I miss you...

Merry Christmas Markimoo

It's almost Christmas, which means we'll be going back to Cincinnati to visit his family. "Hey rachel!" I got up from the living room couch I was sitting on and walked to the recording room he was in, "yeah?" I asked curiously he looked nervous? "You okay?" I asked coming over to him and rubbing circles onto his back "yeah. I have to ask you something" I stopped and sat down in my recording chair "ok, shoot" I blew off his serious tone but after noticing his lack of eye contact I began fidgeting with my fingers nervously "I'm going to comic con after Christmas and I want to make a v-log about it" I smiled, could it be he was ready to tell his fans now? "Okay, well let me change outfits I look like a wreck" I explained getting up but before I could get out the door his hand engulfed my wrist so I gave him a questioning look "I don't want to tell them right now..and it's not you I just don't want to lose subscribers!" Did I just hear him right? "What?" I asked dumbfounded he looked to the ground as he repeated himself. "Are you serious?! You promised! You know it's like your embarrassed of me!" I was seeing red, all I could do was cry gently "no I'm not I promise, I just don't want to upset the fangirls. What if it makes them you know...kill themselves?" I shook my head in disbelief "I'm your girlfriend Mark! Either it's me or the fangirls." I gave him the ultimatum and he actually sat there and thought about it "see the fact that you have to think about it is what's wrong with us! You don't want to give up your damn bachelor life on the Internet! What is it? Is it the feeling of thousands of girls wanting you? I bet that's it. And you just don't want them to move on from you! Yeah I figured it out didn't i?" I didn't even wait for a response I left the room packing my suitcases "what are you doing?" Mark asked walking in on me packing "I'm leaving until you figure out who you want. It's me or the fangirls, I'm not asking for you to stop your damn channel but I'm asking for you to fucking respect me! First asking about being in a relationship and now this shit? I honestly don't know how much more I can take" I grabbed my phone and purse and left...ignoring Mark yelling my name, I didn't care right now.

I sat in my car and seen my lanyard I'd hung on the mirror with a picture of me and Mark at the university of Cincinnati, I broke down and cried...I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, I didn't bother looking at it. I drove to the nearest Ramada hotel and booked a three day stay, that's all the time he has to make a choice.

I got in the room and flopped on the bed. I took out my phone and began texting Mark 'you have three days to decide, you can let me know before Christmas Day your decision.' And with that I laid back, he texted back 'okay, but I love you Rachel' I broke down 'I love you too, now hurry and decide so I can come back home' I couldn't stay mad at Mark..I seriously couldn't. So for now I'd just take it easy and do some shopping? Yeah. I grabbed my keys once more and began driving to the mall.

I sighed and began going in and out of stores buying whatever the hell I picked up not really caring about the debt consequences later. After hitting up Bath and body works and F.Y.E I had already blown sixty bucks... I then continued my wrath to Wet Seal and Forever 21. About three hundred and fifty bucks later I left to go to lunch, Cracker Barrel..me and Marks favorite. I ended up ordering chicken and dumplings..marks favorite, I hated it. Today wasn't going well so I just went back to the hotel before I could depress myself any further.

After returning to the hotel I just laid back into the bed checking Twitter and then going to sleep.

The next morning I got up instantly checking my phone..nothing, and tomorrows Christmas. We're supposed to go to his moms house and come out as a relationship but apparently he was still thinking on it. I began checking Twitter and began stalking Mark, there was a few pictures of Mark and his brother and then some with his dog Lucy...they looked relevant and not too old, I went thru more tweets and sure enough in black and white "I'm back in Cincinnati! To celebrate Christmas of course! It's not like I miss it, pfft." He left without me? My heart sunk into my abdomen "he left me..." I whispered to myself. Right then and there I knew his choice, his fans..over me.

So I went back to his apartment and packed everything i owned, and set the key on the coffee table and left. I didn't leave a note or anything I just left.

When I got back to the hotel I arranged a flight back to Cincinnati so I could just go back to living at my old apartment, since I didn't give it up when I moved, I just put it in my dads name. I called him to fill him in trying not to cry but failing miserably. "Dad?" I mumbled "hey baby Girl! I'm glad you're calling! I thought you forgot about little old me in cincy!" That's when the tears began flowing "da-ad" i hiccuped "Rachel? What's wrong? Is everything ok?" I sniffled "me and Mark are split up, I'm coming home tomorrow...can I have my apartment back?" I pleaded still sobbing "of course darling, you're welcome back home anytime, you know that. Is this for good or...?" I cleared my throat "yeah..and I'm quitting my channel..I'll work a normal job" I let out some deep breaths and heard him sigh over the line "there's an opening at GameStop! I know you've always wanted to work there, well you did when you where sixteen. I could put in a good word for you" I smiled "thanks daddy, I have to go. I'll see you tommorow." I felt a little more better "okay, be safe and I love you rachel, always remember that" I smiled at the phone once more "I love you too, bye" and hung up. By tomorrow my life would be inevitably normal..like anyone else's. I opened my laptop and deleted my channel, not giving the fans any warning or any reasons just erasing its existence.

All I could do now is pray life goes on without Marks contact, I deleted my Twitter and Instagram but kept my facebook I only privated it. Last but not least marks number and pictures in my phone...my fingers glided around the little trash can symbol but I couldn't do it. I just couldn't so I called it a day and laid back wanting to just disappear.

[A/N] hey guys! I'm getting close to the ending of this story. I wasn't originally going to end it this way but I'm losing interest and motivation for this story so it may be two or three more parts, I'm not sure yet though. So yeah :) see ya later!