11:11 // Crankiplier

35.

Ethan's POV

I laid on my bed, clutching my pillow and giggling like a five year old.

"I can't believe it Delilah, Mark wants me to move in with him! And you too!" Delilah sat on my desk with a knowing smirk on her face.

"Just know that if you guys are constantly doing the do, and I can hear it, I'm moving out." I laughed at her comment.

"What if we buy you a new pair of headphones that'll block out the sound?" Delilah thought for a moment.

"Sure!" We burst out laughing again before the room fell silent.

"So, how are you?" Delilah asked. "I mean, a lot has happened recently and I wanna make sure you're okay." I sat up and nodded.

"Yeah I mean it's been kinda, hectic, but I'm okay. Things have changed, but that's okay."

"How have things changed?" Delilah tilted her head.

"I don't know how to describe it, I feel the same, but also different, ya know?" She nodded in response.

"I guess finding the love of your life can do that to you, huh?" She smiled. I nodded, causing a shocked expression to form on her face.

"Oh my god are you admitting it? I was right all along?" I nodded again, smirking.

"Holy fucking shit I was right all along! Make way for Ethan Fischbach everybody!" She laughed and jumped up before plopping down next to me on my bed. "When you guys get married, I want to be your bridesmaid, and if you guys decide to adopt a kid I want to be the first one to know."

"Deal!" I held out my hand for Delilah and I to shake on it. She took my hand in hers, and it was done.

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I wrapped my arms around Mark as tightly as I could. He was still shedding tears of joy at the news that Kristen is going to jail.

As soon as the initial shock wore off, Delilah suggested that we go out to dinner to celebrate that, and I quote, "that homophobic toilet seat is finally going to be in a shit hole big enough for all her homophobic shit" and that we're moving into our new apartment tomorrow.

"Cheers you two!" She said as soon as we had gotten drinks to clink with.

"I can't believe how well this year has turned out." I grinned, taking Mark's hand in mine.

"I know! Who knew that we'd be moving our of the home together, and that you'd get a boyfriend as cool as Mark!" Delilah stirred her drink as she spoke. Mark smiled at her.

"I don't know if I'm that cool..." he rolled his eyes. I laid my head on his shoulder.

"Of course you're that cool!" I giggled.

"I love you." Mark whispered, resting his head on top of mine.

"I love you too." I replied.

"By the way," Delilah began with a serious tone, "I call the big bedroom!" She laughed, Mark and I laughing with her.