I Want to Help You (CrankGamePlays x OC) [COMPLETED]

Dociplier

I hear knocking and I groan.

"Five more minutes." I moan, rolling over and going under the covers, hoping to drift back into the dream.

"Are you dressed?"

"What do you mean?"

"Can I come in."

"Yeah..." I hear the door open, and then it closes.

"Are you the lump under the covers?"

"Yeah, why?" I hear cute, short laughter above me. Ethan. "What do you want?" I mumble.

"You need to get up. Mark says if you want to stay for the next week, you need to go get someone to feed your cat and some more clothes." I take the covers off my head and sit up.

"What time is it," I say groggily, looking over to him. He's wearing sweatpants and a green and black tank top.

[This tank top (didn't want any confusion plus I like this shirt in general tbh)]

"Seven-thirty. Get up and get dressed, if you have clothes to change into. You can help yourself to breakfast but be warned, Mark's in there. He had to get up early to make a video, and he's grumpier than I've ever seen." I nod. He smiles and walks out, closing the door behind him.

I reluctantly get up and check my bag. I have skinny jeans, but no shirt. I sigh. I can wear the purple tank-top under my YouTube-logo hoodie. I pull on the jeans and hoodie, putting my hair in a lazy bun. I shove the rest of my stuff in the bag and head out. I walk into the area I spent the past two days and stop. I forgot Mark was here. He's sitting at the counter on his phone, eating some food. He looks up as I come in. He gives me a stone-faced look.

"Good morning, how are you," he asks flatly, sounding as grumpy as Ethan warned. I gulp

"F-fine. How are you?" I stutter, scared of making him angry. I can tell he's still hasn't warmed up to my presence, and it's not helping the fact he had to get up really early. He goes back to using his phone. Well, grumpy Mark is rude Mark... I hesitate, and walk to the door, and take out my own phone. After a minute or two of scrolling through Tumblr, he breaks the silence.

"Are you waiting for Ethan?"

"Yeah."

"He might be a bit. Are you not going to have anything to eat?" I look up. He's turned toward me in his chair. I swallow.

"N-not hungry." At that exact moment, my stomach decides to voice its own opinion. It gives a small growl, not too loud, but just loud enough for Mark, who is ten feet away, to hear as clear as a bell. His stone-face cracks a bit, and he gives a small smile.

"You've gotta eat something." I sigh and walk over.

"I've noticed that only one thing has gone missing besides the stuff we've all eaten; that's one apple. Are you starving yourself?" His face is now full of kindness and sympathy, instead of mistrust.

"No. No! There just hasn't been time." I say defensively, shaking my head. He furrows his brows, not believing me. "Have a bag of chips. They're in the bottom cabinet." I sigh again and open the cabinet door, pulling out a bag of Ruffles. I look to him, as if for permission. He nods encouragingly. I open the bag and take out a chip. I take a bite and look up at him again. He's smiling am me encouragingly.

"Alex, there's always time to eat— don't starve yourself just because you think it's not important enough," Mark says plainly. I nod, taking another chip out and popping it into my mouth.

"Okay... I'll try my best," He smiles, seemingly satisfied with my response.

"I am now your therapist. Call me... Dociplier." We laugh, and he goes back to his phone. I continue to eat. A few minutes later Ethan comes in— I haven't finished eating yet.

"Ready to go, Alex? Oh, good you're eating. You had me worried." I glance at Mark. He's still looking at something on his phone.

"Well, I... You see, I... I'm ready to go." I finish lamely. I'm out of time- too bad i didn't get to finish my chips. I go to throw them out.

"Ah, no. If Ethan tells me you threw them out, you're eating two for lunch." Mark says without looking up, pointing at the bag. I startle, dropping the bag onto the counter by accident. I let out a nervous laugh and pick them up, walking to the door. Ethan looks to me questioningly.

"Tell you later," I mumble, and we walk out the door.

(A/N)

Okay, so I can only do a chapter today, sorry, my mom's breathing down my neck to get off my computer (no internet on school days ;~;) and I really don't want to get banned from the internet on the weekends *shutters*

Anyway, hope you had a good day ~

Song: YOUTH, Troye Sivan

~ Salem

PS: I KEEP FORGETTING DON'T FORGET TO STAR AND VOTE YOU DON'T HAVE TO THOUGH BUT JUST A THOUGHT LOVE YOU ALL G'NIGHT