Chapter Nineteen: Scared?
By the way, guys, I have decided that I am going to muddle up the time a bit, so I will be saying that Mark is publishing videos at different points than he actually did. Does that make sense?
Btw, excuse the gif, I though it was funny xD
Ellie
When on the plane, Mark reaches out and entwines his fingers with mine. I smile gratefully at him, feeling extremely nervous about leaving Ohio. I had never been out of the state for more than a month, so being away from there forever was a huge step. I squeeze Mark’s hand slightly in thanks for taking my hand in his. It sure does help ease the nerves, even if I get the sensation of being on a rollercoaster when his skin brushes mine.
I rest my head on my spare hand, gazing out of the window at the clouds. From this point, where I can see all of the white, puffy clouds, it makes the world look as if it has been taken over by snow.
I unhook my hand from Mark’s as I reach for my plane bag, pulling out my sketchbook and few pencils. I place it in my lap, chewing the end of a pencil for a moment as I think of something to draw. I hadn’t drawn since… well, you know what, and I had been lacking of inspiration since.
Before I can let an overwhelming amount of ideas attack my mind as they usually do, I press the pencil to the paper and begin sketching. For a while, I’m not even quite sure what I’m drawing. However, I soon begin to mutate the smooth curves into two people. Two people who are posing goofily, their eyes crossed and their cheeks sucked in.
Mark lets out a small laugh, so I pause and turn to him with a questioning expression.
“What’s funny?” I ask.
“Oh, it’s just that I remember when we took a picture like that.” He says, nodding his head to my drawing. I scan over the sketch for a moment, trying to recall the memory. Soon, the time of when I had finally turned twenty-one and we both went out and got shit-faced drunk flashes before my eyes. We had found a photo booth at the mall, don’t ask how we ended up there, and we had took a bunch of goofy pictures. I let out my own laugh.
“Oh, yeah. I remember that, too,” I say, reaching for my purse which is stuffed into my bag. I pull it out, revealing the picture. “This?” I ask, handing it over to him. Mark takes it from me, peering at it for a moment. A grin spreads on his face.
“Yeah, that,” He tells me, passing the crumpled and slightly faded picture back to me. “You still have it?” He asks, looking a little surprised.
“It was only four years ago. Yes, Mark, I still have it.” I say, stuffing the picture into my purse again and then shoving that into my bag.
“You know, I was going to ask you out on your birthday.” He mutters, and I turn to him with a stupid smile on my face.
“Honestly? That’s adorable. Why didn’t you?” I ask, looking at him.
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since eighth grade. → markiplier
FanficElliot Waterson and Mark Fischbach have been best friends since the eighth grade. When Mark moves away to LA, though, Elliot begins to realize how much she misses her friend. When he returns for a couple of weeks, what emotions will bloom? Will they...