Friends with Mark: A Markiplier Fanfic

Ice Cream and Laughter

We arrived at the ice cream shop with a fishy, slimy aftertaste stuck in our mouths, even after we paid a long visit to the drinking fountains. Some people stared at us, because we had been wearing a slight grimace the entire way, and kept wiping our tongues in hopes of getting rid of the hideous aftertaste. I looked at Mark, and he looked at me. We had arrived at our destination, the cold, delicious, aftertaste-removing nectar of ice cream. We smiled at each other, sighed, and walked inside. We were instantly met with a dazzling, mouth-watering combination of smells. We recognized a few, like mint-chocolate chip, mocha, and mango sorbet. But there were a few undistinguishable smells, and I knew that we had to sample some. We walked to the seemingly mile-long counter, stocked with every ice cream imaginable. We gave each other knowing looks, and started to inspect each flavor more closely. I saw that they went in alphabetical order, and I had stumbled upon the apple flavored ice cream. I thought, "Nah, there are better ones than apple. I'll head to the G's. That's my letter, I'll find something there!" I followed my thoughts to close to halfway down the line of succulent, sweet, and even savory flavors. I found green tea ice cream, which just so happened to be my favorite flavor. I beckoned Mark over, who had gotten lost in the M section. "Mark, come here, you gotta see this!" I said, "It's my favorite flavor!" He came over with a mischievous smile on his face, and said, "I have something to show you, too!" I almost yelled, "Look, Mark, green tea! I love green tea!" "Let's get some!" Mark said, looking up to the lady who was waiting for a customer, "Green tea ice cream for two, please!" The lady started, then said, "Cones, bowls, or Mochi?" We looked at each other and I said to the lady, "What's Mochi?" "You've never tried Mochi?" she said, a growing smile on her face, "Carla, get some Mochi samples for our friends! I will explain to you what Mochi is. Mochi are ice cream balls wrapped in sweet dough made out of rice. It's so good! They're my favorite type!" The other worker, Carla, quickly brought out two palm-sized balls of hard dough. We looked at the original lady, who was staring at us expectantly. She said impatiently, "Go on, try it! I guarantee you'll like it!" We looked at each other, then I brought mine up to my lips. I bit it, and instantly sweet, cold flavor burst onto my palate. I tasted green tea, and sugar, and milk. It instantly got rid of the nasty taste on my tongue, and replaced it with cold delight. I nodded to Mark, with a huge smile on my lips as I savored the amazing colors running over my tongue. Mark bit his, and his eyes lit up and he smiled at me with the same awe I was feeling. We inhaled ours, and I asked to buy four Mochi. The lady rung up our order, and I paid, still tasting the sweet flavor of the frozen milk and rice dough. Mark beckoned to show me what he had seen, which was the mango sorbet. "That's my favorite flavor!" Mark said, "Can we get it? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?" I laughed at his playful whine, and asked for mango sorbet for two. The lady happily gave us the sorbet, happy that we were so childishly happy. I paid for the sorbet, and we went on our way, all while Mark was happily eating his portion with the tiny sample spoon that the lady gave us, in case we wanted a sample. I smiled at his delight, reveling in how the Markimoo and I had hit it off. He noticed me staring at him, and made one of his many faces, the one that always gets me laughing. We both cracked up as we left the mall, still giggling as we went to our cars. Mark stopped laughing and looked thoughtful, "Grace?" I sobered up, "Yeah, Mark?" "Do you think, I mean- if you wanted to- I had a great time, and-" I smiled as he stuttered, and chuckled a little bit, "Yes, Markimoo?" "Um, well," Mark said, "I had a great time, but I don't want it to be over. Do you think you would have time- I mean, only if you want, to maybe come over to my house?" Mark stuttered, looking relieved that he had finally gotten his words out. I smiled widely, and said, "Mark, of course!" Mark smiled like a dog with a bone, "Yay! Do you want to follow me, or I can bring you!" I said, "Can I ride with you? I got here by taxi." "Totally!" Mark said. As I walked to my car, I felt insanely happy that I met my hero, and that we're friends. I thought to myself, "This is all that I could have asked for." I buckled my seatbelt as the car started.