since eighth grade. → markiplier

Chapter Twenty-Four: Halloween Eve

Chapter Twenty-Four: Halloween Eve

Ellie

I rub my tired eyes, eating a bowl of cereal in front of the TV. Mark still wasn’t awake, and I was fed up with being alone. I place the now empty bowl onto the table, stretching my muscles before I head up to Mark’s room. Before I do, I take my time to check the date on my phone. It’s been a while since I had, and I like keeping track of time. I soon realize that it is the thirtieth of October, meaning that it is Halloween Eve. Is that even a thing? Well, it is now.

“Mark?” I call up the stairs, just before I go up. He might be awake already, who knows? He might be having a lazy day. I get a groan in response, so I roll my eyes to myself and walk up. I open his room, finding him sprawled across his bed, shirtless and on his back. His forearm shields his eyes from the pale, morning light steaming in through his window. “Get up, lazy arse.” I say, picking up a soft cushion from the floor.

“…Five more minutes,” He mutters into the crook of his elbow, shuffling slightly in his sleep. I let out a sigh, dropping the cushion and walking over to him. I realize that I desperately want to place my hand on his skin, to trace his abs with my fingertips. I gently place my hand on Mark’s forearm, moving it so I can see his face. He frowns a little, but doesn’t open his eyes, whether he has fell asleep again or not, and mutters something inaudible. I feel a burst of courage erupt through me, and I press my lips to his. The collision finally causes him to be awake, if a little stunned, and he gazes up at me. “C’mere.” He murmurs, and I raise an eyebrow. He holds an arm out to me, signalling for me to lie beside him. He’s not wearing his glasses. Fuck, man, he’s so adorable.

I let out a breath of defeat, but it’s not like I don’t want to be beside him. I crawl onto the bed, lying opposite him. He turns his body so that he is facing me, and he finally opens his eyes properly, even if it takes a while. He wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. I presume that he’s just trying to hold me, but he almost instantly leans in for another kiss. This time, though, he bites and tugs on my lower lip a little. A sound, created from the back of my throat, escapes my lips and causes Mark to smile against the kiss. Ugh, great. He knows I like when he bites my lip, now. He’s so going to use this against me.

“Mark…” I say slowly, pressing my hand onto his chest as he pulls himself above me. I can’t seem to get any more words out, though, as Mark is relentless in the kiss. When we break apart, both of us are left breathless. “Douche.” I mutter, gazing up at the ceiling as I catch my breath.

“What?” He asks, trying his hardest to look like a hurt child when I look over at him. I reach out for his hand, longing his touch. I clasp it, wrapping my fingers around his.

“I just came to wake you up, but you kiss me like that? Shirtless?” I whine, causing him to laugh. His laugh is deep and a little sleepy, and this causes a sigh to escape my lips. I hope that it is quiet enough for him not to hear, but he did. He raises an eyebrow, looking slightly cocky.

“I mean, nothing’s stopping us from… you know,” He tells me, all serious. I feel my eyes widen as I look at him, where finally his serious face crumbles and he bursts into laugher. “Geez, Ellie, chill. I wasn’t being serious.” He says, causing me to let out a breath. I roll my eyes at him, socking him on the shoulder. After a moment of silence passes, I chew on my lower lip.