You Can Trust Me - A Markiplier Fanfic

Chapter Six: Well That's New

Since I had arrived in L.A. and met Mark, neither of us had divulged too much about our careers. We both worked from home, and at times had appointments and getherings to attend, but neither of us had spoken much about it. That is, until we were forced to.

"MARKIPLIER!!!" The shrill voice cut through the afternoon air like a knife. I spun around to view a tiny girl dragging an even tinier boy. Neither of them looked older than twelve, but they both seemed very interested in Mark.

"Oh my GOSH, Mark, it's you! I watch like, all your videos and-"

"And she hogs the headphones! I like your videos just as much, and- and"

"Woah kiddos, calm down." Mark smiled charmingly at the siblings and their winded mother, who had just caught up with her suddenly rowdy children. He knelt down, smiling, and put out his hand. "What are your names?"

"I'm Annie-"

"And I'm Arthur!" The two kids shook his hand vigorously, both of them holding his outstretched hand at once. I stood by, confused but more or less entertained. The mother approached me with apologetic eyes.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt your day, my kids just lost it when they saw him. He's their favorite YouTuber. I'm always hearing it from the living room or the back of the car. Mark player or something? Anyway, they're on their tablet all day, laughing and debating what video to play next." I watched Mark interact with the kids curiously. The mother continued, "Usually I'd make them go outside or something, but watching those videos is the only thing they get along doing. They've actually gotten a lot closer thanks to him." I smiled at the woman in wonder.

"Really? That's so sweet... My brother and I never got along. Not until I moved out at least. But even then, we barely contact each other anymore... I'm sure Mark will appreciate knowing that he's helped these two." She smiled, and thanked Mark and I for our time as she gathered up her children. In the time I had been speaking to the mother, Mark had signed the boy's t-shirt and done the same to a shoe for the little girl. I raised my eyebrows at him, making Mark laugh and shrug his shoulders.

"I make YouTube videos," he offered.

"So I've heard," I laughed. "I think those kids' heads nearly exploded."

"Eh, almost." He smiled at me and we continued our walk. "I'm sure art people approach you sometimes, going crazy about your paintings and stuff." I nudged him with my elbow.

"Oh, sure. People from all over greet me with screams and praise for how I've changed their kids' lives."

"Is that what their mom said?" Mark looked out at the cityscape nonchalantly, but I could hear a twinge of serious interest in his voice.

"Apparently they only get along when they watch your videos. It may seem like a little thing, but it meant a lot to her."

"Yeah.. I do what I do because I love it, and it's fun. But honestly, nothing makes it more satisfying than knowing I'm doing all I can to help people. To make things better. Even if it's just by one smile a day."

By now we had reached the center of a beautiful park, and Mark sat down on a bench, patting the spot next to him. I sat with him and looked out at the many people scattered around the huge field enjoying the sunny day. Families and couples and all kinds of games could be seen, but the distance was just enough that it was still relatively quiet at our secluded spot. After a moment, I realized that Mark was looking at me, and I turned to see why.

"Can I help you?" I mused. Mark chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.

"Just enjoying the view." His lips curled up into a goofy smile. I felt my heart twinge.

"That's the cheesiest line in the book." I tried to keep my blushing to a minimum by looking back out to the park. "I think all your cheese is gonna make me lactose intolerant or something." We both laughed at that.

"Well darn," He said with a hint if playful sarcasm. "And I thought taking you to a park to ask you out wouldn't have been cheesy at all."

"Yeah," I smiled. A moment of silence passed as I processed what was just said. "Wait, what?" I looked at Mark a little startled. He gently brushed a few strands of hair from my face and met my gaze with his warm, kind eyes.

"Going out: a slang term for establishing that maybe you'd want to be my girlfriend, and that I would like to be your boyfriend." His smile made it hard enough to think, and now he was... asking me out? I stared at him in slight disbelief for a few moments before finally snapping out of it.

"Oh! Oh my gosh, yes," I was surely bright red by now. "Yes, I would love that." Mark grinned and pulled me close to him as he kissed me. I couldn't stop laughing from joy, so I just wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tight as I reveled in our new status.