I Care {Darkiplier}

(Chapter 14)

Your friend's car was parked near the side of the building, looking the same as when you arrived. Interesting how long it has been. You open the passenger side door once (BF/N) unlocks the vehicle. Your friend turns the key into the ignition once you both buckle up causing an audible purr to emit from the engine. The car pulls out from the designated spot and off it goes. You set up the address on your GPS and hook it up to the bluetooth of the car. It was not too chaotic of a drive, not taking too long since the traffic that was there was few and far between. You look out the window at the blur of colors that mesh together, different cars passing by on their way to their jobs, meetings, or whatever else. You deliberate as you stare off on what to say and do at the arcade, without seeming too out of character, not only to Mark but (BF/N). You did not fail to notice the slight raise of their brow earlier, you hoped they would not question you later. A small tap on your shoulder brings you back from your mind.

"We're here."

You give a noise of acknowledgement as you step out from the car, the outside of the building is what you would expect. There's a sign above the door with the title that reads 'Gamer zone'. There's a LED sign that reads open that is not currently lit, the sign also is made from a similar materiel. On one of the doors it also reads the days of which the arcade was open. There are some windows attached to the building, but not much as the interior of arcades are usually dark. You push open the door and leave it open for your friend to enter before you. At the entrance there was a gate with an employee. After going through the process of paying a small fee and getting a stamp on your wrist that is only seen under a blacklight, you go searching for Mark as your friend goes explore the rest of the place. Before you both split you agree to meet by the counter when Mark is found, which holds prizes for any tickets you won if you so choose, or to get your dollars converted to change. Behind the counter were prizes that have yet to be won in a long while, as some of them were  not just crazy expensive, certain cheap items costing a good 1000 or more, but they looked old in a way, like they have seen better days. You scan your eyes for the dark haired man, no longer looking at the counter. Your eyes were slightly squinted as if it would somehow assist you.

"(Y/N)?" The baritone voice comes from behind you. You turn to see Mark, a grin plastered on, with a slight bright gleam in his eyes reflected from the machines surrounding the two of you. He was again wearing his CLOAK branded shirt, but it was more of a sweater than a hoodie this time around, with some jeans with his usual pair of lace-less shoes to match. You mirror his expression, his smile was infectious.

"Hey Mark, how've you been?"

"Not terrible. Just been a busy couple days. It's nice to take a break from it all." He shifted his weight to lean a bit with his other leg. One hand was on his hip, the other gesturing as he spoke. "I should be the one asking you that, it's been awhile. You doing alright? You look a bit better since we last talked, in person anyway." He rambled on.

After a brief pause, to gather your thoughts you come up with what to say, "Everythings been nice. These past few days me and (BF/N) have been exploring more of L.A." You really were.

"Glad to hear it! I saved us a table near the counter." He motioned to said table. You walk over to set your stuff down, it was a booth seat. You notice mark had a bag of his own. It held a simplistic design, a small black backpack, with some cross-stitching that made a small repeating diamond pattern make up most of the back of it.

"Did not know you had a bag of your own."

He hums before responding, "Yeah it's just to keep my wallet and camera, and whatever else necessities in there, never know when you might need it."

Camera?

You would need to ask about that later. And you would because suddenly your friend chimes into the conversation.