Next Door Neighbor (CRANKGAMEPLAYS x READER)

-5-

Ethan's POV

Backstage, I peer into the crowd looking around for y/n. "What are you doing?" Mark asks me. I ignore him until I sport her. She was with Amy in the front row. She spotted me looking at her and gave me two little thumbs up. I turn around and whip out my phone. I open safari and quickly type how do you look someone in the eye and pretend you don't love them? "Okay, now you're freaking me out," Mark states as he snatches it from my hands. "wait are you serious. Ethan are you in love with me? Nah I'm kidding. I saw you googly eyeing y/n just now."

"First off," I take the phone back from him. "I don't love her."

"Your search history is saying something else."

"how do you know I'm not gay for you?"

"are you?" Mark asked, a tad frightened.

"no" I reply

"Now I know," Mark said, dragging me on stage to begin the panel. "HelL0 everybody my name Markiplier-this is Crinkgumpuls-and welcome to our panel." The crowd cheered. We spent most of the time trying to prove so-and-so was better than so-and-so. When we were halfway done with the panel, y/n stepped out for a moment to take a phone call. She looked really concerned. Now I'm concerned because she's concerned. She came back in crying. She wasn't frowning though, she was smiling more. Amy hugged her. I wanted to hug her. Our panel was over soon. I'll hug her soon. She got a text. Hey look I'm her background. She covered her mouth. Once again she rushed out of the room. Our panel ended and I rushed out to see her.
"Woahh," mark said grabbing my arm. "No need to bolt out of here."

"I have to go see Y/n."

"( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

"How did you say that? Nevermind I gotta see her." And with that, I raced out of there.

I looked around for her, nothing. Fans flooded around me. I took pictures with them because I didn't want to be rude, but when I saw her I booked it. "Hey y/n, are you ok?"

"Ok? Am I- Heh, am I ok? Yes, amazing, better than amazing, spectacular actually." She took out a makeup wipe and took off the mascara that ran down her cheeks. "My mom woke up."

"From her coma?"

She nodded vigorously "I gotta see her, like, now. Can you check in on my apartment every once and a while to make sure It doesn't explode or something?"

"Yeah, do you wanna swing by the hotel to get your stuff? I mean your bag is already packed, I can drive you there and then to the airport."

~~Time skippppp~~

We're standing right outside her gate. She was boarding in about 15 minutes. "I'm going to use the restroom really quickly," I say, giving myself a moment to think about the situation I was in. I splashed some water in my face, and pace around. "Am I really just going to let her go? When will she even comeback? Will she ever comeback? What if she doesn't come back?"
"Dude," I heard from a bathroom stall "if you love her just tell her. If you don't want her to go don't let her go." I thought about what man in the bathroom said as I walked out. After I had thought about everything, Her mom, that random guy, the fact that I love her, and the really nice timed song playing, I decided to tell her.

"Have a safe flight y/n."

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(Word count- 608)