You Can Trust Me - A Markiplier Fanfic

Chapter Three: You Can Do That?

"You want to do what in a store?" I looked at Mark incredulously. He laughed at my puzzled expression and grabbed a shopping cart, gesturing for me to grab one too.

"They're Walmart Games. You know.. Walking around, messing with stuff, playing games and pranks, that sort of thing."

"Ohh," I tried to sound like I knew what he was talking about. I guess it wasn't very convincing, because he smiled and reassured me.

"Don't worry. It's a boatload of fun!" And with that he stepped onto the lower rack of the cart and pushed off toward the aisles--superman style. I hesitated, looking around waiting for someone to yell at him or blow a whistle or something. But no one blinked an eye. It seemed that the other people here had grown apathetic to the silly adventures of young trouble makers, and were going about their business as usual. I guess you get used to seeing stupid things in the city. Mark waved at me from two aisles down.

"Come on! What are you waitin' for?" I looked down at my own cart, unsure. Placing my foot on the bottom rack, I gently pushed off, trying to keep in complete control of the cart. I slowly glided across the main walkway, as people parted indifferently on either side as if I were just another customer. I began giggling at their flat expressions. By the time I made it over to Mark I was in a laughing fit, scooting around on the cart like a complete dork. He laughed with me, bumping into my cart with his own.

Before I knew it, we were racing like a couple of little kids. We made racecar noises and dashed down the aisles, grabbing items off the shelf as we went along. After we had everything I needed from groceries, I steered us down the furniture section and abandoned my cart to collapse into a bean bag chair. Mark did the same, landing a little too roughly, and hit his head on the shelf behind us. I would have checked to see if he was alright if we hadn't both been laughing so hard. But eventually, our roaring settled into contented sighs, and I smiled over at him.

"Thank you," I said. "For helping.. And for all the fun." He chuckled and waved a hand in the air.

"No problem. I actually haven't had that much fun in a store for a while." His wandering eyes turned back to mine and for a moment, we just looked into each others eyes. My heart fluttered, prompting me to drop my gaze to the floor. I could still feel him looking at me, and I wasn't sure what to say. I started looking around for a decent futon when his fingers gently brushed my arm. I unintentionally flinched from the contact. He pulled away quickly with an apologetic look, but didn't say a word. When I finally turned toward him, his face was twisted up in an emotion I couldn't register. His eyes didn't leave my arm as he spoke.

"What happened..?" He was quiet. Reserved, yet troubled. I self consciously crossed my arm, contemplating giving him the truth.

"I.." I stopped. Even if I wanted to tell him, I couldn't find the words. "I'd rather not.. talk about it. Not right now, anyway." Mark simply nodded his head, seeming to understand.

"Okay... When you do want to talk about it, I'm here." This time it was my turn to nod. I stood up and pointed to a futon on the shelf.

"This one looks nice." I tried putting on a smile. Though I could tell Mark was bothered, he put one on as well.

"Alright. Whatever m'lady desires!" His playful tone was back, and I was grateful for it. He pulled the awkwardly long box from the shelf and placed it in a cart. From there we headed to electronics, where I picked up a few needed cords and faced confession.

"You don't what?" Mark seemed genuinely confused.

"I don't.. I don't have a phone. Anymore. It's complicated. I've basically been without text, call and internet for a few months. Which has been awful, because I'm horribly addicted to YouTube."

Mark seemed to choke on his own laughter. I gave him a concerned look, which only made it worse. What's so funny? I payed for my phone and time card, letting him giggle at himself.

"You done, princess?" I smiled playfully.

"Yes, quite finished," he replied in a fancy tone. I gently punched his arm and headed to the checkout. There wasn't a lot in the two carts other than the futon and food, but it was already one o'clock, and I could tell we weren't going to get much else done here. We checked out and loaded Mark's car, deciding to drop off the stuff at home before going to lunch. The entire car ride home, Mark made commentary on the other drivers and I couldn't help but laugh the entire way. Somewhere during the drive, I found myself getting lost in his silly expressions. It was at that very moment that I was struck with a thought.

Oh, shit. I'm falling for a total goofball.