Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

One

After school ended, you packed everything that you needed into your backpack before zipping it closed and closing your locker. You put your backpack over your shoulders and started to head to the library, the place where you always went after school.

As you were walking to the library, you looked around and noticed a familiar pink haired, glasses and flower crown wearing figure right next to you.
"Oh, hi Mark. I didn't see you there."
He seemed startled when you spoke to him and he hurriedly pulled out his dry erase marker from his pocket.
Yeah, I've been walking with you for a little bit. I'm going to the library.
"Really? That's where I'm going too."
Cool. Hey, do you mind if I sit with you? I'm usually lonely whenever I go to the library and it'd be nice to actually have some company for once.
"No, I don't mind at all. I'm usually lonely too."
Do you go to the library often?
"Yeah, I go there every single day after school for the most part."
I do too. I wonder why I've never seen you there.
You shrugged. "Maybe we just sit in different places."
That could be it.

*****

"I'm going to fail the Chemistry test I have tomorrow." You pulled your Chemistry textbook from your backpack and placed it down on the table. "I really don't even know why I'm even attempting to study for it."
I have a Chemistry test tomorrow too. Maybe we could study together?
"Yeah, maybe we'll actually end up helping each other out." You sighed as you opened the textbook and began flipping through the pages in an attempt to find the chapter you were looking for. "After this year's over, it'll be senior year and then I'll be able to graduate and get the hell out of this place."
You're a junior too?
You nodded.
You seem so eager to graduate.
"I am." You found the chapter you were looking for and stopped flipping the pages. "I won't have to deal with my parents anymore."
What about your siblings?
"Oh, I'm an only child."
I have an older brother.
"Lucky you. Being an only child sucks."
Yeah, lucky me...
Mark hid his dry erase board quickly after he wrote that but he hadn't hid it quick enough so that you couldn't see.
"When am I ever going to use any of this information?" You asked as you started reading over the chapter. You had also wanted to change the subject.
Well, maybe you'll use it in whatever you want to do when you graduate.
You sighed. "I don't know what I want to do after I graduate. All I know is that I want to go to college. I have no idea where the hell I want to go to college, but I really want to go."
I'm sure you'll figure it out.
"I have to figure it out before I graduate because my parents want me to move out when that time comes around."
That seems a little unfair. My parents said that I can stay until I'm twenty-one as long as I'm going to college. That's what my brother's doing right now. He's in his senior year of college and after he graduates, he's going to move to a place out of state.
"Are you going to miss him?"
As Mark was erasing what he had previously written on his dry erase board, he adjusted his flower crown, which had started to fall off his head. His flower crown had white lilacs on it and you knew that they were fake the moment you looked at them. When Mark turned his head for a moment, you noticed that there was a single red daisy. You wondered why it was there when every other flower was a white lilac. It just seemed so odd and out of place.
Oh, of course I'm going to miss him. He's my older brother. Why wouldn't I miss him?
"I don't know." You shrugged. "Sometimes people really aren't close with their siblings."
Well, Tom, that's my older brother's name, and I are really close. We've been close for as long as I can remember. When we were younger, we used to go exploring out in the woods that were behind my house and when we weren't out in the woods, we were inside playing video games together. It was really fun.
Mark had written smaller so that he could fit everything he wanted to say without having to erase everything and start writing again.
You smiled as you read everything Mark had written. "That's really awesome. But didn't you say earlier that you weren't that lucky to have a sibling." You frowned after you had realized that.
A nervous look fell on his face as he quickly erased everything. He placed his dry erase marker down on his dry erase board but quickly took it off, leaving behind a tiny purple dot. He put the marker down on the board and reached into his pocket. A moment later, he pulled out his phone and you watched as his eyes moved across the screen as if he were reading something. After a few moments passed of him doing that, he started typing really fast. It blew you away just how fast he could type. Then again, he had long fingers while you had short fingers. It didn't help that you also had tiny hands. Short fingers and tiny hands weren't exactly a good combination for typing fast. Well, in your case at least.
I gotta go. My dad's here to pick me up.
"Oh." You felt a bit sad that he had to go. "Okay. Well, I'll see you tomorrow right?"
Mark nodded as he erased what he had previously written with his hand. He then packed his Chemistry textbook in his backpack and zipped his backpack closed once he had placed it in there. He then put his backpack over both of his shoulders and put the cap over his dry erase marker as he grabbed his dry erase board.
"We didn't even study for our Chemistry test." You joked, laughing a little.
Mark smiled and gave you a small wave with his free hand before he walked out of the library. You watched him leave until he got into a white car and disappeared from your sight. You sighed and looked back down at your Chemistry book. You had enjoyed getting to learn some things about Mark. He seemed like he was a really interesting person. You didn't think he was strange like many others seemed to. Sure, was it a bit odd that he wore a flower crown? Well, of course it was. That's not something you typically see a guy wearing. But you thought the fact that Mark wore a flower crown to be odd and different, but in a good way of course.
After all, being normal is boring.