Is Love a Game? (Markiplier x Reader)

Food? Yes, please.

(A/n) I know, I suck. To be fair, I decided to start this at two, almost three, in the morning. Anywho, I'm sorry. And I'm writing this on my tablet, so if you see any typos, point them out and I'll fix them eventually.

After about two hours of box moving, and laughing our lungs out due to horrible puns, jokes and references, it was starting to get kinda late, well, late enough to want dinner. I seemed to realize this just as Mark did, seeing as how he asked me about dinner. The conversation went as follows; Mark asks, "food?", And I replied, "yes please". What can I say, food is one of my weaknesses. "Well seeing as how you just moved in, I doubt you've got food stocked up in your fridge, so how about we visit the Taco Bell down the street?" Mmm, tacos. "Sure" was my reply. Reality hit me harder than Dean hit on random girls while he was in high school (I'm such a nerd ;)), my celebrity crush, has not only had a conversation that lasted longer than a minute with me, but also agreed to get tacos. I almost squeal from happiness. Anyways, at taco bell, after we got our food and sat down, we talked for awhile, till we got kicked out of the taco bell. We walked back to our apartments and separated, going to our own places, after trading numbers in case one of us needs something. When I walk in, I get a welcome from my pug, Jello.

Jello is my baby girl, and she's quite the sweetheart. I love her. She's helped me through a lot, and I've raised her from a pup. Her unceasing tugs on my pant leg means she wants to go to bed, and as i yawn, i realize i want to as well. That ends my eventful day.

(A/N) i got the idea for Jello from a friend, if you don't like her name, you can change it. But otherwise, hey, I made a new chapter. I found the pictures online.