'She here, she's finally here!' Mark races towards the door, where the bell had just sounded.
He trips over his own feet and falls on his stomach, about four feet from the door.
"Ah!...urg" Mark does a small groan and pushes himself off his chest and onto his knees.
He gets up the rest of the way and limps as small bit to the door. He shakes it off and all his pain is replaced with excitement. He slowly opens the door and there's a-
Mark swings the door all the way open and sees a ball on the floor.
"What in the?" Mark reaches down and picks it up.
"Hey neighbor, mind chucking us that ball?" Hollas the guy next door. His kids sheepishly peered over the fence.
'He's shy but he has good aim' Mark thinks as he throws the ball over. He threw it hard cause he was disappointed and angry that it was another faulse alarm.
'Oh wait! Too har-'
Mark threw the ball and it bounced off the fence and soared through the air, directly at his face.
Mark quickly ducks down and it flys over his head. And straight at a-
"Ah! My butt!" Shouted a girl walking down the street.
She turns around and for Mark, everything seems to go in slow motion.
Her (h/c) hair whips around and fans in the air. Her hand reaches down to her booty where she rubs it. She hisses in pain and looks up to see Mark staring at her.
'Good Golly!' She thinks. She stops wincing and rubbing and straightens up. She holds the straps for her backpack tightly and looks away. Her lips read the word 'awkward'.
She sees the ball behind her and turns to pick it up.
'Screw bending knees, real gals bend backs' She bends over and picks it up, unaware of a certain celebrity watching her every move.
'Ah! Stop staring!' Mark blushes and looks at the....tree....
"Hey Kiddo? This your ball?" She holds it up in one hand and points at it with the other.
"Yes Ma'am!" He calls over the fence. Woah, even the famous Markiplier couldn't get that kid to talk.
"It's (Y/n), no formalities here. And is this (street name)?" She throws the ball then pulls out her phone.
'OH MY GOSH! It's her!' Mark fangirls...fanboys in the inside but looks at his neighbor with a straight face.
"Don't worry, (name), I'll handle this. Enjoy your day" Mark waves him off and the proceeds to walk down his foot path.
"Hey luv, looking for somewhere?" He smoothly looks over his shoulder to see google maps loading.
Her location glitches from a block away to her exact location.
"You have arrived at your destination!" Cheers a little google voice.
Mark looks up at her face and sees her facial features process.
Raised eyebrows in confusion. An, adorable, glare in thought. Dilated pupils in realisation. Wide eyes in excitement then a wider smile in happiness.
"Mark?" She side glances, not looking up from her device.
"Yes luv?" Mark smoothly says.
"It's nice to meet you!" She perks up and holds out a hand.
Mark grabs her hand and pulls her into a massive bear hug. Their laughter fills the air.
"You're here!" Mark says between his laughs. He slowly lowers her from his, *cough* strong and sexy arms, so her feet now touch the floor again.
She opens her eyes and looks him up and down.
"Sooo, lil ol' Markimallow from Wattpad is actually Markiplier from youtube. I'm either really dumb or your really smart"
"Neither are either" Mark says, abit breathless from his laughing fit.
(Y/n) just giggled and looks behind him. Her jaw drops when she sees his place.
"Nice house, earn't and deserved by the king of fnaf?" She smirks and looks up into Marks eyes.
Mark feels those butterflies in his tum-tum and decides to share them.
"Hey hey, no formalities, remember? You can just call me babe" He crosses his *cough* strong and sexy arms and winks at (Y/n).
She blushes lightly.
"Babe?" She pulls at the straps of her backpack.
"Or hotty or sexy or boyfriend. Just as long as I'm yours and your mine, then conditions two and three are guarantee".
"You haven't even asked me out" (Y/n) pouts.
Mark gets down on one knee and asks-
"Will you marry-"
"Okay! Okay, we'll go on that date, lets get settled in first" (Y/n) waves her hands, like jazz hands to silence Mark. Then she grabs his outstretched hand and pulls him off the ground.
"It's a deal~"
"And it's a date~"
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