OK BEFORE I START LOOK AT THAT PICTURE! MARK IS THE CUTEST THING EVER AND I LOVE HIM SO FRICKIN MUCH OK CONTINUE
Your POV
Alright, I'm in the driveway of his house. Why am I nervous? I don't know...
I go up to the door and knock and get greeted by Mark wrapping his arms around me giving me a quick hug.
"I got Super Smash Bros up." He said. I love that game. We both plop down on the couch. Mark takes the WiiU game pad and I take a normal controller. He gets all the setting and stuff and you pick to play as (insert SSB character here).
There was a mix on wins a losses for both us. I won a few and lost a few, Mark was the same. It was fun though. I then watched Mark play a few rounds of Splatoon.
I was getting kinda tired so I just layed my head down on the arm rest. But I tried really hard to stay awake.
Mark POV (first one)
I just splatted that guy. Is splatted a word? Who knows. Then again I have a really large vocabulary so I should know that. Eh. I looked over to my side and saw (Y/N) laying down. I hope she was just tired and wasn't feeling sick or anything. I quickley finished the round and set the game pad down and shook her a little.
I think she may be asleep. I gently shook her again and her eyes opened a teensy bit.
"Hey (Y/N)," I whispered, "let's take you up to my room, so you can sleep, I'll sleep on the couch." She slowly nodded. I helped her get up and put my arm around her to help her get up to my room.
I opened my door slowly and helped (Y/N) get under the blankets. I pulled one last blanket bit over her and she just grabbed my hand.
Not that I wasn't ok with that...I just wasn't able to get to the couch. So I just tried to reach an extra blanket I kept by the bed and laid next to her and put the blanket I grabbed over me. (Y/N)'s hand was still locked with mine.
I then fell asleep.
Oooo the relationship is starting. Also Happy late Halloween.
-Grace
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