I'm fine (Sequel to I'm bored) //Markiplier Fanfic\\

Eighteen

Mark

"Ok! Next item on the list!" I said excitingly as I plopped myself on the couch next to Alex, causing her to bounce a bit. I giggled, like a man, as I took another bite of my candy bar. Butterfingers. Yum!

"Umm." She said quietly as her eyes scanned the small piece of paper with exotic places to visit. And by exotic I mean 'go to the bean in Chicago'. But it's sounds exotic to me.

She grabbed my candy bar, without looking away from the paper, and took a bite while she continued to look over the places we wanted to go to in the short span of two months; that is until she stoped and pointed to something.

"Can we visit the arch in St. Louis?" She asked as she turned toward me. I looked over her shoulder and grabbed my butterfingers back. I nodded, taking a bite of the yummy candy.

"Sure. Sounds fun." I said with a soft smile and kissed her temple. "You want me to invite jack?" She nodded.

"Go for it sexy." She chuckled as I got up and started to walk away with a sway of my hips.

"You think I'm sexy." I sang as I walked down the hall to jacks room. I knocked slightly and waited until I heard his thick Irish accent telling me to come in. I opened he door, it creaking slightly due to the old hinges.

"I'll call you later." He said as he closed his laptop with a last goodbye. He was probably talking to that girl back home. He is head over heels for her. "What's up man?"

"You wanna come to St. Louis with me and al?" I asked while leaning against his door frame. He thought for a second before nodding.

"F--- yeah!"

"Alright. Pack your crap we're gonna be leaving in an hour." I said. He laughed slightly as I turned around and walked down the hall to me and Al's room. I made a quick pit stop and grabbed the stuff we needed from the bathroom. Tooth brushes, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, ect.

"Jack said he would like to go." I said as i shove the stuff I grabbed into the bag ally was already packing. I then grabbed some of my clothes from my closet and threw those in the bag too.

"Neato." She said grabbing her makeup bag and a pair of shoes.

"Neato?" I asked sarcastically. She chuckled. "This isn't the eighties."

"Sarcasm markimoo." She warned. I rose my hands in surrender.

"Sorry mommy." I chuckled, walking up to her and wrapping myself around her waist. I held her close as I swayed back and forth, humming a soft tune. My eyes roamed her face, finally looking in her eyes. Her beautiful eyes. It's sad to think that in two short months I won't be able to look at her and see the eyes that make me melt looking back. I won't even be able to find her. She'll just be gone.

Her hands glided up my arms and shoulders and began playing with the hairs in the nape of my neck. I love it when she does that. I've said it before and I'm gonna say it again. She makes me melt. The way her fingers dance around my skin. It makes my stomach ache with butterflies and makes me dizzy almost.

The smile I had when I pulled her close fell and I quickly pulled her in for a tight hug; I held her so tight, almost like I thought she was going to disappear any second. In a way she kind if is disappearing. And I don't what that. I wanted her to stay here with me forever. To grow old with me.

"I love you, al."

"I love you too, mark."

A/N: pure cheesy crap but oh well...

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