My Mark Diary

I Take A Walk

Things you'll need to know for this imagine:

(Y/YT/c/n)= Your YouTube channel name

Dear Diary, 

I can't sleep, it's 4:00 am, so I'm writing to you. I can't stop thinking about Mark. Although he would cross my mind before I moved as I wondered what videos he would post on YouTube, but this time, the thought of him has stayed with me all throughout the night. The way he was looking at me last night, I wouldn't be surprised if he was thinking about me, too. I've spent most of my day unpacking all of the boxes and placing the objects on shelves. The one thing I really want to do right now isn't unpacking. I want to hang out with Mark. I want to get to know him. I want to know what he likes and what he doesn't. 

Oh my god, I need to focus on the main task at hand. I don't need to make friends right now. I need to finish unpacking, then I can make more friends. Once I finish unpacking the mountain of boxes, I'll go over to Mark's place. 

TWELVE HOURS LATER

I didn't think I would finish unpacking that fast. I think I'll change into something nicer than my raggedy cleaning clothes without any makeup on. I've decided on a pair of skinny jeans and my well-worn red flannel. 

I think I look cute enough to hopefully make some new friends with Mark. 

I walked out of the safety of my apartment to face my new friend. I turned to the right and knocked on his door. After about a minute of waiting, he opened the door with Chica barking happily behind him. "Hush, Chica, hush!" Mark called out to her. 

"Uh... Hey, Mark! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out?" I asked nervously. 

"Yeah! That'd be fun! I was just about to take Chica for a walk. I hope you're up for a chase around the park," Mark said. 

"I can't wait!" I said. Luckily, I had put on my running shoes. Mark let me in while he got Chica's leash. 

"Hey there, lil' pupper wupper!!!" I said as I knelt down to pet the beautiful animal in front of me. I can't help myself around dogs, I just have to pet them at least once or twice. Or thirty times. By the time Mark came back, Chica was licking my face while sitting on my legs in an excited flurry of gold. I was too busy laughing to notice that Mark had subtly grabbed his camera and was recording Chica and me from behind a plant. I played with Chica for a couple of more minutes until Mark came out of his hiding place with his camera in his hands. 

"I think she likes you, (Y/n). More than me, sadly," Mark said with sadness on his face, but happiness in his eyes. 

"Well, dogs always love me, so..." I started. I realized that he had the camera in his hand. 

"Uh, Mark?" 

"Yes, (Y/n)?" Mark responded with a smirk starting to form on his face. 

"Did you just record all of that?" I asked, knowing the answer before I even formed the entire question. 

"Why, yes, I did. If it's alright with you, could I post this on my channel?" he asked in the cutest way possible. It made my heart beat a little bit faster. 

"Yeah, that'd be fine! I have an even better idea, though!" I said with an excited look. 

"What is your even better idea?" Mark asked with the same excitement on his face. 

"Why don't we film our walk with Chica and see what happens along the way?" I asked. 

"That sounds like an even better idea than just five minutes of puppy love!" Mark said.