This Wasn't Supposed to Happen (A Markiplier Fanfiction)

Ruby’s Point of View

“Rue! Rue! You won’t believe it!” Emma screams at me as I pull off my purple ‘Beats’ headphones from me ears. “I’m sure I will, but spill.” I say as I cross my bare legs on my computer chair. “Well, I went out to the gas station, to, ya know, get gas and such.” She starts, and I give her a fake fascinated look. “Oh wow, a gas station! I can’t believe it!” I announce sarcastically as I throw my arms up, some of my blonde hair falls into my face, and I can see the darker shades of blondish brown in it.

“Ok, so you went to the station and…” I move her along in her story, and she sighs as she continues. “Ok, so I was checking out, and I saw this really really really adorable guy there! And guess what? I got his number! And he’s coming here tonight!” She says excitedly, and I almost fall out of my chair.

“What?! You’re having a guy over, and you’re JUST telling me this?!” I look at her, dumb founded, and she just smiles. “Yeah, can I ask you a favor?” She asks me sweetly. Oh shit, this can’t be good.

“I kinda sorta maybe need you to maybe cook a fancy dinner tonight…” She trails off, and I just sigh as I stand up. “Be thankful I love you, or I wouldn’t be doing this shit for you. You owe me.” I give her a smile, and she runs over and hugs me. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She practically screams. “He’ll be over at eight!” She screams before running to her room. “Welp… At least she gave me time to prepare!” I announce as I look at my IPhone to see it’s only two in the afternoon.

Emma and I have been friends ever since seventh grade, and ended up buying a house together, since it was easier to split the rent. Emma had always been that girl that always seemed to pick up guys, whilst I just went along and helped her with whatever she needed. I wasn’t surprised though. Emma was quite pretty. She had ash blonde hair that was somehow always straight, and she had the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She was skinny, and had a bubbly personality, even though she was quite an airhead, and bitchy at times.

Then there was me. I had piercing green eyes, and my honey blonde hair never likes to keep its natural wave, so it always seemed to be frizzy. I tend to straighten it, not as often as I like, but today was one of those days where I actually wanted to do something with my hair. Oh, and unlike Emma, I have a tattoo on my wrist. I know, a lot of people say tattoos are unattractive, but this tattoo means a lot to me. It’s a pixelated heart in red, and says ‘Markipliers Heros’ inside of it.

I know, that sounds kind of nerdy and stupid, but Markiplier means a lot to me. He honestly has made me laugh when I thought it was impossible. And he gives back so much, and I think he’s just amazing.  

Anyway, I’m getting distracted. I walk into the kitchen and pull out everything I need to make lasagna. I prepare everything pretty quickly, since I’ve been in the kitchen ever since I was a little girl. My grandmother made wedding cakes, and my parents owned, and still currently own a little café where I work at, so cooking and baking and such are kind of in my blood.

The time seemed to just tick away as I cooked, and by the time the lasagna and brownies were done cooking, and the dining room was all set for a romantic dinner, I decided to change into something nice since I was going to be serving the two love birds.