This Wasn't Supposed to Happen (A Markiplier Fanfiction)

Yay Me...

*** Six Months Later ***

Ruby’s Point of View

After that incident where I ran away, things were pretty different. Emma kind of cut ties with me, but Mark and I kept in touch a little bit, texting every once in a while. I eventually moved out of Pearls apartment, and moved into this really cheap one just a few miles away from my old home. Well, Emma and Marks home, I should say. Did I mention they moved in together? No? Well, they did.

I was laying on my small bed, my laptop in front of me and my phone next to me. I was aimlessly typing away, writing a fan fiction (Yes, I do that. Don’t judge!), when my phone buzzed next to me. I almost didn’t see who texted me, since I was tired from my long workday at the café, but something told me to answer it. When I looked down at the phone, I saw that it was Mark who had texted me. My stomach fluttered a bit when I opened it.

Mark: Hey, can I ask you some advice?

I squint my eyes together. “What the hell kind of advice would Mark need from me?” I ask myself as I text back.

Ruby: Yeah sure, what’s up?

I went back to typing, and after a few minutes, my phone buzzed again.

Mark: Which ring do you think Emma would like better?

He asked, along with two pictures of gorgeous wedding rings. One of them was a large, square diamond, surrounded by much smaller diamonds on the band. The other was a simple circular diamond on a gold band.

Ruby: Well, Emma does love flashy things, so I’d go with the first one. Why?

I hit send, and get an immediate answer.

Mark: I’m going to ask her to marry me.

I drop my phone once my eyes lay on those words. He’s… marrying her? I can feel my eyes well up with tears, and I try hard to hold them back. But then I realize that there is no reason to hold them back. This is my fault. That could be me. But I had to make all the wrong choices. I made this bed, and now I’m forced to sleep in it.

I pick my phone back up, which only landed right in front of me, and contemplate on typing a response.

“What would be the point? She’s going to say yes, and she’s going to marry the man you’re supposed to marry.” I say to myself, now frustrated. But I guess my fingers and my brain had two different ideas, since my fingers decided to type various responses.

‘How could you?’

‘You’re going to marry the wrong girl!’

‘I love you.’

All answers I would have loved to have sent. But then my brain took control again, and I sent something a little more appropriate.

Ruby: I… Wow. I’m so happy for you guys. I hope she says yes :)

Lies. All lies. I wasn’t happy for them. I wanted her to say no. As much as I didn’t want Mark to get hurt, I didn’t want them to get married. I should be the one saying ‘I do’ on that damn alter with Mark, not Emma.

What am I saying? I’m being so selfish! I should be happy for them. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I love Mark. I love Mark for than that selfish bitch ever will. But I can’t do anything about it now! Mark is going to ask to marry her, she’s going to say yes, and they’re going to live happily ever after. The end. I will always and only ever be the evil stepsister or whatever character gets screwed in those damn stories.

I was too busy thinking to myself that I didn’t even realize that my phone had went off.

Mark: Thanks for the advice! I’ll text you soon to tell you how it went.

Oh great, now I get to hear all about it.

 Yeah me…

Mark’s Point of View

I desperately waited for a text back from Ruby, but never got one. Damn it…

I should be lucky she helped me with ring advice. Emma is so damn bipolar sometimes that I never know what the hell she wants.

To be completely honest, I don’t even want to marry her. I’d rather marry Ruby. But Emma keeps dropping hints at it, and we have been dating for a while. So I figured let’s just get this out of the way.

I’ve wanted to dump Emma for some time now, but I’ve just never got the courage to do it. She doesn’t like to play video games, she’s always going shopping, and she flirts with, like, every guy to make me jealous I guess. She is practically the exact opposite of what I want. And what I want is Ruby.

But I guess I kind of screwed myself here. I never got the guts to dump Emma, and I never got the courage to ask Ruby out when I had the chance. Now all I can do is secretly text Ruby when Emma’s not home, because Emma will kill me if she finds out I’ve been talking to her.

After I saved Ruby, Emma made me practically ignore her whenever I saw her. I guess she didn’t want Ruby to steal me away, so that’s how I ended up in this situation.

Yay me…

 A/N 

Hey everyone! I'm like really really really really really really really really sorry I haven't updated in forever. I was just, not really feeling it, ya know? But anyway, that doesn't matter, because I am back! And updates should come more frequently from now on :D 

But sadly, there are only going to be a few chapters left, which kinda sucks becuase I love this story. But, I am going to make the ending plot twisty and as amazing as I possibly can! 

Thank you so much for sticking with me. I love all of you guys for that, and once again I apologize for taking forever to update. (Thank God for Maroon 5, or else this update may not have happened!) 

Love you, Ladies and Gents. 

Stay Classy 

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