This Is Real (A Markiplier Love Story)

Chapter Two

JackieBoy

Sofia's Point of View

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     Did I mention how much I wish I planned before coming here?

     I check the time. 12:00 AM. It's now a new day, I guess, and I still have no place to stay.

     Maybe there's a B&B that would take me in. I hope there's one near here.

     Sadly, Google Maps disagrees, saying that the closest one is 30 miles away, and without a car, it'd be impossible to get there.

     Rose tweets in her cage, still wide awake. Yawning, I find a nearby bench outside of a coffee shop and collapse onto it, setting her cage down. I open the little door, and she hops out, jumping on top of the bench happily. She flies up onto my shoulder, her beak messing with my hair.

     "Cut it out," I say, swatting her mouth away. She coos at me in distaste. "I'm already tired as it is. I don't need you messing with me."

     She tilts her head to the side, eyes sparkling with mischief. I shake my head, but she still leaps off my shoulder and onto my hand.

     "Seriously, stop it. I will put you back in your cage, you know." Hearing the c word, she goes back onto the bench, pouting.

     The coffee shop door swings open, and a girl rushes out and to her car. The smell of caffeine and baked treats fills the air, causing my stomach to growl in longing. If only I had some money I could use. I have to save up for a place to stay, though.

    I curl my knees up to my chest and sit my head on top of them. The muggy wind flows through my hair, and I pet Rose's wing gently. She nuzzles her neck into my palm, and I sigh.

     "Sofia?" I look up, and Mark, the same guy from earlier, walks up the street. "I didn't think I'd see you again."

     "I can say the same." I switch to a sitting position, and Rose squeaks in excitement as the visitor joins us once again.

     He eases himself down next to me.

     "Why are you out here so late? Shouldn't you be resting or something?"

     "Why are you out here so late?" I counter, and he grins.

     "Just finished making a video. I'm wide awake, so I might as well get myself an espresso and make another."

     Wait, a video?

     "What do you mean you just finished making a video?"

     His eyes widen, and he gives himself a face-palm.

    "Shit, I didn't tell you. I'm a YouTuber."

     YouTuber? Mark...

     HE'S MARKIPLIER?!

     The lightbulb finally goes off in my brain, and I gasp, finally understanding why he looked so familiar to me.

     My little sister absolutely adores Mark. She watches his videos every single day. She sometimes conned me into watching them with her, and I have to admit, I always ended up laughing my ass off. He's a comedian, I'll give him that.

     "I knew it!" I laugh, and Mark eyes me with amusement. "I could tell I knew you from somewhere."

     "A fan, I suppose?" He muses, resting his elbows on his knees.