Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

Thirty-Three

The very next day, after school had ended and you had just gotten home, your phone rang. Upon hearing it ring, you pulled it out of your pocket and saw that the director, who had insisted that everyone should be on a first name basis with her for some reason, was calling you. While she had requested everyone to exchange phone numbers with her, you didn't expect her to actually call you.

Nonetheless, you answered your phone as walked into your room and closed the door behind you.
"(Y/N)! Thank goodness you answered!" The director, whose name was Theresa, let out a sigh of relief before you even got the chance to greet her. "There's something that I would like to talk to you about."
"What is it?" You couldn't help but feel a little bit worried. Was she going to talk to you about the auditions? Her decision about who was going to play what part wasn't supposed to be posted until tomorrow, so you weren't sure why you were speculating that that was the reason why she had called you.
"I wanted to talk to you about your friend." The tone that Theresa was using made it seem like she was smiling as he spoke. "It was really nice for him to come out and support you yesterday. No one else that was there yesterday had someone that took the time to go and support them through their audition, and they were all just as, if not, more, nervous as you were. In all of the years that I've been directing musicals and plays, very few people have gone out and supported someone that was auditioning, whether that'd be because of lack of time, because they simply didn't want to, or because of whatever reason they may have."
"Yeah, it was really nice to have Mark there." You smiled as you remembered how he had stood up with everyone else and clapped for you once you had finished your audition. While it felt good to have all of these people who either knew very little or not at all love your performance, it felt absolutely amazing to have Mark love it. In fact, you found yourself blushing as you thought about how proud he had looked while he had stood and clapped for you. It was as if he was just as proud to call you his best friend as you were proud to call him your best friend.
"Oh, his name's Mark, huh?" Theresa asked, still using the tone she had used while talking about she thought it was nice that Mark had sat in the auditorium and watched you audition. "What a nice name for a seemingly nice boy."
"Yeah, he's nice." You found yourself smiling like an idiot as you continued to talk about Mark. "He's one of the nicest people that I've ever met."
"That's lovely." You honestly couldn't believe how nice Theresa was. You had only just met her yesterday, but in the one day that you've known her, she's given you more guidance and expressed more care to you than your parents ever did in sixteen years. "He's not much of a talker though. I take it that he's very shy?"
"I suppose you could say that." You didn't think that "shy" was the right word for Mark anymore. While it was true that he never once uttered a single word since he was mute, he had grown quite a lot since the day you had first met him. On that day, you had met a boy that had a lot of pent up sadness, a boy that shoved people away because he was afraid of getting hurt again, and a boy that had almost given up on himself. Now, however, this same boy had changed so much since that fateful day, and you were so proud of him for all of the good changes that he had undergone in the almost year timespan that you've known him for.
"You don't seem to think that I described him correctly." It was almost as if Theresa had read your thoughts, and you were both amazed and freaked out at the same time. "You've known him for much longer than I have. What word would you use to describe Mark?"
You opened your mouth to reply, but almost immediately closed it when you realized that you really had to think about how you wanted to answer this question. While it was true that Mark was nice, he was also a wonderful friend as well. But, then again, he was also very talented and expressive as well. To you, Mark Fischbach was so many things that you found it difficult to sum him up in one word because you felt like you couldn't. You felt like you couldn't talk about how kind Mark was without talking about how good of a friend he was and you felt like you couldn't talk about how talented he was without talking about how, despite the fact that he was mute, well he could express himself. Mark Fischbach was so complex in so many wonderful and amazing ways that it was almost beautiful.
Beautiful.
No, not quite.
Pretty.
Yes, definitely that.