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Imagine one: Singing Together

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I sat in my living room. Grabbed my Ukele and started strumming the cords to Everything's alright.

"Shorts steps, deep breaths." I sang, looking down.

"Everything's alright.." I sung looking into the camera.

~

I ended the video and after sending it to my brother, Ethan to edit I uploaded it.

After about two weeks I got an email from a man named Markiplier.

Dear Eliza,
                     Hello, my name is Mark and your brother: Ethan is my editor. He showed me your video a while back and convinced him to give me your email.

    I was wondering if you would like to move into the "iplier house" with my buddy Tyler, your brother and me. If so, email me back and maybe we can do a cover once you get here.

~

I looked at the screen and searched on Google;

Markiplier.

A few images showed and a YouTube channel. I clicked on it and watched his latest video; Disco Discomfort.

After about ten minutes I was laughing my butt off. Once I saw Ethan in the blue leather shirt I texted him;

Eliza:
Lol. Nice leather shirt, Ethan! XD

Ethan:
What do you mean?

Eliza:
Im watching Mark's video on Disco Discomfort. XD

Ethan:
Oh man..

~

I packed the last of my shirts into my suitcase. I dragged it into my friend Avery's car who is also coming along with me to California.

We finally got to the Main Airport and found our gate: gate 27.

Avery is younger than me. We met on the bus on the way to school, she was in seventh grade and I was a freshman in highschool. She was in the same class as my brother Ethan. She's had a crush on him ever since eighth grade.

She smiled a warm smile at me as we were in the line to the gate.

Soon we made it on the plane and we both fell asleep after a while of talking and reading books.

~

Eliza:
We just landed!! Where you is?

Ethan:
We just parked.

Eliza:
Okay! =•-•=

~

"Hello, nice to meet you in person, Eliza." Mark says.

I blush. I smile at him and nod.

"Yeah, to be honest it was a little weird when you sent me that email, glad to know your not a axe murderer." I said. Mark laughed.

"She watched the Disco Discomfort video, Mark. My brother; Ethan said to Mark.

Mark looked at me. "Oh really, I saw your video too. You have a good voice." Mark said.

I turned to look at Avery who was hiding behind her suitcase.

"Avery! How are you doing? I haven't seen you since senior year!" Ethan said giving Avery a hug.

Avery started turning red. I laughed at her and she gave me the death glare. Mark went beside me and saw what I was laughing at.

"I totally ship them." Mark whispered to me. I chuckled and whispered back, "Definitely."

~

Mark and I were in the front with Ethan and Avery in the back.

"You said there was another guy.. I think his name was Tyler?" I questioned no one in general.

"Oh, yesterday he took a flight to go meet friends." Mark said, his eyes glued to the road.

~ Two months pass ~

"Mark we need to upload the cover we promised both of our fanbases." I said going into Mark's room.

~

I looked at Mark and he tapped his foot against the floor.

I sung the first verse while looking at Mark.

He smiled and sung the next verse.  We kept singing, now looking at each other. We were now singing.. together.

Mark looked at me. I looked in his chocolate eyes and he stared in my hazel ones.

The orbs of his eyes, glistened in the rooms natural lighting. He put his hand on my cheek and I looked down.

He lightly kisses my lips and let go. Our foreheads now together.

"I love you." Mark said in my ear.

I felt his warm breath on my back. We were now hugging. The music in the background still playing.

"I- love you too." I said, kissing him, our lips moved in sync.

I covered the camera and ended the video.

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Make sure to put your requests in the first chapter titled; Request Page. Put your thoughts or my spelling errors in the comments of this chapter.

xx

Eliza

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 09, 2017 ⏰

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