Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

Twenty-Six

"Mark, will you go to Prom with me?"

You felt like time started to move in slow motion after you finally asked the question that you didn't even think that you would have the courage to ask in the first place. You then found yourself tapping your foot nervously, wondering what he was going to say. Was he actually going to say yes? Only time would tell.

And of course, time decided to move ever so slowly, prolonging the answer that would either make you happy beyond words or make you extremely upset.
God, why won't he answer? Why can't I figure out what he's thinking? I'm usually able to tell what he's thinking just by looking into his eyes, but I can't now. He's sending off so many mixed messages.

After what felt like a lifetime had passed, Mark looked you dead in the eyes and opened his mouth to speak, something he's never done during the time that you've known him. You felt your heart pounding in your chest with excitement and you wondered what Mark's voice was going to sound like. You imagined that it would just as cute as he was and when you did so, you became even more excited to hear Mark speak.
But it was at that moment that he closed his mouth and started writing on his dry erase board instead.
You resisted the urge to let out a sigh of disappointment when you realized that you wouldn't get to hear Mark's voice. You really had gotten your hopes up and thought that he was actually going to give you his response to your question by speaking rather than writing it on his dry erase board or by using sign language.
Oh well, he's mute by choice rather than being born like that so he has to speak eventually.
Right?

After waiting yet again, you felt time moving in slow motion as you watched Mark turn his dry erase board so that you could read what his response to your question was.
Wait, he's actually saying yes?
Sure enough, a glance at the dry erase board showed that Mark was written, "Yes!" in all capital letters. He had also underlined the word and drawn a smiley face next to it.
"Hold on, you aren't kidding, right?" While you were desperately hoping for him to say yes, you weren't expecting him to. Even though you knew how he felt towards you, Mark was extremely shy and seemed like he was too scared to express the romantic feelings he felt towards you.
But maybe him accepting your request to go to Prom with you was a step in the right direction and was showing that he wasn't actually as scared to express the feelings he felt as you thought he was.
No, I'm not kidding. Mark shook his head to reaffirm the fact that he did indeed want to go to Prom with you. Going to Prom with you sounds like it would be amazing.
Suddenly, you found yourself pulling Mark into a tight hug. He immediately dropped everything he had in his hands and hugged you back just as, if not, tighter, tightly as you hugged him. It was only after a few moments had passed that you two managed to pull away from each other and before you knew it, Mark grabbed ahold of your hand and all of the stuff that he had dropped on the ground before he yanked you inside of his house, closing the door behind him before he dragged you over to the couch and sat down, letting go of your hand as he did so.

"Mark, are you sure that it's a good idea for me to be here?" You asked as you sat down next to him, even though you already knew that Mary was distracting Mark's mother for as long as possible and was going to text you when she was on her way home. "What if your mom finds out that I'm here? Won't she get mad?"
Mark must've been feeling lazy because instead of immediately reaching for his dry erase board, he immediately started using sign language.
She's not home so you don't have to worry about her.
"But what if she comes homes and she sees that I'm here?"
I told you that I didn't care how she felt towards you because it's irrelevant. I cherish you as a friend and nothing's going to change that. I'm going to confront her about making me fake a relationship with Mary and how she's stealing money from her family after Prom anyways. And if I have to confront her sooner, then so be it, even though she's most likely going to kick me out after I give her a piece of my mind anyways.
"No, she wouldn't dare kick you out..."
Oh, but she would. She's just that money-crazy and self-obsessed. And it's slowly gotten worse ever since my father's hospital bills started racking up. Looking back on everything, she was always like this. Almost every single conversation that my parents had were about money. You know, things like how our family doesn't have enough money to buy things that she wanted, but we didn't even technically need. For example, she always wanted to buy a beach house in... Well, I don't even remember because I tuned out that lecture towards my dad a long time ago. My mother is a woman who values money, a woman who values money to the point of where she'll do anything to get her hands on more of it. And I really do mean anything. I think stealing money that's supposed to be used to pay for my father's medical bills is enough evidence to support that theory.
"I can't believe she turned out to be like this." You shook your head in disbelief. "She seemed like she was so nice when I first met her."
Yeah, she has that effect on people. How do you think she managed to convince a family who barely even knows her to pay for all of my father's treatments?
You shrugged a bit, not really knowing what to say.
But enough about my mother. Let's not talk about her anymore, especially since we're spending time together for the first time in months. We should appreciate this time, even more so since we don't know when my mother's going to be back.
"Well, what do you want to do then?"
Mark blushed a bit as he looked down at his hands, obviously hesitant to say whatever was on his mind. You stayed quiet and waited for him to gather up the courage to say what was on his mind, even though you knew that it was dumb for you to expect him not to back out because not only did he back out of speaking for the first time ever since he chose to become mute, but he also backed out of telling you how he truly felt about you.