If Ye Had A Chance To Change Yer Fate... Would Ye? (PROBABLY GONNA CHANGE LATER)

Dreaming.

When I heard a buzz, I pouched on my phone like a lion to its prey.

Did Mark actually answer me back? Already? I waited probably 5 minutes before I heard the buzzing notification noise my phone made.

I quickly looked at my phone, praying to God that it wasn't someone else texting me. And for my mysterious luck, it was Mark!

"New Message From: Markiplier
G-mod sounds great! I've played it before, and it's really fun. When r u free?"

Jesus fuckin Christ. The actual Markiplier is talking to me... And he actually wants to play a game together. Okay... I'm not going to freak out this time... but it's REALLY hard not to, since this is actually fuckin Mark!

After I chill the fuck out, I text him back.

But... Ooh, I don't want to sound TOO eager, y'know? Would saying, "my schedule is pretty flexible. Whenever you're free is definitely best!" sound too... available?

I'm not fuckin dating the damn guy, so why do I care so much? Goddamn.

I text back:
"My schedule is pretty flexible. Anytime would be fine, really."

He texted me back, not even 2 minutes after I sent my response.

Mark
"Ah, cool! I'm free right about now."

Jack
"Okay, cool! I'll hop on then!:D"

Mark
"Awesome! :)"

It was an incredibly short conversation, but I cherished every part of it. I wonder if he felt the same? Why else would he have contacted me if he really didn't like my content? How many videos of mine did he see? How did he even find my channel? I had all of these questions going through my mind, running around everywhere like a 5 year old who had one too many juice boxes. Maybe he'll tell me during our game? I sure hope it goes well, though. I look up to him so much... I'd really hate it if I screwed it up. But if I did, it wouldn't be a first to the many things I screwed up already in my life.

....

The game lasted a good hour or so. And I must say, playing G-Mod with Mark was surprisingly extremely fun! It was surprising because I'd managed to stay cool and collective during the entire game! Well... Thats how it looked when I played back the video I recorded, anyway. He seemed to have a ton a fun too! At least, I hope he did.

When we started the game, I was so nervous. I don't know why, though, because Mark is just like any other dude. The nervousness quickly faded once my common sense kicked in.

We dicked around a lot. We blew eachother up loads of times, which was super hilarious. We even built a "rocket," if you will, out of a bathtub and some boosters! It was hella fun, much more enjoyable then when I play games all by myself... Everyday... But that's besides the point. The point is; I had fun. So much fun, and it was with someone who gave me shitloads of entertainment daily. I still can't believe that I was in a video with Markiplier! It's still so crazy. I still think I'm dreaming, and I'm still convinced that I probably had one too many cigs. This cannot be real. I don't think I'll ever forget this day.

After the game I texted him a big ol' thanks and I told him how much I appreciated him, not caring how it made me seem. He told me again that he really liked my videos, and thought my accent was cool. Which I found that extremely flattering! Ugh, I wish I could've spoken to him for longer. But, as the busy guy he was, he had to go. I assumed he had to go edit the video, or make a new one.

....

It's been a few hours since I've smoked a cigarette, but usually I would smoke to get my mind off of something. I definitely didn't need to get my mind off of anything that happened today. Today was just too perfect to be true. I'm still waiting to wake up. Though it was tempting, I decided not to light a cig today. I'd managed to quit smoking before, and shit, was it hard. I used these nicotine patches that suppressed that urge to even go near a lighter. It really worked out well for me, for quite some time. That is, until I fell down my spiraling hole of sadness once again. I wasn't happy anymore. Even watching Marks videos didn't help me with what I was feeling. It was really bad, and smoking was my only escape route (Or, at least, it felt like it.) But today, I seriously really didn't feel like smoking again, so I went to my bathroom and opened the cabinet to get one of my patches. Slapped it on my arm, and went off to my cave where I'd be editing the video of Mark and I for the next few hours.

I still couldn't believe what had happened today... It really seemed like a huge blurr, and none of it felt real. But I'm just so glad I have it all on video.