Remembering [Markiplier love story]

Chapter Four: Song To Remember

[Avery's POV]

Dangerous, the word echoed through my head. Slowly my head starts pounding, the sore spot throbbing. I put my hands over my ears as they start to ring. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Avery?" An echoed voice says. I shot open my eyes, feelings tears fall. "It's ok, look at me." the voice starts tuning in, it was Mark. I look up at him, he's concerned.

"I'm sorry." I say looking away. His warm hands touched my cheek wiping tears away. He handed me a napkin.

"You're the one who shouldn't be sorry." I take the napkin from him. I sniffle a few times before the pain is completely gone. I look to Matt.

"Ryan just doesn't know you yet." he says. "I've only just met you today, but I still think you're alright." he says smiling. I smile, looking down. "Ryan just... w-well he hasn't been the same since-" Mark cuts him off.

"None of us has, doesn't mean he can be a dick to someone." Matt looks away. I wipe my eyes and sit up straight.

"May I use the shower?" I ask. I must smell awful, considering I did wake up behind a garbage bin.

"Yeah, I'll take you to the bathroom." Mark says getting up and leading me the the upstairs hallway. "Here it is." He opens the door and I see a pretty nice sized bathroom. Very clean, everything in a specific place. "I'll get you some clothes." He walks off to another room. I step inside the bathroom, I examine the counter top. It's a grey marble with white sinks on each end. The floors were a nice white tile, the shower had grey curtains and the walls were a darker grey. "Here you go." I turn around and see mark handing me a t-shirt, sweats, and a pair of boxers." I stare at the clothing choice and looked up at him. "I uh... don't have any... uh girl things..." he coughs. "This is how the shower turns on." he heads to the shower and turns on the faucet then pulls down on a handle. "Warm, cold." twisting the handle side to side.

"Thank you." I say with a smile. He leaves closing the door. I undress myself and feel something heavy in my jeans. I pick through the pockets and grab an iPhone and what looks like a wallet. I press the power button on the phone but a flashing charge symbol shows on screen, indicating it's dead. Figures. I open the wallet and see my face. 'Avery D Huffman' There's my name and date of birth written on the plastic card. Must be my driver's license, nice to have, though I doubt I'll be driving in my condition. I open it more, no money inside. I shrug and take the rest of my clothes off and hop in the shower. It felt so nice to have a warm shower. I wash my hair and body scrubbing the dirt spots from my legs and feet. I hear a tune from the wall beside me. Music?

Guitar notes played.

"Lovin' can hurt. Lovin' can hurt sometimes. But it's the only thing that I know." A man's voice sang. After a few verses I found myself singing along.

[Mark's POV]

I walk out of the recording room, Pandora still playing. Then I hear a voice sing from the bathroom. I walk by and hear a soft voice sing out.

"We keep this love in a photograph, we make these memories for ourselves." It's Avery.

"Where our eyes are never closed and, hearts are never broken, time's forever frozen still..." It's beautiful.

"So you can keep me, inside the pocket of your ripped, jeans. Holdin' me close until our eyes, meet. You won't ever be alone. Wait for me to come home." her voice is like an angel's.

I end up leaning against the wall for the whole song. Beautiful.

A/N: I wanted a nice soft song for her to sing because I feel like those songs really show someone your talents, and apparently Mark loved it. Song is posted above! :3. Anyway this is getting really fun to write. And I wonder what Matt and Mark were talking about when Mark said none of them were the same after... after what? Guess we'll have to find out.