Kidnapped By Darkiplier

Chapter 4: Dating A Criminal

Mark's POV:
"Maaaaaaaaaarrrrkk!!!!" I hear Sam calling from her room. She's going to be the death of me. Quickly, I rushed over there.

"What?!" I worried.

"Cramps! CRAMPS!! FUCKING CRAMPS!!!" She rolled over the bed, holding her stomach.

"What do you want me to do? I'm a demon, not an angel."

"Well, ergh, come here! Come here!" She motioned her hand towards the bed. Rolling my eyes, I laid down next to her on my side. She scooted close to me. Eventually, her shoulder was touching my chest. "P-please rub my stomach! Please! I'm begging you!" She dug her head into my chest. I raised my eyebrow. Lauren never told me to do that. Slowly, I lowered my hand on her stomach. She shook her head. Sam lifted up her shirt halfway, and guided my hand in circles around her bare stomach slowly. Her stomach was warm, but slowly went cold. It was a nice feel. I looked at her. She looked in pain. Huh, I guess periods do come with pain. What was I feeling though? Why did I have an urge to kiss her? Why- oh no. Her skin. She was relieved, but that wasn't good. Her skin went from light tan to pure black. It was me. The same thing happened with Lauren, damn it. I whipped my hand off of her stomach. She seemed relaxed, but not for long. Slowly, the blackness disappeared. Whew! That was close. "Mark...wh-why is it so c-cold? Did you p-put ice on m-my stomach?" Sam panicked.

"Uh, no. You're fine. Now, I'll be right back. I have to make breakfast." I started getting up.

"No, you've done enough. I'll go make breakfast." Sam got up, still holding her stomach.

"I can't be poisoned!" I called out to her half way down the hall way.

"Damn it!" Sam joked. I shook my head, and chuckled.
                         *Time Skip*
"Mark!! Breakfast is ready!!" Sam called out. I jumped off the bed, and headed downstairs. She had set the whole table. Everything. Wow, Sam gets shit done fast.

Sam's POV:
Ugh. Cramps suck. Especially in the morning. "Um, I hope you like pancakes. And bacon. And eggs. Haha, guess you're bored of it?" I questioned, sitting across from him.

"I've been eating the same meals for years. I'm fine. Thanks, for breakfast." Mark starting pouring syrup on his pancakes.

"Thanks for comforting me this morning. I know it was a weird task, but it really helped."

"Yeah..."

"Something wrong?"

"Hm? Oh, no. Everything's good. For a rich bitch you sure can cook and clean."

"Thanks? But not ALL rich people have butlers and maids. I actually made my own living by doing shit myself. Surprising for a brunette."

"I thought you were blonde."

"How? I know my red hair dye is covering it, but why'd you think I was blonde?"

"What's 2+2?"

"4?"

"That's why."

"What do you mean? 2+2 is fo- oh, you mean fish. Well, I'm not as dumb as I may seem."

"...listen, I know this isn't easy for you. Getting kidnapped and what-not. But do you want to go out?"

"Like a date? I don't, um-"

"No, just treating you to a nice dinner. If you don't mind."

"Um, s-sure."

"Great. It's a date."

"Wait, what? I thought you sa-"

"We'll leave at 7 tonight, and thanks for breakfast." Mark got up, and put his empty plate in the sink. He walked upstairs. Great. I'm going on a date with L.A's most dangerous criminal.