Warm Undertones. ~ M.F

Movie.

"I kinda sorta heard you while you were making a video, so I searched you up. You're pretty damn funny Mark." I say, lightly punching his chest.

"Ah, I see. Well, thank you, Michaela." He chuckles.

"Now the bathroom is on the other side of the hall, go use it." I giggle as I walk back to the living room.

Mark and I start to roll through Netflix as the doorbell chimes. I answer it, and sure enough it's the domino's pizza guy.

"That'll be 13.89" he says with a smile. As I grab my wallet from the counter, Mark walks up to the guy and hands him a 20. The guy's face lights up at the sight of him. "Are you, Markiplier?" He asks with wide eyes.

"That would be me." He says with a forced laugh.

"Wow, dude your videos are hilarious. Keep up the good work!"

"Thanks man, oh, and keep the change." The guy nods and Mark walks back in with our dinner.

"Looks like someone has fans." I joke with him. He rolls his eyes. "Uhm, thanks for paying, by the way." I can feel my face heating up.

"No problem. I owe ya one for letting me use your bathroom. Wait.." He examines my face closer. "Are you blushing Michaela?"

"Fuck. Off." I grab some pizza and walk to the couch.

"Oh, I see how it is." He says jokingly, joining me with his breadsticks.

We search Netflix for any good movies, and suddenly Mark sees one he wants to watch.

"Ooh! The Last Shift! That movie is so good." I look at the thumbnail. It's a scary movie.

I hate scary movies.

"Y-you sure?" I look at Mark with a scared expression plastered on my face.

"Hell yea!" He grabs the remote and presses play. I grab the nearest pillow and hold it up to my face just in case I need to hide from something. Mark notices what I'm doing and raises an eyebrow at me. "Ooh, is someone scared already?" I nod reluctantly. "Don't worry I promise it's all fake." He smiles, making me burrow my face into the pillow.

About twenty minutes into the movie and I can feel a scare coming on.

"Boo!" Mark suddenly screams in my ear. I squeal and hug him just from instincts. I soon realize what I'm doing and let go.

"I uh-.. Sorry." I whisper.

"Nah I was just messing with you. My fault!" I nod and soon find my eyes getting heavy.

My eyes flutter open. I'm laying on something kind of uncomfortable. I look up and soon realize what I'm laying on.

Marks lap.

His elbow is on the arm of the couch, supporting his head as he sleeps. I must have fell over or something. I jolt up, causing him to wake up as well.

"Uh, good morning! Sorry for laying on you, it's my fault! Heheh.." My face is probably beet red at the moment.

"N-no problem! Well, I should get going! Thanks for everything Michaela." Mark suddenly gets up and walks back to his apartment.

That was an interesting night.