A Difference (Markiplier X Reader)

Chapter 20

You and Mark had stayed there for a few days after Christmas, then you had flied out to Mark's mom's.

You were afraid his mom wouldn't like you. You were hopeful that she did. Mark assured that she would love you.

When you landed, he got a rental car and drove to his mom's house. You twiddled your the thumbs.

He pulled into her house and you both got out of the car. He lead you up to the front door, leading you in, "Knock knock everybody," he said as small children began to jump all over him. You giggled a little bit. After the kids got off him his mother gave him a hug as well as his brother. His brother looked more like his mother than Mark did.

"Who's this?" Mark's mother smiled at you. "Mom, this is (f/n). She's my girlfriend." Her smile didn't fade but her eyes weren't too happy. You weren't sure if she liked you or hated you already.

She changed her attention back to Mark. She told him that his present was in the living room. Mark nodded in response. Tom playfully punched Mark on the shoulder and Mark hit him back. He lead you into the living room and introduced you to everyone. You waved to everyone.

You had stayed there for a couple of days and you were pretty sure Mark's mother didn't like you. She just kind of avoided you.

One day you heard Mark talking to her about you, but she cut him off by saying that he didn't need to be spending his time around someone like me. You heard him, sigh in frustration, "Mom, this girl means a lot to me, I don't care what you say about her. She is one of the best aspects of my life."

You started to tear up and went outside, sitting on the porch steps. Tom must have seen you walk out and followed you, "Hey, (f/n), what's wrong?"

"Well, you're mom doesn't really seem to like me," you said, sniffling.

Tom shook his head, "It's not like that. She just cares for us. She fears that someone will hurt us. It's not that she doesn't like you, it's just that she hasn't gained your trust yet. Don't feel bad." He patted your back and gave you a friendly look, "To be honest, you and Mark are good for each other." With that he got up and walked back inside. You and Mark were good together? You knew you were, but you'd never really heard anyone else say it.