Markimoo (Markiplier Imagines book)

18: Prom

(Sorry, just feelin it :))

Night of Senior Prom, you're sitting on your bed, on your phone, debating whether to go or not. There was this cute guy you really really wanted to go with, but he already asked that blonde cheerleader, Amy.

You snap your head up when you hear the front door swing open,"(Y/N)?"

"I'm upstairs,"you call back. It was (Y/F/N)'s voice.

She walks in and sees you on the bed, stopping and staring at you with a scowl on her face,"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING JUST SITTING THERE??! You have a dress! You're going! MARK'S GONNA BE THERE YOU IDIOT!"

"(Y/F/N), he's going with Amy already...,"you sigh.

She giggles,"That's old news, (Y/N). Where have you been in the latest? She dumped him last week."

Your head shoots right up,"SHE WHAT?!"

Your heart skips a beat, but at the same time, what if he doesn't want you? What if that's why he asked someone else? He probably had his eyes elsewhere. You get up anyways, allowing the long process to begin. She does your hair and makeup, which you do for her after. Then you two get dressed. She's all giggly, about what you don't know. One by one, your prom group arrives, and they seem just as jittery and excited. Not like prom night excited, but for some other reason.

"What is up with you guys?"you finally ask.

The only response you get is giggles before silence when the door opens again.

But...

Everyone was already there.

You freeze, and they all hold their mouths when a voice calls,"(Y/N)?"

You couldn't believe whose voice it was. It was Mark's. You can't breathe, and you can't move. All you can do is stand there, in your prom dress and think to yourself what the hell is happening?! The girls finally push you out your bedroom door and you take a deep breath, taking a moment to compose yourself. Then, you look down the stairs to see Mark, looking into your living room before looking up and meeting his eyes with yours. Your heart pounds and leaps with every step you take down the stairs.

He smiles at you, seeming to be thinking. Then, as you near the floor, he takes your hand gently,"Oh, wow. (Y/N), I definitely should have asked you instead. I'm sorry."

You give him a big smile and look at the floor. That is, until his finger lifts your chin,"How lucky am I? Going with the most beautiful girl in my senior class..."

You blush, fully,"Oh shut up, you know that's not true."

"It's every bit of truth to me..."he winks,"Also, sorry about the short notice... I really wanted to ask you and (Y/F/N) helped me come up with this surprise."

You look back up the stairs to see all the girls staring, some giggling. (Y/F/N) waves and flashes you the biggest smile. You wave goodbye to them and walk with Mark out to his car. Your heart is racing and your legs weak. While you're driving, Mark notices you fumbling with your fingers and eyes you suspiciously.

"(Y/N)? Something wrong?"

You take a moment to consider your options of how to go around telling him, but you find no alternative. You sigh,"God... how do I say this?"

"(Y/N),"he rolls his eyes,"When in doubt, spit it out!"

"I really like you! Okay?"you nervously laugh, yelling at yourself for blurting it out,"I just- I've had the biggest crush-oh shit, I've said too much..."

Mark's face flushed red and he bites hit lip,"Wait, what?"

You wish the words back before he continues,"You like me? I can't believe it! Wow, that's- I just- woah..."

"What?"you giggle.

He shakes his head, smirking to himself,"How did I get the most gorgeous girl in my class in the palm of my hand? And how was I so stupid not to ask her to prom instead of Amy? I must be a crackhead or something."

You can't believe the things he's saying to you. You can't believe you're in his car. You can't believe he's taking you to prom. You can't believe you're his freaking prom date.

Once you get to school, you walk inside and get to the gym. As you walk in, the atmosphere of the dance encases you. You're swallowed in a world of magic and wonder. For an hour, you get lost in fun and dancing and laughter. You lose yourself with Mark and your friends, whipping and dabbing, always followed by a roar of laughter. You even try to go with it when Mark tries to dance with you, holding your hips or something. But then, you're dropped back into your world of nerves.

A slow song comes on, and you turn to (Y/F/N) for help. All she does is tells you to turn around. When you do, you're immediately met by Mark's eyes before you can even shy away, his arms wrap around your waist, and you have no other option. You take an internal breath and wrap your arms around his neck, staying as chill as possible, but you don't do a very good job of it.

Mark notices and leans down to whisper in your ear,"Hey, it's just me. Relax."

With that, you're reassured and your stomach calms itself. You hold onto him and sway back and forth, in relaxed motions. You're not comfortable to do anything else other than dance, and Mark doesn't try anything either. After the dance, you decide to get pictures. Once you take a few, you hit the dance floor with your friends before another slow song comes on. This time, you're ready for anything.

Before you can stop yourself, you feel yourself getting lost in his eyes, continuing to sway side to side. His face changes from soft to intimate. This doesn't scare you, and you allow it to continue. You rest your head on his chest closing your eyes as the two of you continue your gentler swaying motion. You see your friends, who are swooning and squealing over the two of you. When you pull back, you find yourself stopping, really close to his face.

Your brain keeps telling you to back up, but you don't listen. Mark doesn't seem to mind, either, and you sense him leaning in, closing the gap. Let it happen, you think as the world slows and your heart stops. Yes, at that moment, you were kissing Mark Fischbach, your dream prom date.

When you finally do pull away, after what feels like an endless kiss., you're immediately embarrassed,"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, you're beautiful. Way to beautiful for me to resist anyways,"he smiles at you.

"Wait,"you bite your lip,"does that mean...?"

Mark winks at you,"Only if you want it to."

With that, you pull him in for another kiss,"I do."

"Damn, I picked the right girl,"he smiles to himself,"hey, after this, Jack is having a big sleepover, dates and all. Wanna come with me?"

You blush at the thought but happily nod,"Of course.

Part two coming ;)