And I...: A MarkiplierxReader ✔

Chapter 13: Confession

Mark's POV

I couldn't help but keep glancing over at (YN.) She was so curious as to where I was taking her, she just couldn't sit still. We were on the highway and every sign we passed that said something was up ahead she would continuously ask "Oh, is that where we're going!?" I thought it was rather cute in all honesty. Finally we arrived at our destination. I parked the car, and she was rather inquisitive. She hadn't seen any signs, and there was no notification when parking where we were. It was just a large parking lot full of cars. Without saying a word I got out, went around and opened the door for her. I locked the car behind us and we began to walk. We came to a set of ticket booths, and a giant awning 'Welcome to the L.A Zoo.' We approached the ticket booth, and I asked for 2 General Admission tickets. (YN) took a hold on my arm, "this will be fun!" she said with a gleam in her eye. I was rather happy that she liked the idea of going to the L.A Zoo. As we entered, we immediately walked right into a shopping area. There were food stands on the left, and a giant gift shop on the right. Right next to the entrance gate there were maps. I took one, and unfolded it. "So, what's your favorite animal?" I asked her. She started thinking about it. She points down at the map. "Owls. Hands down." I refolded the map. "Perfect, then let's start with the bird exhibit." 
End POV

Your POV

My feet were killing me, I obviously didn't wear the right shoes for this. I should have worn something more comfortable to walk in. It didn't help that it was unbelievably hot out. I didn't wanna complain though, I didn't want Mark to get the impression I whine a lot over little things, although I sometimes do. We came across the building in which housed the bird exhibit. Like a gentleman he held the door open for me. We roamed around the exhibit for a while seeing all types of different birds, I was mostly excited to see the different breeds of owls. "They're so majestic. To me, the symbolize freedom more then an eagle does. I think that's why I love them so much. They're so beautiful and carefree." 

From the Bird Exhibit we found our pay to the reptile house. Mark seemed rather fascinated in here.
After the reptile house, we spent the next 3 hours just walking around stopping to visit an animal we crossed paths with. Finally we went to see the last animal on our list, penguins. Although I love enguins they didn't have my attention. I spent most of my time thinking about the kiss last night. Even just imagining it gave me tingles 'It was just a kiss, why can't I stop thinking about it? Surely it didn't mean anything to either of us?' I got one more surprise if you're up for it." Mark said. I looked up and we locked eyes. It felt just like last night, I just smiled at him. "Absolutely." All of a sudden he took my hand. "Cool. Why don't we go get an ice cream, swing b the gift shop and get out of here?" I grinned and nodded in agreement. We walked what felt like at least a mile, by this point my feet were throbbing from these shoes. Next to the gift shop was an ice cream cart. I got myself a Popsicle that looked like a panda bear. Mark got himself a snakepop. Literally a Popsicle made to look like a snake. I sat on a nearby bench, and he sat down right next to me. "So, did you have fun?" he asked. I took a couple of licks off my Popsicle and told him I did enjoy myself. "I haven't been to the Zoo since I was about 8 years old. Thank you for taking me here," Once again, he took my hand and assured me the pleasure was all his."Well, thank you for joining me." I just blushed and grinned. I felt like an idiot, blushing and smiling seems to be the only thing I can do around him.

"So, did you want to go through the gift shop?" Mark asked. I stood up off the bench, threw out my garbage and told him I'd like that. We made a short walk to the gift shop and looked around. "It's all so cute." I felt like a kid in a candy store. There were plushies of many different specifies and breeds of animals, jewellery and of course candy. I decided I wanted a plushie of a penguin, and I also grabbed a box of Jelly Belly's from the counter. The cashier slips my items into a bag, and Mark offers to pay."It was expensive enough to get in here, and you bought me ice cream, at least let me pay for this." I suggested. Mark was persistent about it, but allowed me to pay myself. I walked out of the gift shop, bag in hand and started heading towards the exit. I thought Mark was with me, but apparently not. 'Where'd he go?'Shortly after he comes strolling out of the Gift Shop, he comes over to me and holds his hand up to me. There was something in his hand. "What's that?" He just shrugged. "I felt a little uncomfortable not buying your stuffed animal, so I had to get you something. It's not much, but just a small memento from our first date." I pick the item out of his hand, it was a key chain, of 2 owls sitting on a tree branch holding wings. I blush and thanked him. I opened my purse and got out my keys. Then it hit me. "Although I appreciate the gift, you specifically say 'our first date' like you're certain there'lll be another." He seemed to be taken back by my moment and I immediately felt guilty. 'I must have sounded like a total bitch.' I thought to myself. "Well, I'm hoping there will be." He looked up from my keys and into my eyes. 'I have died. I have died and gone to Heaven. I was attacked by a venomous snake in the reptile house and I am now dead. There is no why I just heard one of the sweetest, and good looking guys I've ever met say he wants another date.' I put the keys back in my purse, and this time take his hand. "Yeah, me too."
We made our way back to the parking lot; hand in hand. My mind was racing, my heart was pounding. 'This date's not even over yet and so far it's beyond perfection. He's funny, smart and handsome. The date isn't even over yet and I'm already looking forward to the next time I get to see him.'

We left and headed back to the parking lot. On the way to where ever Mark was taking me, we spent that time getting to know more about one another. He told me more about his family and his move to LA. Then all of a sudden the car in front of us made an immediate stop. We swerved to avoid hitting it but we lost control and began to spin across 3 lanes of traffic. Luckily Mark managed to get control of the car and pulled over on the side of the highway. I began to cry instantly. Mark sat there hyperventilating for a moment, but when he noticed I was crying he jumped out of the car and ran over to my side. He opened the door and hugged me. "Are you okay!?" I couldn't speak. I was in shock. Mark kissed the top of my head and asked again, "Are you hurt?" I shook my head no. He looked at me and whipped my tears. 'Why is it every time I'm with this guy I end up crying for one reason or another.' Once he made sure I was in a more relaxed state he went back to the drivers seat and pulled back onto the freeway. I was rather quiet and still shedding tears. Once again, he asked "are you sure you're okay?" I whipped my tears and tried my best to give him a smile to assure him that I was fine, when in fact I was not. My cheeks became hot, and I couldn't help but continue to cry, and that's when I told him. "My dad... just a few days before my 18th birthday, he was on his way home from work. He was usually home around 5:30 every night. He was late and we just figured he got held back at work. My mom couldn't get any answer on his cell phone, and we didn't think much of it. Finally around 10pm there was a knock on the door. Two police officers were there, they entered and took of their caps. Immediately my mom fell to the floor and my heart stopped. I still remember what they said. They said "his car was hit by a drunk driver. Investigation had shown he lost control of the car, and it flipped." ..."I couldn't help help but feel that scene back there was probably similar to the last thing he seen before he died." I confessed. 

Mark held my hand the entire way to our next destination. He tried extra hard to make me smile and laugh, you could tell he was really trying to keep me in high spirits. It worked. 
We arrived at a pier. "Well hopefully tonight I can keep that smile on your face, and prevent any more tears. Come on, let's go have some fun." We got out of the car, it was absolutely beautiful out. The sun was just setting, and the reflection across the water was stunning. 'How can I be sad when I'm standing on the Santa Monica Pier, staring at something so beautiful, and I'm here with someone so wonderful.' It was almost as if it were a sign from above. Everything just felt so perfect. 'Thank you, Dad.'