I've Been Waiting...

First Draft of the story that I abandoned:

"Holy shit..." your best friend, Beth, breaths, taking off her headphones and staring at you. You sit up off your bed, giggling and taking the headphones from her.

"I know right!" You just finished forcing your friend into watching/playing 'A date with Markiplier' and she was now just as mind-blown as you were after playing, "What ending did you get?" you inquire,

"Vanilla ending. How about you?"

With a nervous slant of your lips, you admit, "Chocolate," and chuckle, "Whoops,"

The 'Chocolate ending' was the one where you accidentally ended up shooting Mark and had Darkiplier take you out for ice-cream.

"Was it a mistake though?" Your friend teased, turning your laptop screen to face you, showing a paused screen with Darkiplier on it. You blush slightly and shake your head in denial,

"Of course,"

"Yeah you're right, who would want to save the bad guy?" she turned her back to you, pulling out her pyjamas from the bag she packed for your sleepover:

"Well..." you remark, staring right into the eyes of the Darkiplier frozen on your laptop screen, "Is he really a bad guy? I mean, throughout the video, he was saying how much he wants to please you... just make you happy. How does that make him the bad guy?" You couldn't help but crack a beam at his ebony black hair, ruffled, yet combed excellently for a formally causal look; silver irises, which exsudes a threatening glare; ripped body, hidden behind an elegant English cut suit.

"Someone's got a cruuuush!" she slid her phone into her pocket, not noticing the tears sliding down your cheeks.

Blaming, the fact you just started crying for no damn reason, as the wind coming from your bedroom window making your eyes dry, you retort, "Oh, says the girl that reads Antisepticeye fanfictions on the daily!" you tease in return,

"I'm not ashamed of my crush," Beth retorts, "just give into it (Y/n), it's not like he'll ever hear you,"

You chuckle at her remark, "I'm not afraid of him finding out, it's just if anyone other than myself learns I have a crush on him, WHICH I DON'T!" you hastily add-on at the end, but your friend was unconvinced.

Sarcasm drooled unforgivingly from her lips, "Sure, okay, I'm convinced,"

Taking a stand, she made her way towards the door, pyjamas and wash-bag under her armpit, "Anyway, I'm going to go get ready for bed. Hopefully, I don't get lost in your mansion,"

"Oh it's not THAT big!" You defend, reddening. You hate it when people bring up your wealth. Mainly because of guilt. You feel as though you don't deserve this privilege. Anyone could have gotten it, yet somehow you did...

"Still ten time larger than mine!" And Beth hurried away.

With a sorry sigh, your back collapsed into the bed, and once again you were transfixed with the lightbulb above your bed. There's nothing special about it, it's just a yellow tinted bulb screwed into the ceiling. But, it felt oddly calming. Sure, your retinas may be frying, but you can't seem to tear your gaze.

It reminded you of something...

"FUCK!" You exclaim, shooting to a stand, and snatching the journal off the desk. Flipping to the latest blank page, you begin scribbling in what you remember.

Five minutes pass and Beth returns.

Mocking, you give her a sly smirk, "Glad to see you managed to navigate your way back,"