Coming Home (Adopted By Markiplier Sequel)

Chapter 15

POV: Krystal

After we ate and got dressed, we walked down to the pool and for the last hour, we were just sitting around. It wasn't quiet at all, with older kids being out at the pool in the dark, but it didn't bother me. Taylor and I were just talking and cracking jokes, being our normal selves. Mark was back, laughing with Wade, Jack, and Bob; Marzia and Felix in the pool swimming around. The pool lights were on, and so were the jets, which the kids couldn't stop messing around with.

"Ohhhh, look who's staring," Taylor whispered, looking over at the pool before back to me.

Following her eyes, I noticed the boy from yesterday morning when we were at the pool staring. I wasn't very sneaky, and before I could look away from his eyes, he smiled at me. Yes, he was cute, and had a six pack, and was adorable-I still had my eyes on someone else.

"Go at him Taylor," I said, looking away from the boy.

She gasped, shaking her head, "I'm taken Missy. You're the one that can go over there and flirt all you want."

I rolled my eyes, turning back to the boy who was still staring. With a blush, I looked over at Mark, who was glaring at the boy. Oh God, boy trouble.

He looked over at me, and I got up, beckoning him to follow. I walked over to the pool and watched as he excused himself, meeting next to me. He followed my actions as I sat down on the side, sticking my feet in and enjoying the warm water. 

A few moments of silence was enough for me. "Dad," I said, "don't glare at the boy. I don't like him, even though he's cute, I have my eyes on someone else."

A smirk formed on his face, "Adam."

A deep blush broke out on my cheeks, and I punched him on the arm and mumbled, "Shut up."

He chuckled, rubbing his arm where I hit him carefully. A moment after, he sighed, "When do you want to tell her?"

I looked over at Taylor, who was having a conversation with Marzia. My eyes trailed to the water, my mind's wheels spinning. "I thought we talked about this," I said, trying to remember back to our conversation.

"I'm just making sure when you want to. Whenever you want to, we can." He kicked his feet, splashing the water like a little kid would on a hot summer day.

I shrugged my shoulders, "Tonight? Maybe it would make this week even more special for her."

Mark nodded, jumping into the pool and changing the topic almost as soon as it started. Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled my leg and pulled me under with him. My scream was muffled by the water, where it still continued under it's surface. As I resurfaced, his laugh filled my ears and traveled over to me, where I erupted into a laughing fit.

"I'M COMING IN!" A Irishman screamed, the only Irishman I know.

Mark cupped his mouth, shouting, "DO A BACK FLIP!"

I followed his eyes and saw Jack behind me, and as I turned, he jumped; over my head, flipping back, and dead into the water. Once again, I screamed, and once again, the water that splashed toward me muffled it. Once again, Mark laughed, but another one joining in with him: Jack.

Once my sight returned to me, I glared at them, sending water their way and into their laughing mouths. Simultaneously, they started gasping for breath, glaring shortly after at my laughter. Almost as soon as I got that glare, I stopped laughing, but that wasn't enough. Their revenge was one got my one side, the other got the other, and next thing I know, I'm basically thrown across the pool. Instantly, I swam up to hear their laughter, along with the rest of the group and the boy that was staring at me before. I giggled and quickly swam away, back to the guys.