Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 48

I ended up eating a peice of toast and half a mango smoothie for breakfast, giving the other half to Andrea. I didn't feel that hungry, but you know, it's probably because of the new life that's blooming inside of me. I still can't belive that I'm pregnant. I am in shock, because how do you expect me to look after someone else's life when I can't even look after myself? I, a suicidal and over all mentally unstable person can't be a mother.

And then, on top of that, I'm having a baby with a person who isn't my boyfriend. How am I supposed to tell Mark? I can't just go up to him and say 'hey, I just screwed my co-worker that I don't even know that well and now I'm two months pregnant. Can't wait to come home for the holidays!' He'll just kick my ass right then and there. I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't know how to cover this. I don't plan on aborting the baby, nor do I plan on putting it in a orphanage because it's has my DNA; it's part of me. I'm just lost right now.

"(Y/N)," Andrea cooed. I looked towards her, blinking a few times to get back into the horrible reality that I live in. "Come on, we're going to be late for class." Andrea wasn't her loud, bubbly self right now, she was talking in a very low and shallow tone, which I respected. She knew that this was really going to take a toll on me, especially when I have to tell the gang.

"Yeah..." I mumbled back, getting up from my seat and grabbing my bag. We left the store and went back onto school grounds, going into the school and to our classroom. The whole walk, I had this serious expression on, that had yet to fade away. It eventually did when we entered the class and took our seats.

"Ok," Professor Seven started. "Before you take off your jackets and bags, we have three minutes to get to the shooting. Did you guys forget?" He asked, and some people got excited. I, still having the thought of being pregnant in my head, only gave a small smile while walking up to the front of the class and into the line the class made, and in the line, I stayed with my usual poker face. Mr. Seven noticed my off behavior and came up to me, placing his hand on me and rubbing it slightly. I got scared because I was too deep into my thoughts.

"You alright there? You look like you're in a deep thought." The red haired man with black and yellow glasses asked.

"Pardon?" (I, stg, this phrase needs to make a comeback)

"You look as if something's bothering you. You're not the usual, bubbly (Y/N) I'm used to." The man in an informal suit and tie had a look of worry written on his face.

"It's nothing, I'm alright." I lied, even though this whole situation I was stuck in was a big something.

"You sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?" I nodded. "Alright. If anything's wrong, I'm all ears." A small smile appeared unknowingly. Mr. Seven smiled back at me before turning around and leading the class out to where we were shooting the movie.

--

"And cut!" I yelled while fanning myself with the scrip of what part of the movie my group and I were directing. It was finally our turn to direct a part of the movie as we waited a long time to have the actors to ourselves. Speaking of the devils, the actors came up to congratulate us on our directing.

"Are you (Y/N)?" One of the actors asked and I nodded with a big shitty smile on my face. My favorite (Favourite Actor) was in this and guess what? He was the one speaking to me. I was having a mini fangirl attack in my head as I watched the peice of art talk to me.

"Ahh- yeah, yeah, I'm (Y/N)." I repiled, embarrassing myself as I realized how badly I saved it. They giggled as my childish behavior, making me blush furiously. "And you're (Favourite Actor), the greatest actor alive."