The Beginning of What Will Be

Seven

     I wake up to a rainy and gloomy day. Which strangely explains my mood, from a restless night, and a long day ahead of me. I roll over to see Mark is still asleep, and I stare at him for just a moment. He looks much younger than he did last night. It dawns on me how stressed out he must be right now, and has been for a while now. It saddens me a bit to think of how lonely he could possibly be, not talking to anyone else about this, besides me. Even his family doesn't know yet. While staring at him, I realize how much he looks like he did when I first began watching his videos. He would've been... twenty-three, I believe, possibly younger.
      I think back to the time when he had a faux-hawk, opened gifts on video, and lived with his brother in that small apartment. I think back to his older play through's such as: The Last of Us, and Outlast. I think about his fan-made games, everything from just three years ago. I smile for the memories but feel very nostalgic. 

     I come out of my train or thought and realize that Mark has woken up and is staring at me. I giggle a little because of how awkward I feel. He just continues to smile and staring at me. 

"Mark, what are you staring at? And how long have you been staring at me?"

"I'm just wondering if I am still dreaming or not," he says, smiling gently.

     I blush and look away. Outside the window, I see that the rain has begun to pour, like all of the clouds have suddenly fallen out of the sky. I look back at him and he sits up, propping himself up on his elbow. I think he's going to lean in for a kiss, but he doesn't. He stares for a moment, then gets up, only in his pajama pants. He gathers some clothes and leaves the room, a few moments later I hear the shower running.
      I wait for him to get out, so I could shower next. He comes out about twenty minutes later, his blue hair soaked, curls hanging in front of his eyes. The hair reaches the bottom of his nose, and I tell him it's nearly time for a haircut. He laughs and agrees, asking me if I will cut it for him, since I am a practicing cosmetologist. I agree to it. 

      I gather my shower bag and an outfit for the day, though I'm not sure what we will be doing. Honestly, I think to myself, probably nothing. I turn the water as hot as it will go, and finally get in, letting it scald my skin, but not enough to hurt me. I can feel it relaxing my muscles, and I sigh. I wonder what it is that Mark will want to talk to me about. Which brings me back to before he got in the shower. Had he really meant that or only said it because he was half asleep? 
      I brush my teeth and get dressed, then go to find Mark. He hadn't left the bedroom. He turns when I open the door. I look in the mirror above his dresser, and realize that my hair is going to be unruly today, so I put it into two twisted low pigtails. He grins at me and says I look like a "wannabe hipster." Not sure if that's a compliment or not.
      I sit down next to him on the bed.

"What is it you wanted to talk to me about last night before I fell asleep?"

He smiles but his eyes hold an odd look. He grabs my face gently and presses his lips to mine.