After we finished the call, I started to set up my recording stations. It took me about an hour to set everything up the way I wanted it to. *Ding* the buzzer to my apartment rang. It was Mark. He smiled and walked in without saying a word. "What's up babe?" I asked, slightly concerned about his behavior. "I'm so happy we told them. Now we don't have to hide it as much... But still from the fans." He said, still smiling ear to ear. He came up and kissed me very gently on the check and then picked up a box. "What should I help you with?" He asked. "Oh, you don't have to help me, it's not that much stuff." I didn't want him to see all the random shit I brought with me. "Oh come on, we haven't been with each other face to face many times before." He said as he bit his lip. I melted a little before saying, "Okay... But don't judge all of my stuff, most of them have good stories behind them." "Why would I judge you?" Mark giggled. "Because you can be a dick to your friends and me." I smiled and kissed him, "but we can work on that together." We smiled and got back to unpacking.
DU LIEST GERADE
Septiplier is(n't) dead
ФанфикMy friend asked me to write a fanfiction, so here it is. (I ship Septiplier but support Amyplier and Septishu.) Also I'm sorry if I make some people seem like huge dicks, I actually like them.
