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I'M CURRENTLY WRITING THIS ENTIRE THING AT 9 PM ON A THURSDAY NIGHT BECAUSE I'M A LITTLE SHIT WHO CAN'T CUT OUT TIME FOR WRITING SO HERE WE GO IMMA TRY TO MAKE THIS REALLY GOOD EVEN THOUGH IT'S GONNA BE TERRIBLE   W   O    O   O  H

I've decided that this chapter will do nothing to move the plot forward. It will be excessive amounts of cute fluffiness and youtube stuff and maybe some ~other~ stuff if I feel like it k I'll shut up now enjoY

"All right, I think that should be it," I say with a grunt. I grab the handle of the door and pull it down with a slam. Everything that I'm not taking with me to Mark's has been sold, and everything that I am has finally been loaded into this u-haul trailer. Mark comes up from behind me and wraps his arms around my middle, tucking his face into the crook of my neck. 

"You ready?" he hums into my skin. 

"I think so," I say, locking the door of the trailer. 

I hear Bella's muffled bark from the inside of my car.

"Well, Bella sure is ready to go," Mark says with a laugh. I poke my head through the open window and let her lick my face. 

Mark and I hop in, and we start driving away. As of today, I am no longer living in my apartment. I still own it, (still pay for it) but I know it won't be long till there's a massive bidding war over it. Ah, L.A. 

I turn on the radio and scream when Centuries plays. Mark jumps and then groans. 

"I thought you hated this song," he says.

"Listen, man, fall out boy is fall out boy," I say, rushed. I make Mark shut up while I furiously lip sync to the song. 

Mark lets Bella sit on his lap and stick her head out the window while I drive. The sun is setting, and the warm glow is lighting up Mark's face. He catches me staring when we hit a red light. 

"What, is there something on my face?" he asks with a low chuckle. 

"Nah," I respond, taking in his features, "you're just pretty."

Mark laughs again, and then strikes a pose. I can't help but laugh at him. 

We get to his place, and Mark helps me carry up the few bags of things I'll need tonight that I left in the backseat. Bella is a truly well-behaved dog who follows us upstairs, although I do have her trail a leash in case I need to grab her. She and Chica already get along so well, I'm excited to have them live together as well. Mark goes to take both the puppies outside while I settle in a little. I can't believe this is actually happening. Not too long ago I was barely a youtuber attempting to make a life out of a passion, scared of my own shadow. I had no self-esteem or sense of worth. Mark helped me discover it. I like me better when I'm with him. 

Mark comes back inside. It's such a comforting noise, the sound of his doggo-voice mixed with the clacking of collars and leashes. Suddenly I hear a thud and a throaty "ugH" from Mark. I go into the living room and see what I expect, Mark on the floor while the puppies lick him to death. Out of nowhere, I burst out laughing. Mark looks up at me. I can't breathe, I'm laughing so hard. I fall to the floor with him and let the dogs attack me while I'm fighting through my hysteria. After awhile, I gently push the dogs off of me and look Mark in the eye. 

"What's so funny?" He asks? 

We're lying on the floor next to one another. He's wearing his glasses, and his hair is flipped over his head. He's wearing his grey cardigan over a simple white v neck. He has this gentle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and eyes. I've never, ever been so in love with another human. I reach out to stroke his hair, and we instinctively move closer to each other.