Pretty Boy {Markiplier X Reader}

Thirty-Five

The very next morning, you slowly opened your eyes, but quickly closed them once more when the harsh sunlight filled your vision. You groaned as you forced yourself to sit up and rub sleep out of your eyes.

Once you were finally somewhat awake, you let out a yawn as you began stretching and forced yourself to open your eyes again. You squint your eyes upon doing so, still not fully adjusted to the sunlight.
"Fuck, why is so bright?" You mumbled groggily.
It took a few moments before your vision was fully adjusted to the light, but once it was, you looked around and saw very unexpected sights. You had to look around more times than you were willing to admit before you realized that you were still in Mark's backyard.
"Why the hell am I still here?" You asked yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair. As you did so, through your clouded thoughts, you suddenly recalled the moment when you and Mark had laid down in the grass to gaze up at the stars, talking amongst yourselves until you felt your eyelids droop shut and your vision fade into complete darkness.
"Oh yeah, how on earth could I forget about that?" You felt a little dumb for forgetting something that happened just last night, especially since you hadn't gotten drunk or anything like that.

Nonetheless, you smiled softly as you recalled how you and Mark had made small talk until he had drifted off to sleep. You also recalled how nice it was to just forget about all your troubles and worries and have a fun night underneath the stars with your best friend.
I'd love to have more nights like those.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mark began to stir. You watched as he spent quite some time slowly waking up and sitting up while simultaneously rubbing off the blades of grass that had stuck to him while he was sleeping.
"Good morning, sleepyhead." You laughed as you reached over and ruffled his already messy hair. "Did you sleep well?"
Mark nodded as he reached up and attempted to fix his hair. It took him a couple of moments to realize that running his fingers through his hair was nowhere near enough to get rid of his bedhead and when he realized this, he opted to just rub sleep out of his eyes and stretch instead.
What time is it? He asked you once he was fully awake.
"Good question." You replied as you began looking around for your phone in order to check the time. Mark's question made you realize that you hadn't even questioned what time it was from the time you had gotten up to now.
"Of course." You groaned in frustration once you finally found your phone only to discover that it was dead. You then looked over at Mark. "My phone's dead. Can you check the time on yours?"
Mark nodded again as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Your frustration grew as you watched him attempt to turn it on and realize that his phone was dead as well.
"Looks like we're just going to have go inside and check the time then." You sighed as you stood up and brushed the grass that had stuck to your legs and made indents on them off of yourself. "Which is fine, I suppose, since we have to go inside at some point anyways."

Once you entered Mark's house, you seized the first opportunity you had to check the time, which was when you first stepped foot through the screen door since it was connected directly to the kitchen.
Your eyes widened when you saw that it was a little past ten o'clock. You then looked back over at Mark, who had only just gotten inside and was shutting the screen door behind him.
"Mark, what day is it?" You asked your best friend as panic finally began setting in. "Please tell me it's not-" You cut yourself off, not wanting to finish your sentence.
Mark didn't respond right away, which only made you panic even more. Instead, his eyes darted up to the ceiling and his hands began moving, but not for the purpose of communication.
"Mark, I'm dead serious." It didn't take you very long to grow impatient and repeat your question. "What day is it?"
Mark spent an agonizing thirty seconds or so continuing to stare up at the ceiling. His hands had stopped moving, however, and he only starting moving them when he finally responded to your question.
It's Monday. He replied, showing no concern whatsoever. In fact, he seemed to be confused as to why you were panicking. Why?
You sighed, extremely annoyed by him. "We have school today, Mark. And since it's currently just past ten o'clock, we're late."
Mark's eyes widened after you said this, now finally understanding why you were panicking.
"Yeah." You said, still pretty annoyed with him. "Now, come on. We're wasting time just sitting here and arguing. We have to get ready and get to school as quickly as possible."