A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 8

Mark had to go. You guess he had to work or something. You wondered what Mark did. You texted (bf/n) and asked him if he'd want to come over later and watch a movie with you. He told you he'd be there sometime soon. He was hanging out with one of his guy friends.

You got out one of your newer movies and put it in the DVD player, then started popping popcorn.

After about an hour he walked in. He was sweaty and had a somewhat dazed face, "Sorry, babe, we were playing basketball in Kyle's driveway."

He seemed kind of suspicious. He smelled weird. He was pretty tired looking. He just didn't seem the same. You didn't think he was playing basketball, but what else would he be doing at a friends house?

You sat together and watched the movie. When he left, you decided to text Mark. You didn't feel like talking to (bf/n) after how weird he'd acted.

You- Hi, Mark.

Mark- Hey! What's up?

You- Nothing really... just sitting.

Mark- you okay? You seem off.

You- yes, just fine.

Mark- alright.

You decided to try and get to know him a little better, so you called him instead, because texting wasn't really much of your thing.

He picked up, "Yes?" His deep voice made you smile. "Hey, I just thought I'd try to, y'know get to know you a little better."

"So you're saying you want to ask me questions? As in, personal questions." You could almost hear his smirk.

"Yes, I guess you could say that."

"Ask away."

"Well, how old are you for one? If you're wondering, I'm 22."

"Well, I happen to be 25," he said casually. You talked to him for almost an hour and learned a crap load about him. You found out he was a famous gamer on YouTube, the channel being Markiplier. You hadn't ever heard of it before. You learned about his past life, the tumor, his life before he moved to LA. You told him about your life. About how your parents had died in a car crash when you were 8. How you had drawn practically since you were born, about your crazy grandmother helping you get through life.

"You know Mark, I've never told anyone my whole backstory in an hour before," you giggled cautiously, "I usually tell it over a period of time. I haven't even told my boyfriend all that. You must be pretty special for me to tell you all this."

You could feel warmth spread to your cheeks; he was silent on the other side of the phone. He stayed silent.

"Mark?" You asked, hoping he didn't hang up. "I'm here, (f/n), just thinking," he said after a second. "What about?"

"Me being special," he said, laughing. You knew that wasn't what he really wanted to say.