Coming Home (Adopted By Markiplier Sequel)

Chapter 21

POV: Krystal

"Dad, I can give you a hundred reasons on why I shouldn't go to school today."

"Ok," he replied, turning to me and leaning against the counter with his coffee in his hands, "start naming them then."

There I sat, at the counter separating the two of us, stumped. A smirk formed on Mark's face, and he knew. I took a deep breath, "Give me the rest of the school year to think of this one."

Mark shrugged his shoulders, "Ok."

My eyes went wide, "Really?!"

"No, go get dressed."

I groaned and moaned, scraping my feet against the floor while Cooper attacked them. He's so big that I can actually feel his weight on my feet. It like putting my foot in a grinder...fuck it hurts.

Upon getting into my room, I already had an outfit in mind. I actually want to look cute today, for once. I picked out my outfit, and once I got dressed, I checked the time: 6:00. Shouldn't Taylor be climbing in through my-

Just like that, my mood did a 180, my heart sinking down to my feet that Cooper were still crushing. He might as well be crushing my heart under his tiny little paws. Taylor isn't here...

Fuck the makeup I put on, fuck trying to look pretty, fuck school, fuck everything...what's the point if I don't have my Bopsytwin with me to complete the package?

Instead of trying to be happy, I fell to my knees, and began crying, cause crying is all I can do right now. All this time it's been me trying to help Mark through this, when I should have been helping myself too.

Cooper licked my hands that were covering my face and whimpered. When I did nothing in reply, he pushed his head between my hands and face, pulling them back and forcing me to look at him. His tail wagged the slightest, a kiss placed on my cheek. Something in me snapped, and I wrapped my arms around him, crying within his fur.

Then, as though the universe fucking hates me, I hear Mark's feet coming towards my room, and him starting to say, "Hey Krystal? Do you know where my..."

That's when he saw me. Without warning, without a noise, without a hesitation, he came over to me, sat down on the floor, and squeezed me to his chest. "How about you stay home today..."

Just a simple nod, and then all was quiet.

"Do you need more ice-cream?" Mark asked, poking ahishead into my room.

I shook my head, my face stiff from the tears. I kept my attention at the TV that was playing Taylor and I's favorite show, Baby Daddy. Tubs of ice-cream filled my bed and the space around my body, Cooper on the floor staring up at the tubs with hungry, curious eyes.

All day Mark has been taking care of me. He's been checking up on me, making sure I was ok and didn't need anything, but also making videos and editing. He's so busy, and I feel bad, especially with the fact that he wasn't the only one going through having to deal with the distance you and a best friend.

I paused the show, looking at him, "Are you done for today?"

He nodded, so I moved over, making enough space for another person. "Sit."

Closing the door behind him, he took the spot before Cooper can. I placed the tub of ice-cream between us, to share, and before I could start the show, he asked, "Why?"

"Because it's not just me feeling pain, and if I can do this, you sure as hell can too."

I started the show. Mark didn't say anything.

You know what's funny? I don't think he ever was treated like this. With every single girl he's had come and go, it took his daughter to show his worth. That's how you know he's been thrown around, and treated like shit.

Mark is the most kindest person you will ever meet. He has a heart of gold, and a mind like Einstein. I guess it just takes certain people to see that.

And one of those people are hundreds of miles away...

Sorry for the short chapter. I just wanted to show that Krystal does care, and that if women can be treated like princesses or queens, guys have all the right to be treated like princes or kings too.