I'm Bored //Markiplier FanFiction\\ (Prequel to I'm Fine)

Twenty-eight

Alex's POV

"So..." Mark started, looking at my face. I, however was looking down, almost ashamed of how I was feeling. "You want to talk about it?" Not really. I didn't want to talk. I was done talking. I was done with everything. With living. With crying. With being in pain. But he really needs to know. Because I like mark. And I get the feeling he likes me too. And if this is going to go anywhere at all, I need to buck it up and tell him.

"My parents are dead." I said and looked at him. He nodded.

"I know... I'm really sorry..."

"When they died, it was almost like I died with them. Ya know?" He nodded, showing me he was really listening. "I started crying myself to sleep, I never left my house..." I paused. Not wanting to tell him. "I..." My voice broke. My eyes stinging. No one knows but me. I always wore long sleeves, afraid of people seeing. Afraid of them thinking I was a freak for what I did. "I hurt myself." I broke down. He slid close to me and engulfed me in his arms.

I felt safe. I felt as if the pain from my life hadn't followed me into his warm embrace. I felt as if nothing could hurt me ever again.

I felt love and warmth. I felt like he was ecstasy. I took one taste if him and I couldn't stop. I just got so addicted.

"Please don't leave me..." I whimpered as he wiped my tears away and looked me in the eyes. Looking red at the rim with tears at the brink of falling.

He shook his head.

"I'm not going anywhere."

And that's how we ended in this situation. Mark protecting me from the world with his arms wrapped around me as we watched 'The Ringer'.

We came to the conclusion that crying is for wimps and we should watch a funny movie in order to stop the tears. Even though we were crying from laughter.

Mark had never seen the movie. I, however, have seen it hundreds of times and I can basically quote the whole movie. So I sat cuddled up to mark quoting my favorite parts.

"You're a faker! A mother faker!" I yelled pointing at Mark. He just laughed.

God, I love his laugh. It was like a manly unicorn is laughing...

That's really the only way I know how to describe it...

The night was going splendid. I didn't mind being pressed up against him while we cuddled. He was wearing his blue and grey hoodie which hugged his abdomen perfectly. And let me tell you... He would've looked better with it off- but! He still looked great...

He shifted a bit in his seat, moving a little closer to me.

"I'm sorry if I'm invading your personal space." He said quietly, his breath fanning against my face at the close proximity of our body's. It smelled like mint and sexyness. I shook my head and snuggled closer to him laying an arm on his chest. He slowly rubbed that arm that was comfortably rested across his body. I smiled at his touch.

"I don't care."

More towards the end of the movie my eyes started to feel heavy. I tried to keep them open, but with marks sweet touch and the warmth from his body and the blanket, I failed every time. He made it so easy for me to just fall asleep.

After a while of darkness I felt him shaking my shoulder.

"Ally..." I heard him whisper. I whimpered and burried my face into his chest. He chuckled and pulled his arm out from around my shoulder and replaced it under my back. Another at the back of my knees. He lifted me off the couch as if I was weightless. He made it look so easy to pick up a grown woman that weighs 130 pounds.

"Ally, babe, where's your bedroom." He whispered- wait. Babe? I brushed it off and mumbled words that would lead him to my room. He's never really been to my apartment; and when he has come over, he's only ever really been to the bathroom, kitchen or living room.

He turned into the dark room where my bed was laid. This bed was like the antibiotics that would eventually save my life. He laid me down. I've told mark many times of how I like to sleep. So knowing I hated having socks on whilst sleeping, he carefully took them off. He pulled the blankets up to my shoulders, kissed my forehead and told me goodnight, then turned to leave.

I sat up and grabbed his hand, feeling more awake now then a few seconds ago.

"Stay with me?" I asked in a small voice. He looked at me for a while.

"Do you have some blankets to I can sleep on the floor?" He asked. I chuckled and shook my head, pulling his arm toward the bed, scooting over and letting him fall next to me. He chuckled and took off his hoodie.

HECK YEAH!

I mean; it's cool, whatever man... He had a shirt under his hoodie but when he pulled the blue and grey clothing item over his head I almost died because his shirt came up and showed his perfectly sculpted abdomen. I saw the scar that laid up and down across his stomach, it made me sad at first but when I was watching his videos I found out about the tumors and felt happy that he was able to survive and I was able to meet him.

He pulled his shirt down and laid next to me. He kept his distance but then I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him closer to me. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled into his chest.

"Goodnight, mark. I love you."

He tensed and didn't answer for a while. I set my hand on his chest and sat up, kissing him on the cheek before I paid back down.

"Goodnight, al. I love you too."

And for the first time, I didn't mind him calling me by a guys name.