Then *Poof* You Were There: A Markiplier fiction #Wattys2014

Chapter 6: Draw My Life

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I dropped Mark off at his hotel around four which was perfect. He was leaving the next day but I was leaving that evening. Luckily we had exchanged phone numbers and emails to keep in touch before we said goodbye for this time.

That was about two months ago and there hasn't been a day where we didn't text each other. I had my own YouTube channel too and he agreed to play some games with me. It didn't exactly increase the amount of subscribers I had but I didn't really care at that point. My fans were there for me not for him and I was 100% fine with it. 1000 is okay right? It was still fun to play with him though, and it always felt unreal.

It felt like it was a dream; a fiction story written out where I was the female protagonist and he the leading male. The love interest. So far there was no antagonist and I was not willing to look for one. I know, of course, that any sane female would be making google eyes at Mark if they saw him for the first time, not knowing how goofy and nerdy he truly was. But that was the man I lo-er, admired. I fell for the crazy lunatic he truly is; a man with a heart so big I was amazed at how it wasn't busting out of his ears! The mere fact that such a man exists and is my friend only adds to my nervous stomach every day and my aching brain thinking this isn't real.

Lindsay walked into our room with nothing but a towel wrapped around her head. Even though she wasn't the nicest person to be around, it was impossible not to be jealous at her beauty. Her hair was a sun kissed blonde and she had a light golden tan to go with it. Her eyes were the color of the sea and her body screamed "goddess". Of course her eyes yelled nothing but hate every way the were pointed, especially when the point of interest (or distaste) was me. But then again, I could never compete with her. My stringy purple hair wasn't as long as hers, was faded almost a ghostly lavender, and was always falling out, probably from all the bleach it took. My eyes were such a dark brown, they looked black unless I stood in the sunlight. And my skin? Covered in scars and recovering teenage acne? Yeah it had a natural tan to it but it wasn't as rich as hers, even though its probably sprayed on. I'm not overweight fat, but I could stand to lose a couple pounds. She was tall model-thin and I was average Annie. Whilst I sat on my bed every night watching youtube, making videos, snacking on what I had in my own mini fridge, she was at the gym working out and eating salads for every meal. She wore the latest in civil fashion, and I wore whatever I could find at any department store, which results in a gothic rocker grungy city-slicker kind of look. I loved that part, but the rest I could be ashamed for I guess.

She didn't bother to look at me as she threw on a sexy green lingerie get up and walked down the hallway, returning a few minutes later with a white blouse and blue denim booty shorts.

"I thought you'd be at your nerd lecture today, miss always-goes-to-class," she snorted as she fixed her wavy hair into a high ponytail.

"Professor said to take the day off to work on our projects. And since when do you care whether I'm here or there?"

"I don't. It's just scary to see you still in your lamo pajamas at this time of day." I glanced at my oversized Nightmare Before Christmas shirt and black pj pants that were a tad bit too big with rainbow penguins. It was better than her granny nightgown that's for sure!

Lindsay fixed her face, grabbed her book bag, and slammed the door shut behind her without another word. I took this alone time to quickly finish a scene on Maya I was doing for my channel and then snap chatted Mark, hoping he was awake by now. One stupid face and a couple minutes later, my phone "poofed" and a stupid face reply blew up my phone. "Mornin' gorgeous!" it read.

We snapped all morning making faces that ranged from moronic to sexy and even a mix of the two. I finally got the project done and was done with homework for the day! On Fridays I only had my animation lecture to attend to in the morning, so it was an easy day usually. I decided to take my sketch pad and draw in the square of the campus for a while.

I found my longboard underneath my bed and changed I to some decent clothes. It was still winter and frosty flurries still fell from the clouds a bit, too cold for rain but not enough for real snow. A dress with leggings for warmth and coolness at the same time, long sleeved shirt underneath, and my platform boots made for a crazy outfit which I adored. A single layer of makeup and a scarf around my neck happened before I gathered what supplies In my bag I needed and headed out the front door.

In the land of gray and in some cases white, I was the black lamb, the misfit of it all, gliding down the sidewalks and streets on an ill-fitting tiki board. You'd think it'd be hard to maneuver it with my kind of shoes but in all actuality it wasn't.

I got to the square and set up my area. The same area I always used when I came to draw. The wind had picked up a little more, but it and I went a long way back so it didn't hit me as much as it could. I clipped the ends of my paper to the pad and kept the rest of my supplies in my bag. With the power of my mp3 turned on, headphones secured on my head, and a .5 mechanical pencil in my hand, I delve myself into my own made up world.

At least an hour went by, but who knows how long I was really out there, and my phone started buzzing, startling me.

"Hello?" I forgot to check who it was.

"Hey there Dino. What's shakin'?"

"Mark! Hey, not much. I'm actually just doodling a bit."

"Oh really? And what exactly are you drawing?" I quickly thought of a lie, since I was actually drawing one of the pictures we took together while we were on the boat ride.

"There's a guy sleeping on a bench and I'm drawing that."

"Haha are you sure? Its not a picture of us is it?"

"Pssh no way! Come on why would I draw us? That's no fun!"

"Well," in an instant his voice echoed next to my ear. "What I see is a beautiful start to a drawing of us." I turned around and saw the grinning face of my Ohio friend.

"Oh my god Mark!" I screamed immediately jump-hugging him, my paper falling to the ground and bag contents spilling out a bit. All he did was laugh and squeeze me right back, then let go to help pick up my things.

We walked over to the nearby Starbucks to warm up, since my hands were almost frosted over and he had been walking around trying to find me. Inside it smelled of coffee and fire, that last part because there was a fireplace going in the corner where a couple hipsters sat at tables with their laptops or books. We sat on a couch in the lounge after getting our own drinks and spilled the latest news of our lives.

As I caught up with my friend I couldn't help but admire just how much more handsome he had become. His face was clean shaven, his hair still messy but trimmed neatly, his teeth somehow whiter than I remembered. He also seemed a bit thinner as if he had been working out. But he still looked like him, and he was a true piece of art.

"What're looking at, Dino?" I snapped out of it and looked down at my drink.

"Nothing. I was just thinking." A sip of warm liquid burned my throat and I almost spilled.

"What were you thinking about?"

"So how was your trip here?"I didn't want him knowing he was on my mind all the time. That could put a damper on our current relationship.

"Oh, uh, good. Slept most of the time but good." An awkward silence fell between us for a little while. I was still sipping my cup and trying to get it to cool down when Mark held my drawing pad in my face. "Show me your stuff." He made a crooked smile until I took it from his hands, which then turned to a happy grin.

Complete and incomplete drawings filled every page. Most were colored in but some were left in pencil. My own characters were the stars of most papers but the last one was no where close to done.

"This was what you were working on outside huh?" He stared deeply into his own cartoonish eyes and air-traced every stroke of his hair. The brief outline for myself was on the other half and he smiled when he transferred his attention to it. But it was a different smile, like I'd never seen before. As if he were looking at someone he loved. But that was crazy talk! He glanced back up to me and gave me the most inspiring words I'd ever heard.

"This sucks. I know you can do better."