's okay. "I've been alone for so long. I mean yeah, I live with the Cyndago guys, but that's not what I mean. I rarely see my family, and I haven't had a girlfriend in so long. Which I don't care much about that. But it would be nice to have one." "Mark, it's okay. I know things get out of control. It's been years that you've been on YouTube. Of course you're gonna change along with the amount of people you get and everything.It will be okay." He shakes his head and tears up again. 

     "Mark, look at me. Deep breaths. Everything is alright. I'm right here, okay? I don't want you to worry. You'l figure this out." He looks up at me and says, "Well, I was hoping you'd like to join me? So maybe we could figure this out together?" He seems completely genuine about it, and eager. I smile sweetly, and answer, "Yes, of course. I'll stay by your side if that is what you want, Mark." I look down, though, trying to think things through for a moment. "Where are we going to start with this, though?"

"Well, to begin with... I want to move back to Cincinnati."