Runaway (Markiplier X Lindsey Stirling)

Back Again

(Mark p.o.v.)
We were driving away from the airport, back to my house. My house. It had been over a year since I had been there. Matt and Ryan were still there, and I told them I was coming. Ryan said they had a certain surprise for me when I got back. What that surprise was, I had no idea. But I was excited nonetheless. Unless that surprise was a knuckle sandwich for being such an asshole and just leaving them. I wouldn't be too surprised. We finally got there. As we walked up the door, bags in hand, I started feeling quite anxious. You need to come back. Okay. And then I knocked in the door, and only seconds after, I heard running footsteps before the door flew open.
Ryan: Mark! It's so good to see you again!
He came over and gave me a big hug.
Mark: It's good to see you too, Ryan. Oh god, I'm so sorry for just leaving you guys.
Ryan: It's fine bud. It's fine.
Then he looked up from our hug at Lindsey, who gave him an awkward smile.
Ryan: Wait, so those rumors are true?
Mark: Rumors?
Ryan: You guys didn't hear?
We both shook our heads.
Ryan: Here, come on.
He brought us inside then went over to a computer, which Matt was on.
Matt: Oh, hey guys. It's great to have you...
Matt: ...wait, the ru-
Ryan: That's what I'm showing them. Now move your ass Matt.
Matt: Wha-
Ryan pushed Matt's chair over a little, so it rolled away from the computer. After typing a few things, he showed us a tweet. We read it and both of our eyes went wide.
Mark: It's not tru-
Lindsey: Phelba.
Mark: What?
Lindsey: Phelba wrote the tweet.
Mark: I'm sorry, who?
Lindsey: She's a...very...interesting fan.
I nodded. I got what she meant.
Mark: Well, how about we go out for lunch, and then I'll record a video addressing it when we get back. Sound good?
Ryan: Okay.
Matt: Sounds good.
Lindsey just nodded. I could tell she was probably uncomfortable, not that I blame her.
Mark: Well, then let's go.
We left the house as I drove us all down to a sandwich place not too far away (for whatever reason, whenever they go out to eat, they will eat sandwiches apparently). As we sat down and started to eat, I saw Lindsey looking around nervously.
Mark: Hey, what's up?
Lindsey: Can I try something real quick?
Mark: Uh...sure?
She quickly grabbed my hand and leaned her head on my shoulder, smiling up at me. My face turned bright pink.
Mark: W-What are you doing?
Lindsey: Give it a minute.
After a few seconds, both of our phones started going crazy. She pulled her's out before giving me a look of triumph.
Lindsey: Ah ha! I knew it!
She turned her phone to me as I saw a tweet.
Lindsey: She followed us to L.A.

@PhelbaStirling: Sandwich shop: new place of Lindsey romance!

Mark: Okay, and...?
Lindsey: And she's right over there. That's where the picture was taken from.
She vaguely gestures almost directly behind her. I looked over her shoulder and sure enough, there was a dorky looking red headed girl staring right at us with her phone out.
Mark: I've got this.
Before she could say anything, I got up and started walking towards the girl. She seemed a little confused, maybe even a bit alarmed as I stood in front of her.
Phelba: W-Well hello sir...
She fixed her hair a little bit, even though it still looked goofy.
Phelba: How are you doing today? Say, aren't you M-Mar...Marki...Markiflyer?
Mark: Markiplier, but people just call me Mark.
She stood up, extending her hand rather perkily.
Phelba: Well Mr. Iplier, I'm Phelba, at your service.
I cautiously shook her hand.
Mark: Uh...hi. Um, your the one whose been creeping photos of me and Lindsey, right?
Phelba: How dare you accuse me of such a thing. Hmph.
Mark: We know it was you.
Phelba: Wait, we? You and Lindsey?
Mark: Yeah...
Phelba: Lindsey finally noticed me! And so did her boyfriend!
Mark: Um, I'm not her boyfriend. I'm her friend.
Phelba: Sure, and I'm Lindsey's #2 fan.
Mark: No, I'm serious. I'm not.
Phelba: Well...then how do you explain holding her hand in Ohio? Hm...?
Mark: It was a friendly thing.
Phelba: Sure it was...
Mark: Look, could you just not do that anymore?
Phelba: If you tell me one thing?
Mark: What is it?
Phelba: Do you like Lindsey?
I sighed. Ugh...
Mark: As a friend.
She rolled her eyes a little.
Phelba: Fine, sure. Well, you'll never catch me! Take...that!
She grabbed her cup of water and threw it at my face before running away.
What in the actual fuck?
I slowly walked over to our table to see the three of them laughing.
Ryan: Well that looks like it went well.
Lindsey: I told you she was crazy.
Mark: It went fine. And you think?
She giggled as I sat back down.
Mark: Well, I know what I'm ordering. A turkey sandwich, a towel, and a new shirt.
Ryan: I'm pretty sure they only have one of those things here, Mark.
Mark: Goddamnit.

A/N: Okay, so I finally got around to watching Mark's play through of Misao and HOLY SHIT!!! Like, it was fine and then part 6 came around (if you've seen it, you know what I'm talking about), and I was just like, "what the fuck?" I don't want to say too much in case either someone is also late to the party and hasn't seen it, or is sensitive to the subject, but what happened to her...geez. So yeah, had to say a little something about it. These author notes have just turned into like a personal diary or some shit at this point, haven't they? Oh well. Well, depressing and fucked up topics aside, hope you liked that. Until next time...
(Also, dear Wattpad and your swearing policies in the comments,
FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!! YOU CANT DO SHIT TO ME!!! Also, how is pussy and dick perfectly okay but shit is like a word straight from satan's butthole? What the fuck Wattpad?
Also, one of these days, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get banned, so while I'm at it...actually, I'm going to save getting banned for another day. I've done enough damage for one night).