A Walk in the Rain (Markiplier x Reader)

Chapter 9

"So how long have you been in L.A.?" Mark asks you. The café was a gorgeous place, it was on a terrace, giving you a view of the hills outside downtown L.A. You three were seated right on the edge, near the fence. There were flowers in hanging pots everywhere, giving it a pleasant smell and look.
You had ordered a smoothie, while Mark and Jack both sipped on some coffee. This was the best smoothie you had ever tasted, and were aggressively sipping on it right as Mark asked you the question. Looking from your straw and swallowing the mouthful of smoothie, you see them both eagerly awaiting a response. Leaning back, you answer "I've been here about a month and a half. I came here hoping to find myself, I heard that L.A. is the land of opportunity. " Looking down, you laugh at yourself. "And here I am, working as a cashier at Dollar General and attempting to be a vlogger like every other 20 year old. Some opportunity, huh?" You say looking up. You hoped Jack didn't know about the boom in your channel due Mark's shout-out. You were giving him a chance to fess up about being a YouTuber, before you needed to confront him.
Jack popped in immediately, " It's ok! You still have a lot of time, right? A month and a half isn't long enough to start doubting yourself! I think you could easily become a popular vlogger within a year!" However, you hadn't heard a thing Jack said. You and Mark were having a stare down. He had paused mid-sip of his coffee, and you had been holding eye contact since you had mentioned YouTube. He lowered his hand a little. Jack noticed the stare down, and was immediately concerned. " Um. Guys?" He mumbled, trying to figure out why there was sudden tension. You continued to hold Mark's gaze, and folded your arms. It was apparent he wasn't going to admit it on his own. "But then again, it would be pretty easy to be a vlogger if some big YouTuber gives me a shout-out. I wonder if that would happen. Don't you, Mark?" Jack's eyes widened, realizing what was happening. " I'm going to...go...to the bathroom." He says before scooting back then shooting off across the mostly empty terrace, hoping to avoid being around a confrontation. Mark's eyes darkened, and he put his cup down, dropping his arm to the table. "I guess you know then." He says, leaning forward. You smirk, and nod. "Why did you hid it from me? I mean, I know we barely know each other, but still, you didn't need too keep it a secret." He sighs. He scratches his hair, and shifts in his seat slightly. " I was just trying to make sure you were the real deal, and didn't want to be my friend only because of my popularity on the Internet." He grabs his coffee again, and sips. You could see the reason in his actions, and instantly felt guilty that you had brought it up. Did he really have such a problem with finding friends that he had to lie to get to know them? "I'm sorry I lied." He says. You look up to his face and see he is staring over the suburbs. A breeze ruffles his blue hair, making it seem as if he had an ocean on the top of his head, and he has the cloudy look of guilt in his eyes. Those brown eyes. You had never really noticed how intense they were before. Not intense as in an action film, but intense in the way they showed emotion, as if they were a mirror into his thoughts, telling you exactly what was going on in his head. How can someone have such nice eyes? How can your eyes tell so many stories? Reaching out your hand, you lay it on his, which was wrapped around his cup on the table. Mark turned back, and glanced at you surprised. "It's ok. I can't imagine how difficult it is to meet new people when so many people already know you, you had your reasons to say what you did. And I forgive you." A grin lights up his face, mostly his eyes. "Thank you." He says, and rests his other hand on yours. Suddenly, you remember Jack. "We should probably go. Jack must be waiting. " Mark agrees, and awkwardly pulls his hand away, yours still tingling where his had been. You push in your chairs and head inside to the register. Jack sat in a chair next to the exit, with his arms crossed, a stormy look on his face. He held a receipt, so it was apparent that he had already paid the bill. " Jack?" You say. He turns his head and quickly changes his expression to happy. "Everything good?" He exclaims. "Yes! We absolutely need to come here again. That smoothie was to die for." Heading to the car, you hear Mark comment " And they had some kick-ass coffee, right Jack?" Mark says, nudging him. Jack looks irritated for a fraction of a second before responding with "Yeah, that was pretty great." You pile into the car, and Mark starts up the engine. You felt great. That went swimmingly. He didn't hate you, you had cleared the air, and you had gotten to know each other quite well. Or so you thought. Little did you know, Jack had watched the whole conversation. Including the hand holding. For some reason, seeing you hold hands like that just did not set right with him. And he wasn't happy about it.

Once again, sorry this took so long. I'm ridiculously lazy.