Maybe it was anxiety. Maybe it was the fact that she was going to be his in a month. Maybe it was excitement. It could have been happiness. Actually, it could've been the noodles he had the night before – probably.
His stomach was in knots, the thoughts coursing through his brain only consisting of her. The thing was, as the time got closer to him meeting her, he would start acting in front of a mirror in random parts of the house he shared with his friends he had met a couple years back.
The speeches he would recite in the mirror were quite hilarious, ending in him facepalming and shaking his head. Once he was done scolding himself for his stupidity, he would try again, and repeat the same exact cycle. It was practically on a schedule, all of his things had been since he finally hit it big with YouTube, which still wasn't that much of a big deal to him.
His thoughts started to wander, like they always did, to how he would dress, what he would do after he had her. Would he just stay here with Ryan and Matt? Or would he move in with her - if she had her own place? Maybe those plans would just have to wait. It was still exhilarating to think about her. He probably thought about her too much, but he couldn't help it.
Okay, so maybe he was a little obsessive, but if you thought about it, there wouldn't be anyone you would rather have than your soulmate; the one that's meant for you, made for you, there for you.
"Hey, Mark! Can you come down here a sec?" Ryan snapped Mark out of his wandering thoughts, almost scaring him. He sighed and stood up, walking downstairs and to the source of Ryan's voice.
"What'cha want? Food?" Ryan let out a sarcastic laugh, then pointed outside. There, Mark saw Matt relaxing on a random floaty in the pool that had come with the house. Mark's eyebrow raised, wondering how in the world he got a floaty and where he got the pineapple from. Last time he checked, they hadn't gotten any of the above.
He stepped into the backyard, saying Matt's name loud enough to get his attention. "What the hell are you doing? And, where did you get the floaties from?" Matt simply shrugged and Mark just shook his head, walking back toward Ryan. He'd probably explain later. Mark walked into the house, grabbing some popcorn Ryan had made and snacking on it as he went to sit down on the red couch.
"Hey, Mark, guess what?" Mark let out a 'hmm?' noise, going to Netflix on the PlayStation.
"Your hair blends in with the couch," Mark snapped his head around, narrowing his eyes and scoffing.
"Your face blends in with the couch," the childish comeback was said under his breath, only making him laugh to himself at his stupidity.
He scrolled over all of the movies suggested on his Netflix, deciding on Who's Line is it Anyway?. He again started to think about her, wondering if she might like the show as much as he did. Then, came the thoughts of what it might feel like to cuddle up to her on the couch late at night and fall asleep with her under his arm.
Again, he thought of himself as obsessive, but he knew it was just the want in his head for her. Not the nasty type of want, just the want to have her. Then he started to wonder if she had ever seen his videos, because, if she had, she'd know who he was before he knew who she was.
But, as weird as that might've been, a gut feeling just told him that that wasn't the case, and she hadn't seen him before. Maybe something could happen, and she could possibly end up seeing him before he saw her, but that was highly unlikely. He shook his head, ceasing those thoughts just in time for more thoughts about her name came flooding in.
What would her name sound like with his? Would it sound good with the last name Fischbach? Or would it sound completely strange? Maybe that was a perk of her being his soulmate; his last name would sound natural with her first. What was her first name? Would it roll off his tongue? Or would he jumble it up every time he said it? How often would he get the chance to say her name? Would he say it every day or only every once in awhile? Did she have a nickname? If not, what was he going to nickname her? Nothing generic, he hoped.
So many questions, not enough answers. Does Chica need to be washed?
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FanfictionA simple clock on the wrist decided their fate. Their fate was delicate, and ending up with the perfect person for them was all they'd ever want and need in their life. [ r i p ]
