Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

Three

"Who the hell is that?" Derek rolled down the window to his truck and pointed to Mark. It was after school the next day and he had arrived to pick you up like he had promised.
"That's Mark. I met him the other day. He wanted to hang out with me today but I told him that we were already hanging out but that he could hang out with us. The more the merrier, right?"
Derek sighed. "Yeah, I suppose. Get in you two."
You looked back at Mark. "You can get in the back and I'll sit in the front. By the way, that guy named Derek."

"What is he wearing?" Derek whispered to you after you and Mark had got in and after he had started driving. "And what the hell happened to his face?"
"It's a flower crown." You whispered back. "And I'd rather not get into what happened. Can we not gossip about him when he's sitting right behind us and can more than likely hear everything that we're saying?"
You glanced through the rear view mirror and saw that Mark was looking down at the floor with a sad look on his face.
"Perk up back there pretty boy." Derek happened to glance in the rear view mirror right when you did and also happened to see what Mark was doing. "We aren't saying anything bad about you. I was just asking (Y/N) about your flower crown."
"Pretty boy? Derek, he has a name."
"I know. His name is Mark." He added on to what he was saying after you hadn't replied, "What? Did you think I forgot or something?"
"No. It's just that that sounds like a really degrading nickname."
Actually, I like it. But no one's allowed to call me that for reasons that I'd rather not get into. I just wanted you guys to know that I don't think of it as a degrading nickname.
"You could've just said all of that. You didn't have to write it all down."
You resisted to urge to facepalm right then and there. "Derek, he's mute. And before you ask, mute means that he doesn't talk. In his case, he chooses not to speak rather than being unable to. Is that right Mark?" You hadn't considered that instead of choosing not to speak, he might actually not be able to because of a speech disorder or something along those lines.
Mark nodded.
"Why don't you talk Mark?" Derek asked the pink haired boy.
You didn't resist facepalming this time. However, you did resist punching Derek in the arm.
"Don't ask him that you little shit." You whispered to Derek. "He probably has a personal reason. Are you trying to upset him?"
Derek sighed as he turned into Troy's driveway. "Never mind Mark. You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."
Mark only slightly nodded in response.

*****

"Mark, I'm so sorry about Derek." You whispered to the flower crown wearing boy once you, him, and Derek were all inside of Troy's house. "I had no idea he would ask of those questions. I guess I should've told him about you in advance so that he wouldn't have asked anything."
It's okay. You have no need to apologize.
"I feel like I have to though." You continued to whisper. "I don't want any bad memories that you're trying so hard to forget being brought back to you by someone saying something. Trust me when I say that I know how that feels."
(Y/N), stop feeling bad. I'm okay.
"Are you sure?"
Yes, I'm one-hundred percent sure.
"Okay..." You were still reluctant about the whole thing. You really got the feeling that Mark hadn't wanted to tag along with Derek and you to begin with and had only done so because he wanted to spend time with you since you seemed to be the only person who didn't treat him like a punching bag.

"Are you fucking shitting me right now?"
You looked up to see who had just spoken and you saw Tom looking directly at Mark. Mark also looked up and upon seeing Tom, he hid his face with his dry erase board.
"Mark? Little bro, What the hell are you doing here?"
I'm here with (Y/N). Mark's hand shook as he wrote and a nervous look fell across his entire face. What are you doing here?
"What am I doing here?!" Tom snapped as if Mark had asked him the dumbest question a person could ever ask him. "I'm here hanging out with my friends! You aren't supposed to be here! You're supposed to be at home drawing or whatever the hell it is that you do!"
You could see that tears were starting to form in Mark's eyes. I didn't know that you would be here Tom. But if I did know, I can assure you that I wouldn't have shown up.
"Well, now you know that I'm here, it's time for you to go."
That's when you decided to get involved. "Tom, don't be mean to your brother like that. If he wants to stay, let him."
Tom let out a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "He doesn't need to fall victim to the life that everyone else in this house has fallen victim to."
What do you mean Tom? Mark looked up at his older brother with concern in his eyes. The tears were still there and if he dared to blink even the slightest, they would spill out onto his cheeks.
Tom sighed again but this time, the sigh was one of sadness rather than frustration. "You don't need to know. Well, actually, you don't want to know. You'll tell Mom and then she'll have a breakdown right then and there and then you'll tell Dad and he'll proceed to get super pissed."
Tom, it's so obvious that you need help. Tell me what's wrong. I want to help you.
Tom apparently had been holding back tears along with Mark because he broke down crying at the moment, his knees hitting the floor and his hands folding on top of each other. "I can't little bro. I just can't. You need to go. Don't end up like me. Please, just go."
Fine, if that's what you want. Mark wrote the slowest you've ever seen him write and he stood up even slower than he wrote, making it obvious that he was hesitant to walk on Tom.
"Mark, I'll go with you so you don't have to be alone." You stood up and saw him quickly erasing what he had taken so much time to write.
Thank you.