#RomanticMark

Hello Mark! I'm...

I'm sitting with my friends, currently on my way to Boston for Pax East (yay for nothing much being cool in Georgia...). I have both of my earbuds in, listening to (insert genre of music here) music.
Despite me definitely having acrophobia, having the window seat was nice. Car rides, boat rides...any vehicle where you can watch scenery I find relaxing.
Even better was that I had my charged iPod with music. I lip sync to several of my favorite bands and songs, knowing songs sometimes word for word, sometimes just in bits and pieces.
I look over to my friend sitting beside me to find him/her playing on him/her phone, also playing music. Past him/her, my other friend is munching on peanuts.
'Imagine finally seeing Mark in person and not just on a screen!' I told myself, shifting impatiently. 'He already seems so approachable from the screen! Agh, this'll be so much fun. My inspiration for when I was feeling lost and confused, in the same room as me! I'd love to talk to him in person...'
The fact that I wasn't guaranteed to meet him was a little discouraging, but what are you going to do?
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The plane rolls to a stop, and soon, it is time to get off of the plane and make our way to Pax East.
Hurriedly, my friends and I search for another friend of ours to drive us the rest of the way.
"You finally get to see your Markisenpai!" the two I'm with chirp in unison, grinning.
"So do you, too," I reply cheerfully.
The three of us move to a mini van with my friend who didn't ride the plane driving and myself in the passenger seat. Another window, all to myself.
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Oh, we're here! We're here! It's so exciting to be there with several other fans and people with similar interests and opinions as yourself.
Except....it's freaking packed full with people.
I stick as close as I can to my friends, making sure not to get lost. I hate being confused by myself.
We make our way to our seats, which are a bit far back from the stage. Hey, just glad to be here!
The amazing, beautiful Markiplier struts onto the stage. "And the crowd goes wild!" he shouts, giving the audience their cue to applaud and scream (for the fangirls).
He laughs a little with his adorable laugh and smile.
"I want to keep you all entertained as we wait for more people to come in. It shouldn't be much longer, but here we go.
"I want to introduce my good friends who are here to be with me on this panel, so please welcome Jack!"
Ahh, Jackaboy! He skips out to perform his intro. WUHPIISH! "Top of the morning to ya, laddies!" What a fabulous man.
"Bob!"
Yaaas, Bob! He sits down in his chair and greets the crowd.
"And...ugh...Wade."
Wade comes out with a pout on his face, sitting down beside Bob.
Poor Wade.
More and more people packed in to see the "show".
It took a little bit, but finally, almost everyone was seated.
"I apologize in advance to anyone not seated yet, but we must start now," Mark said, then turned to his friends.
Jack and Mark gaze into each other's eyes for a moment, just another cue for squealing.
Mark gets Jack seated and begins the panel.

I raise my hand high above my head. 'Please pick me! I have a question!'
"Hmmm....hey, you!" Mark gestures to a person right in front of us.
He is so close, I can just reach out and touch him. 'Eeeeee!'
"Which Hunie Pop character did you enjoy the most?" The guy winks at Mark, which makes Mark giggle.
"I don't know if I can really pick a girl that I liked the most, but, as I've said before, it'd probably be Celeste. Apparently, I find aliens more attractive than humans!"
The crowd laughs a bit.
"Yeah, but Nikki was cool, and Lola and Beli were nice...I dunno! Sorry!"
Mark's dark brown eyes meet with mine (I think), and I smile.
"Well, hellooo," he murmurs into the microphone in a deep voice.
I look around me, thinking he was talking to someone else.
"Yes, you, with the (hair color) hair." Mark points with his index finger before walking over to me.
"Hi, Mark!" I greet, so excited about him seeing me.
"Hiiii." Mark smirks.
And he thinks he's short...I'm sitting down, already short as is, having him look down at me.
I pull my Bowser plushie out of my bag that I brought along with me. I hold it out to Mark.
"Oh hey! Boser!" Mark picks it up, grinning. (That's how he says "Bowser". That was an intentional misspelling.) "He's so cute! And EVIL!"
I nod. "I loved that you played as Bowser while playing Danelle in Mario Kart 8. You can keep it if you'd like!"
"Nonono, this is yours." Mark hands it back to me.
"You sure? I brought this just for you."
"Really? Aw!!! Thank you!"
I hand him back the plushie, giving him a look that said, "Yes, I'm giving this to you. Have it."
"Well, if you insist..." Mark takes Bowser, still smiling.
"Hey! What about us over here?!" Jack shouts from where he's standing.
"Absolutely!" I pull out my collection of Perler Bead Sams and YouTuber logos, etc. I then get up and give Mark their gifts, or really the bag of gifts.
"Wow! This is a heavy bag!" Mark remarks. "Not too heavy for me, of course." With that, he moves on to answer more questions.
"Oh my gosh!" my friend to my right whispers to me. "Did you see how he was looking at you?"
"(Friend's name), that was a normal look, or even if it was a look, it was a tease," I whisper back.
The friend to my left shakes his/her head.
"Whatever. Stop giving me false hope."
"Yeah, guys," my sensible friend mutters.
'I didn't even get to ask him my question! Agh, I forgot!' I suddenly realize I hadn't asked anything, which I had been practicing for weeks.
'But you know what? I got better than just an answer to a question. I'm loving my day already.'

"So that'll be the end of the panel for today. Sorry guys! We've stalled as much as we could, but now, we're literally being told to stop." Mark bows  in unison with his dorky friends.
"Now time for signatures!" my friends cheered.
We all rose with our merch and other items to run to the line for signing.
Somehow, we made it in a really good spot of the line. It only took us about ten minutes to get to them!
I let my friends with their things go first, creating small conversation as they go.
'It's my turn...' I swallow hard to try to keep my anxiety down. I have one of my Markiplier shirts in my arms, wearing the other one.
His (hair color) hair looked so soft, messily combed to one side. Why doesn't that look work on me?
"And what may I sign for you?" he asks kindly.
"Just this shirt." I hand him my shirt. "I'd like it on the tag, if you don't mind."
"Not at all!" Mark spreads it out gently and signs the tag in the neck part of the shirt.
I go to Jack and ask for a hug, which he gladly does.
"You're a good hugger!" he complimented, grinning.
"You too, Jackaboy!" I smile. "Glory to Arstotzka! Greatest country!" I beat my fist on my chest and salute him.
"Glory! I'll let you pass." His laugh is really adorable as well, but in the bossest way possible.
I shake hands with Bob. "I'd like to call in to the B-B-B-BonerCast!"
"Ah, this is BonerBob! What's your boner question?"
"I've always wondered how good it feels for you guys when you have boners. Care to elaborate?"
Mark turns to look at me with a smirk on his face. He's trying his hardest not to laugh, but it isn't working, obviously.
"Ah, it's an amazing feeling! You feel strong and ready to go! I think every man deserves to feel that feeling."
"Thank you!" I pretend to hang up and move to Wade.
I ask for a hug from him as well.
"You know, Wade, I think you're cool."
"Oh, thanks!" Wade seems happy to hear this.
"What?!" Mark shouts. "Wade? But why Wade?!"
"It's okay," I whisper to him. "Don't listen to that jealous Mark." I walk over to Mark and thank him. I ask for a hug from him, not wanting to miss the opportunity.
It's quite comfortable. His head rests on my shoulder, and mine rests on his. It lasts for a couple seconds more than Jack's, but it ends.
"Thank you for the gifts and for coming," he thanks me.
"Oh..you're welcome! Thanks for being awesome! I wouldn't be where I am today without you."
My friends and I leave from Pax East and stay with one of my friend's family.
This is an amazing day to be alive.