A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 7

You looked at him confused. But then decided not to ponder on why he wanted to learn. "Okay. Come sit here," you responded. You got up and got your sketchbook then sat next to him.

You grabbed a pencil off the coffee table. You slowly draw an outline of a face, explaining to him as you went along. He nodded along as you drew the body of the person.

"Wanna try?" You asked him and he nodded nervously. He took the pencil and the sketchbook, lying it on his leg, he pressed down hard on the paper, trying to copy your drawing. You touched his hand, making him lift it off the paper, "Don't press so hard, you might need to erase somewhere."

He nodded slightly, you could see his cheeks begin to redden at the touch of your hands. You guided his hand gently along, helping him create an image.

He smiled a little bit, "This is really cool, drawing and all. Hey, (f/n), you should draw me!"

"I don't know, Mark."

"Oh, please please please!"

You sighed and gave in. He squealed in happiness then laid on the ground on his side with a hand holding his hand up, trying to act sexy, but failing. Well... not quite failing. Stop (f/n) you shouldn't be thinking like that anyways, you have a boyfriend.

"Paint me like one of your French girls," he said in a weird "French" accent. You laughed, and what was funnier was that your painting of the Eiffel Tower was just above him.

You didn't want to take too long so you took a few minutes to draw a quick sketch of him, "Done. Wanna see?" He nodded and you turned the sketch pad around to let him see. "I think that actually looks better than real life me," he stared at it. "Now my turn to draw you."

He lead you to where he just was and then put a finger under your chin, which made you have tingles, and lifted it, making you look a certain way. He moved one arm down to your side and made you have the other on your hip. "Perfect. Do not move or I'll have to exterminate you."

You laughed a bit and he said, "No! Don't move!" He had a serious yet funny face. His brown eyes looked at you up and down as he drew and you could feel his eyes burning into your skin when he looked at you. After a few minutes he said he was done and showed you his masterpiece. The drawing was a stick figure of you. He had the biggest grin on his face, "You like?"

"Yes, Mark, I love it. It looks exactly like me," you giggled.

You both laughed and looked at each other. There was that look in his eyes he had in the store yesterday. You couldn't explain it, but it was as if he was trying to tell you something with his emotion filled eyes.