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Chapter Two: Hardcore Music

Chapter Two: Hardcore music

Elliot

"Mark! You're making a damn mess!" I cry out, dodging the popcorn that flies out of the machine. He can't stop laughing at me, finding it somewhat amusing that I keep trying to not get hit by the hot pieces of freshly popped popcorn.

"Sorry, sorry." He says, finally not laughing, and shuts the thing off. We pour what popcorn we had made into a bowl, and I sprinkle sugar over the top of it to make it a little sweeter. If I'm honest, I'm not much of a fan of plain popcorn. I glance down at all of the pieces of popcorn scattered on the floor.

"Geez. You're so cleaning that up when we're finished with this movie," I scold him, carrying the bowl back to the living room. As I do, I look down at my phone to check the time. It's almost past midnight, and I'm impressed that Mark is still awake. He's probably exhausted from this flight. "You can sleep now, you know." I tell him, plonking the bowl down on the plush sofa. He shakes his head and sits beside me, taking a handful of popcorn and sitting next to the bowl.

"Nah, I'm good." He says with a crooked smile, chucking a few pieces of popcorn in his mouth. He holds one in his hand, hesitates, then throws it up in an arch toward me. I catch it in my mouth, grinning when I do.

"That was a total fluke," I say with a laugh, knowing that I could probably never do that again. "Okay, you can pick the movie whilst I go change." I tell him, and leave him to it. I slip into an oversized band t-shirt, the band being You Me at Six, pulling on some comfortable pyjama shorts on after. I walk back into the room, wondering what movie he picked.

"Zombieland, hell yeah!" He yells, and I put my hand on his mouth.

"Dude, the neighbours will kill me. Shush." I say, snatching my hand back before he licks it or something. He cowers away from me, acting like a child again.

"Okay, mum," He mumbles, reaching for something in his pocket. He pulls out his phone, but gives me a look before he does anything. "I can vlog, right?"

"Knock yourself out." I say, not really caring much about being on camera. I had shown myself once or twice in my own videos, but, generally, I wasn't much of a shy or self-conscious person. At least, not as bad I used to be. I'll talk about those times at another point.

"Hey there, everybody! It's Markiplier here and guess who I'm with!" He says, focusing the camera on himself for the moment so I don't get caught in the shot. He turns the camera then, catching me purposely pulling a stupid face. "Yay!" He calls out, pulling a silly face himself. "I've been here for about... I don't know, six hours?" He guesses, and I nod my head.

"Yeah, about that." I agree, checking the time again.

"Well, I've hung out with Wade and Molly earlier today, but they had to go. So now it's just me and Elliot and we're going to watch a movie! What're we watching, Elliot?" He asks me, turning the camera back to me once again.

"Zombieland, bitches." I say, making a rock hand and popping popcorn in my mouth with the other. Once Mark begins talking to the camera about what he's going to be doing in Cincinnati, I take another piece and throw it in his face. He pauses, pulling a grumpy cat face. He makes a noise, then shuts of the video. I burst out laughing once I do, holding the bowl close to me in case he decides to get revenge.

***

Once the movie finishes, we both decide that we should sleep as we are both exhausted. Mark, evidently, more than I am. After taking a shower and brushing his teeth, he settles in the guest room whilst I, of course, just take my own bedroom.