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"Thanks so much for coming out here tonight! We will be having another panel tomorrow night, and I will have some special guests up here!!!" The red headed goofball shouts, running through the crowd one last time before coming backstage.

I laugh as he runs at me. He stops and sighs, groaning from all of the busy work.

"Looks like Markiplier shouldn't of had all that Moutan dew." I chuckle.

"Only an hour till we go to the hotel and relax!" He swoons, remembering all the snacks we stored for tonight.

"Not to mention the stash of marshmallows Wade brought, just sitting there, waiting for us..." I drool at the thought as we both laugh.

"Well, it looks like I need to go to the meet and greet!" He cheers, his brown eyes shining with anticipation.

I laugh, he has always loved his fans and he would do anything for them, he's not a selfish guy, he has the heart and soul and that's what everyone loves about him.

Once he finishes off the line, we finally get in the car and drive back to the hotel, while bob and mark have a argument of what game we should play when we get home.

"How about some super smash bros?" I blurt out, everybody nodding in agreement.

"Sure, as long as I get to play as captain falcon!" Bob protests.

"I'll play zero suit samus!" I cheer.

"Mario!!!!!!" Mark yells.

"Yoshi, I guess?" Wade tries to think of all the other characters, but his mind was flooded with thoughts of our pizza we just ordered.

We all pile into the hotel room and start our first round, nothing but yelling, drinking beer and eating and pizza. It all ended with the typical clean up, from marshmallows on the floor, to pizza sticking on the ceiling. Don't ask.

"We'll see you in the morning!" Bob an wade yawn as they exit the hotel room.

Mark lays in his bed from across the room while I use my twitter on my bed.

"Bout to guest star in marks panel tomorrow night, give us dares and questions so we can give you some of the funniest deets!" I mumble as I type.

I feel a pair of eyes watch me as I press the send button, already having thousands of comments reply to my post. I blush when I notice mark staring at me, quickly looking back at his own phone.

"Night dude!" I smile, turning off the lamp.

I wake up with a bead of sweat rolling down my forehead. I look at the clock to notice it was only 12:00 in the morning. I sigh and toss my head on the pillow once again, thinking about my nightmare. I've been having them for the pasts few days, and they've been getting worse.

"Ow..." I mumble to myself, holding my aching head.

I slowly stumble to the hotel porch and lean against the railing. I close my eyes and take in the cool night air. I jump and turn around as I hear the sliding door open.

"What are you doing out here?" Mark yawns, his messy hair sticking up all around the place.

"I-" I didn't want him to worry about my nightmares, he already had enough to worry about.

"I, just needed some fresh air, that's all" I smile and look at the sky again.

"I'll come to chill with you too, need a blanket?" He asks as I nod.

He comes back and hands me a blanket to wrap around myself. I thank him and watch as the car lights rush through the city like lightning bugs in the middle of the woods. I look at mark in the corner of my eye and notice how close he was to me. I blushed and slowly chuckle.

"What's so funny?" He asks.

"Nothing at all."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He laughs, tilting his head.

"Hey, I swear its nothing!" I giggle, punching him in the shoulder.

"Fine, dork!" He laughs back, making me tusk.

"Excuse me, but I'm not a mirror!" I snort, sticking out my tongue.

We laugh and decide to was time to get some rest. Once I step in the door, I accidentally trip on one of the wiiU controllers and fall. I squeal and hold my hands out, only to be caught by two muscular arms. I open my eyes and see his only a few inches away from mine. His sent smelt of dark wood and nachos, surprisingly the best mixture of smells I never thought would go good together.

"Uh..." Mark mumbles, helping me up and quickly scratching the back of his neck.

"T-thanks." I blush, twiddling with a strand of my hair.

We awkwardly go back to our own beds and fall asleep. I didn't have a nightmare this time, I didn't even have a dream.

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