The Right Thing To Do (Markiplier's Priority Sequel)

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"HEY OUTSIDER!"

Someone hollered from a few meters behind me. I turned around on the busy street and spotted the voice that belonged to the face that I expected to see: Johnny. A small smile curved on the sides of my lips as I spotted him. I rolled my eyes and lazily took a few steps to him.

"Still calling me outsider, eh?" I responded with amusement.

"Don't I always?" He softly laughed along.

"What do you want?"

"I was just wondering if you wanna hang out."

"I would... But I don't wanna." I joked with him. He rolled his eyes with a tender grin.

"Well aren't you the comedian?" He rhetorically responded to me with a soft nudge from his arm.

"I was hoping you'd wanna have a sesh before you do anything else today." Johnny proposed to me as our hanging out. I almost died inside with relief for him suggesting to do so.

"Yes actually, cause then I can explain everything that's happening while I beat a bag... hard." I agreed to him as I turned him round. I picked up the pace into a steady walk to go to my house to grab my gym things before we made our way over.

I shushed Johnny when he asked me why I looked more mad than usual. At this point we never know what can happen with everything I say, especially the fact that I gained the title as 'outsider'. The boys seem to have fit in a little better than I have, but my baby bump that quickly grew caught the publics' attention just when I thought I was getting comfy. Not to mention I was forced into some "agreements" to keep my friends safe. What bullshit. Actually, no: it's complete bullshit. I glanced over at Johnny on our way over. He kept his hands tight in his pockets, and walked with the most empowering walk. He had a look on his face that was terrifying but welcoming at the same time. I'd call him the friendly giant but he isn't even that tall. He's strong and though, his muscles are a weapon them self with his tight waist and powerfully built legs to carry him. If he didn't carry that sparkling smile everywhere he went, I'd almost be scared of him. He was British, and definitely showed it. He dressed like a European with his winter jacket layered with fur and his skinny yet baggy jeans, white thin long sleeve with sleeves rolled up. His hair was the typical: quiff like style topped with a Snapback. Girls everywhere are in love with him, I didn't see it, more because I'm already in love, but he's a brother to me. He's apparently flirty with me by here say, but it's just our friendship, we're just two playful teens and no one else seems to understand it.

The two of us are silly and can't take anything serious when we're having fun, although once alone somewhere we're the complete opposite. That's when we hide away in the gym. I found him there when I met him. He was punching away at a bag angrily and as I came into the light he suddenly dropped his fists, red faced and sweaty. He dropped his gloves and shook my hand like a gentleman and introduced himself properly. He had anger that he couldn't hide, so I talked to him all that evening, and hours past it was dark. It took a while for him to stop wanting to throw things, but I eventually got to him. From that day on we've basically become inseparable.

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"So basically," I heaved out as I swung my leg over and high kicked the dummy. "After all that argument he kinda just declared a silent war between us."

"I don't fucking get him." Johnny began to rant with angered frustration while I continued to angrily box and kick at the dummy. "He decides to marry you when you don't even like him, and then you're also very pregnant with not even his child and now he's trying to get you to let him name your child?"