Completely Off My Rocker

So...This Is A Thing?

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Omg girl, where do I start? Ily, and keep those comments rolling, they're appreciated. This chapters for you!

Now, the story continues...
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~Helen's POV~

"Mark."
"Mm?"
"Mark?"

I looked behind me and stifled a laugh.
Today had been a good day so far. On today, Mark and I had recorded a video with us playing Google Feud, which I was currently sitting in my "office" and editing. I had been sitting behind a computer screen for two hours already, and the dull office decor was boring me out of my mind.
Looking behind me, I stared at Mark, who was laying across two bean bags and scrolling through who knows what on his phone. "Mark?!" I giggled annoyingly. "I already did it." He mumbled back. I groaned; this guy.

I knew EXACTLY how to get his attention.

Turning away from him and towards the computer screen, mustering the most erotic moan that my body could manage.
I almost laughed at the sound of the phone slipping from Mark's hand and hitting the floor. "Yeah?" He said slowly, his feet padding across the floor towards me.
        I let out a laugh, "Now that I have your attention, tell me what you think of this edit." I pointed to the screen. It took a full three seconds for Mark to laugh. "That's awesome! Maybe I should replace Tyler with something much prettier..." He purred in my ear.
         "Suck my d***." I responded, never taking my eyes off of the computer screen. He filled the room with his musical laughter as he padded back to his bean bags and plopped down on his stomach. "My feelings are not hurt." he pouted. It was my turn to laugh. "Aww, poor baby." I said back.

         And that was how life was for me. Mark and I had been seeing a lot more of each other lately, and before I knew it, December had rolled around. But honestly...I was happy. Happy that Christmas was coming. Happy that I would see my friends. Happy that...
         I turned around. Mark was had his headphones, violently jamming out to whatever was coming from his playlist. We locked eyes, and it surprised me how fast he stopped. "What?" He have me a boyish, crooked smile as he took one headphone off his ear. I shook my head, and he resumed.
Oh, screw it. I'll admit it.

I was happy that Mark was there.

        Suddenly, I heard something hard hit the floor, followed by an "Oh, hey Mom!" I turned again to see Mark sitting up straight and smiling into the phone. "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming home for Christmas! You betcha!"
          I smiled and turned back to the computer; I loved how he interacted with his mother.

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure she'll come too!"

          I paused; she?
          "Mm Hmm, I still have to ask, but I'm excited for you to meet her," Mark said, peeking out of my curtains and blinding me with a sliver of light. Sorry, he mouthed. "Don't be sorry, be careful," I griped.
   
       I pretended like I'd been doing work the whole time as his conversation came to an end. "Yeah, I love you to Mom. Okay," he chuckled a little. "Alright, buh-bye." and he took the phone from his ear. Upon doing so, he flopped down face first on his bean bags, muffling a groan.
        "You okay over there?" I asked, opening up the software to make a thumbnail. I heard him roll over and stand, and then he walked over to me.

         Looking at the open software, he sat on my lap. "Eugh, you're heavy!" I squealed in delight. "Get up!" I laughed. He narrowed his eyes at me, smirking. "Okay."
        In a single movement, Mark dropped to the floor, taking me down with him. "A******," I smiled, punching him playfully in the chest. His eyes locked on mine, and I couldn't help but blush. "You know, you're really pretty," he said, his expression thoughtful. "I really like you're hair black; it's cute."

"Get your hand off my butt."

            "Well, I tried," he raised both his hands in defeat, both of us laughing. "Now why are we on the floor again?" I asked playfully. He kissed the tip of my nose and smiled. "ROMANCE!" he said in a faux Italian accent, which made me laugh even harder than the first time.
          He interrupted my laughing with a small kiss, kissing me deeper on the second and third times. Finally, I gave in to passion and pressed into him, rubbing my hands through his thick red hair. His hands felt firm on my waist, excitement tearing through my stomach and impatience searing through my chest as one hand slowly moved up, and the other slowly moved down.
          "Hey Hels? He whispered to me, taking a breath. I tried to hurry his hands to their destinations. "Yeah?" I moaned in his ear, feeling him shiver. This was it. The moment I'd been waiting for. It was really gonna happen.

"Come to Cincinnati with me."

Well, f***.
             I stopped. Abruptly. "What?" I asked, lifting myself up to wear I was sitting on his lap. He sat up too. "Cincinnati. I want you to come with me..." He smiled earnestly.
            "How come?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. He ruined my moment, and now he wants me to got to Cincinnati?

"I...want you to meet my mom."

             "You're mom?" I repeated. I started laughing, pulling myself up and stretching. "You're funny," I pinched his cheek. "I'm not kidding! I want you to meet her. For Christmas. Please!!" He pleaded, giving me the face Chica gives me when she wants an extra treat and Mark isn't looking.
           I sighed, my hands on my hips as I walked to the window. "The rules to bringing a person who is the opposite sex to meet parents during Christmas is that the person has to be very special."
            "Then what's stopping you?" I heard him say. I turned around; his face was sober, his eyes honest. I walked back towards him. "So...this," I gestured between him and I. "...this is a thing?" I asked.

He nodded.
He nodded.
He freaking NODDED.

          "SERIOUSLY?" I said a bit too loudly as he gave me a small laugh, nodding again.
            I didn't know how to feel. No guy was like that to me, no guy had ever wanted me to meet his parents. This was...amazing. "Okay," I smoothed a strand of hair behind my ear.
         He grabbed both my hands and smiled brightly. "Oh, Helen, that's great! I can't wait!" He said excitedly.
       "Now," Mark suddenly grabbed my forearms and spun me around, pinning me against the wall. "Let's not leave you hanging shall we?" He whispered, placing his hands on their intended destinations. I groaned.

"Oh, Mark."

~~Time Lapse~~

QuiteABigMisadventurer
       15 seconds ago

          Omg ya'll they should stop flirting and be together. All in favor of 'Melen' say aye!

            "And how many people said aye?" Mark laughed from the kitchen stove, the smell of dumplings filling my apartment. I rolled my eyes as I sat at the kitchen island. "Take a guess." I laughed.
          "Well that's certainly cute," Mark came over to me. "we have a ship name." Then he tapped the rip of my nose. "And its even confirmed."
             I smiled and stuck my tongue out at him playfully. "We should read fan fiction next time we collab." I suggested. He threw me a smile, then returned to his dumplings. Then, he froze. "What is it, Mark?" I asked, worried. He turned around slowly.

"What if the fans found out Melen was real?"

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Three days till Christmas!

Gosh golly its late. Enjoy my sleep deprived content!

Also, special thanks to QuiteABigFangirl for giving Helen and Mark a ship name. Now I don't have to make ups some random bullshiggity!

Also, the next updates for both my fan fictions will be on Christmas day, so look for some very special Christmassy updates!

Updates to come! But until then, keep on misadventuring. Bon voyage!

~Ty