Time Is Running Out

Chapter 5

As I sat on the couch and turned on the game, Jack leaned over to Mark and whispered in his ear. It was quite unintelligible, but whatever he said made Mark's face redden. Boys, I thought. But, damn was it ever weird to see Mark blush. It was kinda...cute, I guess. I mean, everything Mark did was attractive to me; the way he talked, the way he smiled, even the way he fucking walked.

I guess I must have sighed dreamily or something, cause Jack looked over at me with a sly-ass smirk. And, of course, I blushed hella hard. Mark just kinda laughed it off, and went back to work setting up the camera and mic. That was another thing about Mark; his ability to make things un-awkward. Oh, and his hair. That was definitely a bonus. Every now and then, Mark would change it's color, from pink, to blue, and a darker blue. My personal favorite was what it was currently; a dark blue with the tips purple, due to the chlorine in his pool back home.

Mark's wasn't the only one who's hair was dyed. Jack's was, too. Both of them dyed it for charity; Jack did green, and Mark did pink. Everyone in the fandom called them "Cosmo and Wanda" until Mark dyed it blue. It was another one of those things that made the Septiplier fandom go batshit crazy.

"Ready, Christelle?" I heard Mark ask.

I snapped out of my trance quickly, realizing I had been staring at Mark the entire time.

"Oh! Uh, yeah." I responded, looking away from the wide-eyed Mark. Jack chuckled.

"Why don't you two just fuck already?" he chuckled, making both Mark and I blush in return.

Stay calm, Christelle I thought to myself. They can't tell...

Can they?

Mark began to start the camera as Jack turned on the system. Jack handed me a controler, flashed me a smile, then sat beside me on the couch. Mark followed shortly after, smiling at the camera.

"Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier, and welcome to another video! And today, I am with Jack, and someone who is new to the YouTube scene!" Mark smiles over at me, and Jack does his intro next.

"Top of the morning to ya, laddies! My name is JackSepticEye, and this here is Christelle, my cousin!" I waved to the camera. "Hi everyone!" I said cheerfully, smiling. "It's super awesome to be here with Mark and Jack today!"

Jack chuckled, and Mark took the controller from him. "Well, let's get started!"

As Mark began to play, Jack and I told the viewers some more about me, every now and then making a smart remark about Mark's gameplay. "C'mon, Mark! It can't be THAT hard!" Jack joked.

"Then YOU play, ya little shit."

Jack gladly took the controller from Mark. "Watch and learn!" he shouted, causing me to erupt into laughter.

As Mark and I watched Jack play, Mark sneakily yawned and put his arm around me. Smooth. I rolled my eyes at Mark, and just let it slide. Sure, the fans were going to flip in the comments, but I didn't really pay much attention to that thought. Every time Jack died again on the game, Mark would inch closer and closer to me, making me slightly uncomfortable. What the hell is he doing? I remember asking myself. He's going to get BOTH of us in trouble!

Jack must have noticed the shifting weight on the couch, and he sat the controller down. "Well, that's all for today! High fives all around! And if you liked this video, make sure to punch that like button, in the face, LIKE A BOSS!" Jack turned off the camera, and turned to Mark and I. "Christelle, let me show ya to your room." Jack quickly took my hand and led me out of the living room.

As we entered the guest room, he shut the door behind us and sighed. "Sorry about Mark, Christelle. I don't think his head's on straight tonight." I chuckled.

"No worries. Thanks for helping me out, Jackaboy."

Jack smiled, walked out of the guest room, and shut the door behind him.