Crimson (Googleiplier × Reader)

Chapter XVI

Please don't skip the A/N at the end. It's important for the story.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaark!" You shouted downstairs. "Kill it!"

It had been two days since you had become his girlfriend and you had to admit it was really fun.

You heard his feet pound up the stairs and he burst in your room, eyes looking murderous.

You couldn't blame him.

"What? What am I killing?" He said, whipping his head around your room.

You pointed in horror from atop your dresser at the spider on the ground.

"Spider!" You screeched.

He laughed. Laughed! This was no time for laughter! There was a beady eight-eyed,   eight-legged abomination in your presence. It could kill you! It could kill you all!

(I honestly think spiders are pretty cool as long as they aren't on me or someone else. *cough*kelsey*cough cough*)

Mark walked over to it and picked it up.

That's it. You were never holding his hand ever in this relationship.

No way in hell.

Then to make matters worse, he tried to give it to you.

Leaping from your dresser onto the bed, you bounced once and started sprinting down the hallway, Mark on your tail.

"Come on! He just wants a hug!" Mark said.

"Hug yourself!" You tossed over your shoulder and proceeded to take the stairs down three at a time and jumping the last six.

You could hear Mark laughing at you. Taking a look back, you saw the spider sitting in his hand.

You could've sworn you peed a little.

Making your way through the living room, you pushed the door open with all your might and were now sprinting down the street, screaming.

Mark was still chasing you and was now gaining.

No! You thought and in a spurt of desperation and determination, you pushed yourself even harder, feet thumping on the asphalt.

"Mark quit it!" You shouted back at him.

"Just look at it!" He countered.

You passed a group of teens who gave you strange looks. You just have them a small smile in the brief moments you were in their presence before passing.

Mark had a harder time getting pass the teens because they seemed to understand your predicament and stepped out in front of him.

You saw his look of frustration as he paused for a second.

Then he did the most impossible thing.

He jumped over the poor teens and you could've sworn you heard him say "Parcore"
Before he landed and continued after you, spider still in hand.

You didn't have time to look back in awe at his stunt. You kept on bookin it down the street, coming to an intersection.

Fffffuck! You thought. Looking both ways, you went for it and ran across, narrowly dodging a pickup truck.

Your heart was pounding in your chest by this point and you didn't care to look back and see if he was still following.

Arriving at a McDonalds, you came to a panting stop.