Too awkward for a Youtube romance

Chapter 4: A date... Yet not.

You sit in the passenger seat of Mark's car, some music playing quietly from the radio. You wonder if he turned it down for you or if he just listens to his music low but you get distracted from the thought as your eyes scan the interior, resisting the urge to press the many buttons on the dash. Mark starts pulling out then glances at you.

"I had the same look on my face when I first got in, sadly most the buttons don't do anything cool, EXCEPT this one!" He says pushing a button. You wait for something to happen and don't notice anything till your butt and back start getting warm. You smile wide and look at him, a goofy smile on his lips. 'God his smile is gorgeous' You catch yourself thinking and blush.

"My brother has these in his car! I love seat warmers!" You giggle shuffling against the seat, it was cold enough outside for them to be useful.

"Me too! I just love warm buns" He says the last part through a laugh causing you to smile at him while biting your lip. On the ride you decide to go to starbucks, cause despite you never wanting to come off as a "basic white girl" you just can't help your love of Starbucks. Idle chatter fills the car until you pull up to the coffee shop.

You both get drinks, yours a nice warm mint chocolate latte, and him a double shot espresso, and sit down.

"So you probably know a lot about me but I know nothing about you" Mark smiles. You blush as you sip at your latte.

"I-i don't really... Um I am kinda just a normal girl, I like anime, video games, duh, I like to draw but I don't really think I am that good at it..." You pause thinking of more things to talk about. "Yep, that's pretty just me..."

Mark chuckles and nods "interesting, interesting hmm... What games do you like to play? Are you more of a rpg gal, maybe first person shooter? Or are you into Horror?" He rests his head on his hands watching you intently. You smile and shake your head.

"Definitely not horror, my heart races just watching you play those games, when I play them, especially alone, I make myself sick" you blush at admitting this but continue "I really like rpgs, and to be honest anything I can be a girl in or customize my character in. Though I don't turn down fps' cause they are great" you continue to ramble about videos games without realizing it, mark staring at you, a small smirk on his face. The look makes your face go red and you look away.
"Sorry I was rambling haha" he chuckles at you and you feel more embarrassed.

"It's really nothing to be ashamed of, hell video games are my life so..." a squeal of excitement comes from a group of girls that just walked into the Starbucks. They all rush to mark spouting "omg it's markiplier! I can't believe it!" You stand as the crowd pushes against your chair and you get pushed back.

Mark smiles and takes pictures, signs things, and gives hugs happily though when he looks at you he flashes a "sorry about this" on his face. After most the girls are done you are able to sit back down, huffing at the rudeness but knowing that had you just seen him out you probably would have done the same made you calm down. You sit there smiling at him, his dedication to his fans admirable even if it made you slightly jealous. As you sit, waiting for the rest of the girls to clear out you notice someone's flash shines directly at you. You flinch at the light then look to see where it came from, not being able to pinpoint it you shrug and continue to wait.

"Sorry about that, sometimes I forget how outrageously famous I am" He says boasting and you roll your eyes laughing.

"That's hard to believe seeing as your ego is bigger than your reputation" You retort then giggle at his fake pouty face, you sticking your tongue out at him jokingly.

"I'll have you know..." He motions wide with his hands, knocking your now empty cup to the floor. He whispers "shit" and jumps up seconds after you and reaches for the cup, both of you grabbing it, your hands touching. You quickly slip the cup from his hand, Mark gives you an odd look that you can't find the meaning of and your face blushing.

"I-i got this, it's okay" You say fast and walk to the trashcan 'What is this a Fanfiction?? I can't believe that just happened' You toss the cup and hear your phone vibrate, pulling it out makes you realize the time. "Oh man, it's almost six!" You look up to mark who is also throwing his cup away, he motions for you to leave and you nod, slipping your phone back into your pocket, it wasn't your mom so you don't care who messaged you.

It is a fairly long ride to your house, most of it you were sitting in a comfortable silence, your phone going off like crazy. You figure must be the groups you are in on facebook and silence it. Mark and you are laughing as you pull up to your house. You slip from the seat and stretch yawning and see Mark get out, you giving him a confused look.

"Can't leave without getting a hug right?" He says opening his arms as he walks to your side of the car. Your heart beats fast and you wrap your arms around him, he squeezes you tightly and you let out a small squeak and laugh. You squeeze back trying to match his strength, inhaling a intoxicating breath of whatever he was wearing. You couldn't tell if it was body wash, cologne or what, but you did know he smelt amazing.

"It was nice hanging out with you! I hope we can do this again" He says pulling back, looking down at you smiling. He was pretty tall compared to your measly 5" but if you really wanted to you could probably kiss him.

"I would like that! Though maybe somewhere where you won't get mobbed by fans preferably" You giggle and he gives a "will do" and heads to his car. You wave and enter your house.

Spending a few hours gushing about the "date but not a date" to your mom you grew tired and after finishing your story you slunk to your room and plopped onto your bed. You slip your phone from your pocket and see you got tons of different messages from your friends and people you didn't know. Texts from friends, tags on instagram, facebook, Tumblr, etc.

"What the heck??" You unlock your phone and look at the first couple messages.

"Did you meet Markiplier????"
"Who are you? How do you know Markiplier??"
"You're too ugly for Mark!"

Your face twists from confusion to hurt. Why were you getting messages like this? When you click on a picture you're tagged in, A picture of you sitting across Mark, your face obviously that of someone looking at their crush, it clicks in your mind. Someone had taken a picture of you while you were out with Mark and had posted it asking who you were. It seemed some of your friends saw this and tagged you asking if it was you.

"Oh crap, this isn't good" You faceplant into a pillow.