My Heartthrob

Missing you

(Edit by Markiplierig) (Some lewdness in this, but nothing too lewd)

*5 years ago*

"Hey Mark." The fresh looking college student turned to face me as he was packing up to head out to campus.

"Hey there, Amy." He greeted back in his cheerful manor. "What brings you here?"

I giggled. "Well, that's easy. I came to say goodbye since you're going off to University."

"I'm actually glad you stopped by, I have something for you." My eyes brightened as he dug into his back pocket.

"Aaawww, for me? You shouldn't have."

He grinned and pulled out a little scrap of paper, handing it over to me. I took it from his outstretched hand and examined it. It was a glittery green alien face stuck to the tiny white sheet I held in my grasp.

"Oh, a sticker."

"Yeah, I got it out of one of those machines at the convenience store. I know how much you love aliens."

"Nice to know you spent a whole 25 cents getting this." I giggled teasing him.

"Hey now." He chuckled. "Think of it as a little momentum to remember me by since I'll be gone."

I smiled and pocketed the alien sticker. "Awww, but you will promise to stay in contact right?"

He nodded, "Of course. But, in the meantime, make sure you hold onto that." He gestured to the sticker poking out of my pants pocket. "So, even when we can't talk you will still have something to remember me by."

"Thanks so much Mark, I hope you have fun at college." I giggled.

"I hope you have fun with high school." He paused with a smile. "But, promise you will keep that sticker with you?"

I nodded and lifted my hand, forming a fist and pointing my index finger out. "Let's pinky swear on it."

He chuckled and sighed, holding up his own outstretched pinky.

"I promise." I nodded as our two pinky fingers laced.

*Present day*

I gazed at the now faded sticker that I kept in my wallet for years, lost in thought.

It was a couple years before I spoke to him again, and the glow-up was real. Five o clock shadow shaded his more elongated, chiseled jaw line, stubble lined his face and his hazel eyes looked more deep and serene. His muscular build was more defined and sculpted against the tight T-shirts he wore, he had also grown out the faux hawk and, as I later found for charity purposes, he dyed the top of his hair light pink for his now massively growing fanbase on YouTube™.

When I knew Mark in high school, he was a bubbly goofball with simple boyish features; he looked cute, even adorable. But, every time I look at him after we started talking again, I felt like my ovaries were aching, I think they still do to this very day. In a matter of a couple years, he went from sweet, baby boy to hot, sexy man.

I knew it was not healthy to lust after a guy six years my senior, but there was something more that attracted me to him. He never once lost sight of that gentle, kind hearted and caring demeanor he had for everyone, friends, family, fans, even though fans are technically complete strangers, he showed everyone the same loving compassion. It's his loveable soul and that goofball charm he still had that really pulled me in. While most devilishly handsome guys like him, are full on deuchebags, Mark was different. Mark has the warm compassion of an angel, though he wasn't a perfect angel, he's perfect for me.