Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 36

*6 months later* (I'm so sorry. I know, I'm bad. I stg I have to stop with these time skips!!)

After a total of eight months of working at the bar, serving up drinks and stuff, I finally got enough money to pay to go off to the art school in Italy. And I have enough to pay for my books there. Now, all I have to do is register into the damn place.

Walking up the stairs with a cup of coffee in my hands and a bright smile on, I was in a happy go lucky mood ever since I woke up because my check came in. I grabbed Mark's laptop from his recoding room before going back downstairs, where I happened to bump into the owner of the laptop.

"Oh hello~" I sang in a bubbly tone.

"You look awfully happy. What's up?" Mark asked while he was brushing his teeth and scratching his torso.

"I am finally entering that school I want to go to."

"Oh? That's nice." He repiled. "You have enough money to cover for anything?" I nodded. Mark wiped his mouth before following me into the living room, where he sat down and opened up the school's website. He helped me fill in the form and how to do certain things that I for one didn't understand.

".....And send!" Both of us exclaimed at the same time with huge smiles on our faces. I hugged the man beside me, happy that he's here to help me.

"Thank you so much Mark!" I grinned happily.

"It's nothing. Here," He pointed to the computer. "It's tells you your classes, your dorm room, who your roommate is, and plus, you have a English teachers as well." He said.

"And, you start next week. So you should start packing while I buy you a ticket to Italy." Hugging him once more, I kissed his cheek before going upstairs to start packing. I grabbed two of my suitcases from the closet and dragged them upstairs with me. Without hesitation, I started throwing clothes into the suitcase, making sure I get the most important items in there.

"Hey," I jumped as the voice behind me scared me. It was Mark, and he came up close to me and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck. "You look pretty excited to go."

"Well of course I am. I've been for the past eight months." I repiled.

"Yeah. But something just popped up."

"What do you mean?" My eyebrows came to a knot as I continued to fold clothes with him on me.

"It's just a thought though."

"I don't care. Spill."

"How about is you go back into your dark state again, and I'm not there to help you or comfort you?" I let go of Mark, turning around so I could face him.

"Pardon?" (*in a terrible Kookie/Jonnie impression* P A R D O N ?)

"You know, when you pulled that incident on me a few months back when you had trouble sleeping. How about if you cut unintentionally and I'm not there?"

"Mark-" I stopped. Maybe he's correct. Maybe I could return to my horrible state and he wouldn't be in Italy to help or something. I shook my head and kissed my teeth.

"Mark, I'll be alright. If it'll make you better, I called you every night before I go to bed," I placed my hand on his cheeks. "Ok?" He hesitantly nodded.

"Now, help me grab some of my shoes from downstairs." He chuckled and smiled, making me smile as well. I know he cares for me, and he cares a lot. When I was in the bathroom a few months back, and he came in, he had the word worry written all over his face. Mark really cares for me and my well being. That's why I can't find anyone to replace him. I love him too much for that.

------Time Skip brought to you by my bias and my bias wrecker

(Look at my bby Joonie teaching my other bby Kookie English. This is why I'm still alive)

"You sure you have everything?!" Signe asked me from downstairs. I told everyone that I entered the school and I was leaving a few days ago, and now, today's my trip to Italy.

"Yeah!" I shouted back while stuffing a few more things into my bag. It's been a long time since I've used this (F/C) bag, the last time I've seen it is when I came here and Mark picked me up from the streets. Ever since then, I had this stored in the back of my closet up until this point. Brings back some horrible but yet funny memories. When you look at the bag, it just screams "depressed teen" because of how rundown and dirty looking it is even though it's clean.

Packing one last item, I rushed downstairs with my suitcase as I was late for my flight.

"Now, can we please go?" Marzia asked. "I'm not going have you be late at something you love." She already had taken the filled to the brim suitcase out of my hand and taken it into her own hands.

"Yes, let's go." I added and we were off to the airport.

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Of course, it was chaos when we arrived since everyone was yelling and stuff. But it wasn't just to cause noise, it's because they care about me; they're my friends who genuinely care about my well being. And I'm greatful for that.

"Oi, you gonna eat that nasty airplane food?!" I heard Jack yell.

"Well, I have no choice!" I repiled while we all rushed to my gate. "Of course I wouldn't if I had the choice to!" Once we got there, I handed the female that was there my ticket before turning back to face everyone. Most importantly the man who's up and center.

"Hey," He said, grabbing my hands. "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too baby. Ten months and we'll be together again, ok?" He nodded, kissing my hands, then my cheek, then my lips. Sharing a hot, passion filled kiss, I opened my eyes to see he was looking back at me. We  released and hugged before braking apart.

"Bye y'all!" I waved as I took my bag before entering the gate. They were yelling back bye's and jokingly yelling insults, and I only chuckled. And obviously, I heard Jack shout "bring me a souvenir!" to me.

Birding the plane, I squished myself in between people who were standing to put their carry on up top, which made me and my bag all the way uncomfortable. A lot of "Excuse me" and "sorry" were exchanged while I was getting to my seat. With a few more shoves, I finally arrives ro my seat, and placed my bag on top.

Sighing, I jumped onto my seat because of how much commotion I went through. I threw my head back and closed my eyes to relax, but the start of my relaxing station was interpreted.

"Um, excuse me?" I heard a female voice said. I opened one eye to see the female had a baby strapped to her chest, her big one-cheese burger-away-from-obesity husband behind her, and three other kids behind him.

"Yes?" I said, irradiated.

"You're in our seats," I pulled out my ticket from my back pocket and checked my seating. Where I was seated was C3, and I was supposed to be in C4. 'Whoops, can't they just go in my seat? Do I actually have to move?'

"Can you please move?" I kissed my teeth while getting up. Just beacuse I'm a nice person. The family soon flooded the seat I was in, and the others next to it. I took my bag from above, and moved into my proper. 'Fucking people.....' I resumed my relaxing state. Few minutes later, it was interrupted again by that damn child behind me, kicking my seat. 'Just ignore it, (Y/N). Don't wanna start hitting children before your big event. It'll eventually die down.' I sighed.

The kicking did die down, but the started again a few moments after. My now opened eye twitched and the plane took off, with this ignorant child kicking my seat. 'I'm going to off on this kid if he doesn't stop.'

This was going to be a long trip....