Friends with Mark: A Markiplier Fanfic

Brunch with a YouTuber

My heart starts pounding as he walks over to the table. We had a beautiful view, overseeing the several story mall that the restaurant was in. We were at the top floor of the big glass dome, which was dizzyingly tall. As I was staring over the railing down to the ground so far below, Mark greeted me, interrupting my thoughts. "Hey, Grace!" he said. I jumped, startled by the sudden burst of noise. "Hi, Mark! It's good to finally meet you!" I said, standing and sticking out my hand. He awkwardly high-fived my hand, and said, "There's no need to be so casual! It's good to meet you too! Have you ordered yet?" I snapped out of my stupor, remembering that I turned down the waitress earlier. "Ummm, no, not yet, I was waiting for you. I didn't know what you liked, and- and..." "That's okay, I'm actually glad you didn't order! That way we can try new stuff together! Of course, o-only if, um, you want!" I smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, glad to know that I wasn't the only one who was nervous. "Would you like to sit down?" Mark asked, and I realized I was still standing. "Oh, sure! Sh-should I pull out the chair for you?" "Why thank you! If you wish!" he said. I pulled out the chair, fumbling as my hands shook. He grabbed my hands in his and looked me dead in the eyes. "Hey, there's no need to be nervous! I'm just another stranger, I just earn a bit more than the average person and I post videos of myself doing stupid things! But to be honest, I'm a bit nervous, too. You just seemed like a nice person, and you reached out to me more than usual! I thought that it would be cool to get to know you!" I looked into his eyes and saw someone who genuinely cared about my feelings. "Th-thank you!" I stuttered, barely able to get the words out of my mouth. He let go of one hand and lead me around the small table to my seat. He pulled out the chair with his free hand, and with his other hand he helped me sit. He walked to his chair and sat very delicately, as if the chair was made of fractals of thin glass. The waitress brought the menus for us, and we checked out the "Exotic Dishes" section. "I've never had caviar before!" Mark said, pointing at the crisp menu. "What is it?" I said, "I've never heard of it!" "I think it's fish eggs!" said Mark, with a slightly grossed-out face. I shivered, goosebumps appearing on my skin. "Sure, I guess it's cool! I should tell the waitress to bring a bucket, just in case!" I laughed. "Oh, totally!" he said with a humorous smile. I felt happy that we were more comfortable with each other. I noticed how Mark was dancing slightly to the music. I strained to hear the song that was playing, which just so happened to be my favorite song, and I said, "No way! This is my favorite song!" He stopped dancing and looked at me very slowly, with a huge goofy smile on his face. I giggled, and I remembered how he smiled like that once before, in a video he recorded. "No. Way. Seriously?" he said, the smile on his face remaining constant. "Seriously! We should stand up and dance and see what people do!" I said as I started to whip, as the song was Watch Me. He got up, and started to dance too, and we danced in unison for a while. The few others stared at the strange sight that we were. We attracted the attention of our waitress, and she ushered us back to our seats while we laughed like the maniacs that we both were. The waitress asked us for our orders to keep us quiet. We told her, and she hurried away, all while yelling at someone, probably a staff member, to change the song. We were catching our breath, still wheezing from laughing so hard. "You're a funny one, Grace!" Mark said, gasping for air, still grinning wildly. I replied, "You're not exactly grey yourself, Markimoo!" We laughed again, and the waitress came to bring us the caviar and to hush us again, reminding us that this was a restaurant, and that if we made a ruckus another time, we would be removed from the restaurant and not refunded. We immediately quieted, but snickered after she left. "Well, time to eat!" I said, as I remembered the eggs in front of us. I looked down slowly with uncertainty, hoping I would be able to stomach it. I picked up a fork and looked at Mark again. "No use waiting, while we fantasize about the gooey sliminess that awaits us!" He picked up his fork quickly and tried stabbing one with his fork. It slipped out from under his fork, and the fork clattered loudly on the plate. The waitress gave us a menacing look, and Mark mouthed, "Sorry!" The waitress rolled her eyes and went back to work. I slowly sank my fork into the pile of small, round, opaque balls of goo. I grimaced as I pierced one and brought it closer to my mouth. Mark stared at the ball on my fork, making gross smacking sounds with his mouth and disgusted faces. "You're not helping, you know!" I said playfully, lowering the fork. Mark shrugged and stopped making sounds, but he kept on with the faces. I rolled my eyes and smiled, then focused on the ball of goo about to enter my mouth. I put it in my mouth and started chewing. I grimaced as the egg hit my teeth and squished in my inner ear. I swallowed with distaste, and said, half gagging, "It-it's good!" Mark looked at me doubtingly, then proceeded to spear an egg. "Well, here goes!" He popped one in his mouth, and groaned quietly. "Ew... Ugh, ewewewewew!" He said, swallowing it. "Let's not do that again!" I giggled as he wiped off his tongue with a napkin. "Let's get out of here!" Mark said, and I waved at the waitress for the check. She sighed, and went and got the book. I put my card into the slot, and was about to sign my name at the bottom. "Wait!" Mark said, having thoroughly wiped his tongue, "Let me pay!" "Oh, but Mark!" I said, holding the pen, "I invited you here, I should pay!" "But it's my pleasure, Grace! I had a great time!" "Okay, if you want! But I'm paying for ice cream!" I said, giving in to Mark's kindness. "Deal!" he said, thrilled to give me the luxury of not paying. I took my card out of the slot and handed the book to Mark. He payed, and we left to go get ice cream.