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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Weird

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Old Friends

Dedicated To (My Very Good Friend): Bryony! (OswinOswld). You're the best, girl, keep doing what you're doing!

[This song is for you - I know you love it ;)]

Mark 

I wake up slowly, peacefully, finding myself drifting in and out of consciousness. But, when I finally do wake from my slumber, it isn't because of my alarm going off, or even because somebody is calling me. I daren't move from my relaxed position, the white sheets that cover my body stained yellow and orange from the sunlight pouring through the window. I feel a weight on my chest, and shift my head a little to see a sleeping Elliot. I almost choke on my emotions - she's so damn beautiful. And, last night, I got to show her how much I love her. 

Her hand lays on my chest, directly above my heart, and her head lays next to that. Her brown hair fans out behind her, and I find an urge to run my hand through it. When I do, I find that it is as silky soft as I remember it being yesterday. Her eyelashes brush my skin, her lips slightly parted open as she begins to stir slightly. She blinks rapidly for a moment, letting out a tiny yawn. She is so fucking adorable, it's ridiculous. I shift my arm a little, the one that is wrapped around her shoulder, and squeeze her body slightly. She grins, sitting up from her position to stretch and paw at her tired, misty grey eyes. She sighs, lying back down on my chest, her arm around me. 

"Good morning, Ellie." I murmur, watching as she begins nuzzling her head into my chest. I turn my head, letting my chin rest on top of her head of curls. 

"Mm... morning." She replies softly, a small smile stretching across her lips. I run my hand through her hair, loving the feel of it between my fingers.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask her quietly, not wanting to be loud. I fear that, if I spoke normally, all relaxation would be snatched away from the moment. 

"I did, actually. No nightmares. Or dreams, even," She tells me, sighing against my skin. "You?" She asks, tracing patterns on my chest and abs, just like I'm doing with her back. 

"No nightmares or dreams for me, either," I admit, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "You want breakfast?" I question, feeling my heart flutter at the sight of her beaming. 

"Yes, please," She says, and, just before I can get up, she catches my face and presses her lips to my cheek. "Thank you. I love you." 

"I love you, too." I tell her, watching as she pulls the covers up to her chin, snuggling up into the warmth. I pull on boxers and my Markiplier pants, remaining shirtless like I do almost every morning. I rub my eyes for a moment, pulling my glasses on soon after. 

Ellie 

I lie there, desperately trying to suppress the smile on my face. However, I can't help it. Thing may have been moving a little too fast, as me and Mark have only been together for roughly two months, but it felt so... right. Nothing about it had seemed off, forced, or... not genuine. I was ready, Mark was ready, so what's wrong with that? We're both happy. Right?

I slip out of bed, pulling on some underwear and pyjamas afterwards. I run my hand through my hair, tying it up in a ponytail afterwards. I needed a shower - both I and Mark did - but that could wait till after breakfast. Just as I am about to burst open the door, to walk downstairs and follow the aromas smell of cooking foods, my phone buzzes. I frown, leaning down onto the floor to scoop it up. 

I realize that I am getting a Skype call - one from a friend that I hadn't spoken to in a while. A grin spreads on my mouth, and I find myself sitting cross-legged on Mark's bed as I answer it. As soon as it turns on, I break out into a smile.