Jealous, much? : Toby Turner and Mark Fischbach

.: Prologue :.

.: A/N: Hii! Lame, I'm starting another story. So, counting my other account, I'm writing around 7-8 stories. #Yolo. Ok I didn't just say that oops. Well, this story is going to be a bit shorter. (-: Around 15 chapters. I was planning on 10, but that probably wouldn't be enough, so I decided on 15. It'll probably be a slow story, and if it gets enough feedback and enough reads, votes, and comments, I might write a sequel! Yes, Markiplier is also included in this story, and for you who don't know who he is, DONUT SPEAK TO ME.

whers da blaksmith??? ?? ¿? :.

I breathe heavily, anxiety flooding my senses. My first Vidcon appearance. I can't believe that my dream of being a somewhat famous YouTuber has come true.

"You all know her as Hunterne, but please give a round of applause to Hunter Remora!" the announcer cheers into the microphone as the stadium explodes into whistles and a crescendo of applause thickens the atmosphere.

I run through the curtains and hesitantly do a little victory dance and strut up to the announcer, who hands me the mic.

"Hello, Los Angeles!" I shout, being rewarded with a boom of cheers.

"How are all of you?" I gently ask as the audience dies down.

They answer with many voices and I make out iJustine, Danisnotonfire, Connor Franta, Jc Caylen, Nigahiga, and Jenna Marbles. Along with two new names; Tobuscus and Markiplier.

I nod in acknowledgement and have a friendly chat with a couple people in the audience. Soon, my time is over an I wave goodbye and exit the stage.

That. Was. Amazing.

I travel back to my dressing room.(A/N: I have no idea how Vidcon works, don't judge -.-) I change from my fancy clothes to a hoodie and some jeans before casually throwing on a beanie, even though it's July.

I go outside for a quick smoke, yeah, I smoke. So what? Shortly, I'm finished and I run back inside after putting in a piece of gum for fresher breath. I move quickly to the signing and meet-and-greet area. Taking my spot, I sign a few autographs and hug some brave fans and I feel warm inside.

A few fans cry when I hug them, but not quite as many as the male YouTubers would get. A few hours fly by before I take my lunch hour.

I transfer to the lunch room and grab an apple, some SunChips and a ham sandwich, settling down to eat.

I slowly begin to eat when I feel a shift in the couch. I turn my gaze to meet a dark brown one, tinted by the glass of a pair of glasses.

"Hi," the person says. A he. He has a deep brown shade of hair which is up in a mohawk-sort-of-style. His smile is 10 miles wide and he seems genuinely happy.

I politely swallow my food. "Hello. Who are you, might I ask?" I question, biting into the apple.

"My name is Mark, what's your's?" he introduces himself like a gentleman.

"Hunter," I answer with a smile.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he says cheesily. I shake my head.

"Shut up," I joke, playfully rolling my eyes.

"I'm just being honest."

I chuckle briefly and his face falls in a gasp seconds later.

"Crap! Sorry, I gotta run. I have a meet-and-greet in ten. See ya, Hunter." Mark bids farewell and disappears from my sight.

I finish off my lunch and wander onwards. In the meantime, I run into some fans and sign some shirts and iPhone cases.

Forwards I go, taking in the sights I've been dreaming of for so long. I smile to myself. I've finally made it.

In my daze, I slam into another person and meet their raging gaze. A man with sloppy light brown hair and hazel eyes towers over me, scowling deeply.

"Watch where you're going," he hisses, glowering at me.

"Sorry, sir. I was in another world," I apologize, dipping my head politely and apologetically.

"Well stay down to earth, will ya?" he snaps. "Don't you know who I am, little girl?"

"Excuse you, sir, but I am 25. I am not a 'little girl'. And I have already apologized, politely, may I add. You're the one who needs to stay down on earth and respect others. Sure, I don't know who you are, but you don't know who I am either, so stay to your own kingdom and I'll stay to mine," I spit rudely. I toss my hair over my shoulder and spin on my heel, storming around the ignorant man.

I growl under my breath for a half hour more and I find myself searching for Mark. I'm in a good mood once more until another fan brings up my quarrel with the man, who now I am brought to know is Tobuscus, or Toby Turner.