Dark Side - A Markiplier Fanfic

Chapter Nine

CHAPTER NINE

After Christmas had actually been okay, I had hope that things wouldn’t be too bad. However, I wasn’t really sure what to think by the end of the day after Christmas. It was an…eventful day, for me anyways, and the fun started early. As early as 9, when I got up, to be exact.

I had been laying in bed since 8:30, just tossing and turning, hoping that I could go back to sleep. It didn’t work out, though, so I decided I might as well get up. When I did, I grabbed clothes and headed to the bathroom to take a shower right away. I was never truly comfortable and happy in the morning until I had showered, because I usually felt gross when I woke up. When I got to the shower, however, I realized that Mark was into the idea of a morning shower too. He was standing in the bathroom shaving in nothing but a towel. Now, I had seen him in a towel a few days earlier, but due to the fact that I was trying to escape at the time plus he had his back turned, I didn’t even pay attention to his body. But this time it was a different story.

I had seen how good of a body Mark had before, in his videos and even an old live stream during which he took off his shirt for his fan girls. This was in person, though. His abs, his muscular arms, his v-lines, they were all right in front of me. And the worst part was that I just stood there and stared at him for a moment, even when he noticed I was there. How embarrassing for me.

“Do you need the bathroom?” he asked, continuing to shave.

“I, uh..” Did I need the bathroom? Yes, I think that was why I had come this way.

“I’ll be done in a minute and then you can have it.”

“Kay.” I awkwardly speed walked to the living room and tossed my clothes onto the couch next to me. I hoped that some TV show would get the image out of my head so I wouldn’t act like such a fan girl. New Girl reruns. That should work. But, of course, Mark interrupted, still in only a towel.

“You can use the bathroom now, if you still need it. Sorry about that,” he said.

“Okay, thanks.” I snatched my clothes and hurried into the shower, eager to get away from him. At least if I needed to fan girl now, he wouldn’t be around to see it.

Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. Mark played with my emotions all day. He did random things that had a huge effect on me due to the fact that I was interested in him. In the kitchen, he got close enough to me while walking past me to the point that his hand brushed up against mine accidentally. Or at least, I thought it was accidentally. As the day went on, I wasn’t so sure. It seemed like he was doing things on purpose. I suspected that he knew I had a giant crush on him. He stood and sat closer to me than he usually did all day. But that wasn’t even the worst of it.

That night, it was especially cold. For a winter in Ohio, it had been pretty warm since I had been there. However, the temperatures finally dropped significantly and it even snowed. Because of that, it was colder in the apartment than usual. It was really cold, actually. I had resorted to snuggling up with a blanket on the living room couch with a cup of coffee so I could actually be warm. Then Mark, who was wearing a short sleeved t-shirt in his extra chilly home, asked if I would share the blanket because he was cold too. He owned plenty of blankets, I knew it. He also had a million warmer shirts and hoodies. But no. He decided that he needed me to share my blanket.

I didn’t say no to him, though. I nodded, and I gave up some of it. He moved closer to me so he could soak up not only heat from the blanket, but my body heat as well, probably. Even though the coffee and blanket had warmed me up, a chill ran through me when he joined me under the blanket. I officially believed that he was just messing with me at that point. He had to notice that his actions were affecting me. I wasn’t being subtle anymore. I couldn’t be subtle. And for that reason, I only shared the blanket with him for a few minutes before I stammered that I was tired and left him alone on the couch.

It was only nine pm. He had to know I wasn’t that tired, but I didn’t care. I stayed in my room watching TV on my own until I did get tired enough to fall asleep. Before I drifted off, I remember being relieved that I didn’t have to deal with the purposeful tricks Mark was playing on me for the rest of the night, but I was so wrong. He continued to mess with me in my dreams.

When I fell asleep, I found myself on the couch with Mark again. Except this time, he wrapped his arms around me. He kissed my cheek, then my neck, and I realized he suddenly wasn’t wearing a shirt. Oh great, the events of the day had been twisted and gone to worse levels in this dream. That was just what I needed. Luckily for me, I realized it was a dream and I woke up before anything could go really wrong. My TV was still on, and I saw that it was only ten. I had fallen asleep quickly and dreamed quickly. Luckily for me, I was able to distract myself with TV before I could fall asleep again.

Mark’s P.O.V.

Claire liked me. I knew she did. I had been suspecting that she might after the bathroom incident in the morning, so I decided to do a little experiment during the rest of the day. There was no doubt that she was feeling something every time I got close to her. It had been fun messing with her, honestly, even though it was sort of an evil thing for me to do. Yet I still decided that I would continue the experiment the next day. Why? I didn’t really know. I had already gotten my answer. My hypothesis had been proven right. Maybe I was just enjoying it too much. Maybe I was continuing it not to be mean, but because I didn’t mind “accidentally” touching her or being so close to her. Maybe.

Sorry that this was another short chapter. Hopefully the next one will be longer. As always, comment and vote if you enjoyed.