A Love Like Ours || m.f.

24

I stepped out onto the patio and marveled at the intricacies of the little things. The tile changed to a brighter orange with little blue and white patterned squares in the middle. Yet the roof over head still had that same shingling as the actual house. I walked forward to the medium sized pool. The still water sparkled from the light of the sun. Mark stepped up next to me and grabbed my arm in excitement.

"Swimming, whenever we want. Can you picture it?"

I could. The color of the sun started to dim as I imagined Mark with his body under the water, the light of the moon reflecting off of the deep blue color.

"And the grass looks nice, it's a decent sized backyard." Mark stated, snapping me out of my daze.

"Yeah."

Rodney succeeded in showing us the rest of the main floor including the bathroom, the garage, and an office space. Mark was quite fond of the office space.

We headed up the the steps, the flooring switching from tile to dark hardwood.

"We have three good-sized bedrooms up here, the master and guest bedroom and another large living space" Rodney explained.

We walked down a hallway full of arched doorways- without doors. The first bedroom was more of another large office, and when I say large office, it was more like, 'hey I can fit all of your equipment in here and maybe seven other YouTubers equipment as well.' Rodney led us to the other bedroom, but not without stopping at the guest bathroom first. The hideous one in all of the pictures. It was definitely worse in person. I could tell Mark was holding back laughter as I entered.

"The one thing I wouldn't let my daughter touch." Rodney said proudly.

I peeked at Mark with a look of utter disgust before turning my head back to Rodney with a smile. Same yellow tub, same ocean walls, same net pinned to the ceiling. The little ropes that made up the net were collecting so much dust it looked like the ropes were fuzzy. Rodney ran his hand along the solid brown countertop and matching sink. Ok who has a solid brown countertop and matching sink? That color belongs in the toilet only, thank you.

Mark was trying so hard to keep his giggles in as we glanced around the room. I mean it was fairly large, that was a plus. It was the only plus. I glared at him and he let out a loud snort. That's where I lost it, and so did he. Rodney gave us a perplexed look before ushering us to the next room. The guest bedroom. It was oddly shaped, a large window on the wall opposite of the door. Two of the same sized windows sat on either side of the middle one. There was a nook area in the corner next to the window where you could fit a king-sized bed.

"My kids used this room and the other one up here." Rodney pointed out.

Mark nodded and started up a conversation with him while I ran my hand along the walls. The floor had a few scuff marks, and one of the walls had the residue of a nail polish spill. The spill wasn't big enough to cause much attention really. It could easily be hidden by a dresser of some sort.

"(y/n)."

"Coming." I murmured, leaving the spill behind as we advanced into the master bedroom.

Mark was inspecting the area when I walked in.

"Woah."

"Right?" he agreed.

I was immediately drawn to the window seat. It was opposite of the door and it extended the length of my body. What I didn't see in the online pictures is that the window protruded from the wall leaving a rounded space of glass that attached to the bench. Meaning you could sit in the little space it provided and look down onto the yard and pool below.

"This is so cool."

"My daughter was fairly interested with that too. It's actually not glass that's there, it's a really strong plastic. Really strong plastic. There's no chance you could break it and fall through.

"I have a feeling I would be great friends with your daughter."

"I think so too." he chuckled

Mark was checking out the other side of the room that was closest to the attached bathroom.

"Come check out this tub (y/n)!" he shouted from the bathroom.

I jumped up from my spot and walked into see what all the fuss was about. My jaw instantly dropped when I entered the bathroom. It was bigger than my teeny kitchen and bathroom combined, and it was just the bathroom. A jacuzzi bathtub sat contently in the corner, the pristine white shining from the window reflection. Now this bathroom was remodeled. Next to the bathtub was a walk in shower with silver panels sticking out from the tile. Rodney explained that they were jets or an extra shower head on the sides of the shower. I understood, since I had seen them in the show I used to watch with my mother. Mark on the other hand, insisted that Rodney turn it on so he could see. While they chatted on about that, I found myself in front of twin sinks. Left side for Mark, right side for me. The mirror in front of the sinks covered the whole wall.

Next to the sinks there was a small sliding wooden door. I slid it open and stepped into every girl's paradise. Maybe not every girl, but a lot of them. A closet the size of the recording room back at the apartment. It was so big, there was an island in the middle. An island in the middle of the closet. I was surrounded by hanger space and shelving units for shoes and clothes and possibly a party. You could fit a lot of people in here. At the end of the closet there was a little vanity area where I could do makeup and such. I sighed contently to myself thinking about living in a place like this. Sunlight everywhere. (The closet even had a round small round window above the vanity) Mark by my side. Enough space to breathe. The thought was wonderful.

"You have to check out this closet Mark. It's killer."

"Killer?"

"You heard me." I teased.

He stepped in and was followed by silence. Rodney glanced sideways at me while we waited for his reaction.

"Do we even have enough clothes to fit in here?" he called out.

"We can always get more if that's a problem." I joked.

"Ha right." he stepped out of closet (septiplier awayyy) with a smile toying on his lips.

"Okay." I signaled to Mark.

"Let's talk money."