And I...: A MarkiplierxReader ✔

Chapter 19: I Promise

Your POV

I awoke in the early hours of the morning to a loud BOOM!
It was nice that even through hours of tossing and turning like I usually tend to do, Mark still had a firm hold on me. I found our bodies wrapped around each other as if they were made to fit together. I silently laid there for a moment until I heard the boom again. I lightly wiggled my way out of Mark's firm grip, and went over to his bedroom window. It looked as though there's a thunder storm. Bright flashes of light lit up the dark sky, and the crashing sound of the thunder felt as though it could shake the building. The rain was heavy and coming down in sheets. Yeah rain was something I could see in Washington all the time, but I was simply mesmerized. I always loved to watch a storm roll through. I turned around to find Mark sleeping through all the noise, and decided it was best not to wake him. I went to his bedside, and gave him a gentle kiss before leaving the room and heading downstairs. I walked into the kitchen to find it's only 5am. There's no way I could sleep with all the noise, so I made myself a cup of tea. I thought it'd be fun to go outside and watch the storm, so I took my tea out onto the balcony, and watched.

"Good morning beautiful" snapped me out of my trance. I looked back at the balcony door to find Mark standing there, his gaze set on me. I gave him a sweet yet slanted smile and beckoned him over with one finger before patting the chair beside me. He walked over, and we sat there in silence, holding hands just watching the rain fall. "I wanted to say I'm sorry about last night." He exhaled loudly as if there was more he wanted to add to that. "I want you to know, I'm not like that. I mean of course I'm like that, I'm a man, we all are. What I'm trying to say is sex isn't everything and I'm willing to wait until you're ready." You can tell there was sincerity in his voice when he said that, he really will wait until I'm ready. 'There aren't many guys like that, that's why my ex broke up with me, because I wasn't ready to put out. Mark really is, something special.' "I'm chilly" I cried, Mark stood up, took my hands and helped me up off the chair. He pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me in a sweet embrace. "Why don't we go make some breakfast then." I just nodded as we headed inside. 

Standing in the kitchen, we looked through the fridge and cupboards, trying to decide what we wanted. Mark pulled a box out of one of the cupboards. "How about pancakes?"  I sighed and pulled out some milk and eggs from the fridge. "If we're having pancakes, we're doing this right. None of that box crap, we're doing it homemade." He looked at my like a confused puppy. "But, I can't cook..."  I just laughed, as did he. I told him what we'd need and be helped by gathering various items from around the kitchen. I showed him the way my mother taught me, and promised these will be the best pancakes he's ever had. "Well, I don't know about that... Ihop's is pretty great."  I took the whisk out of the bowl and flicked it at his bare chest. We laughed at how childish we were being, but who cares we were having fun. I tore a paper towel off the rack, and wiped the mix from off his chest. He kissed my forehead and left me in the kitchen. Within about 20 minutes the apartment was filled with the glorious scent of pancakes. I just finished putting them on a plate before smothering them with butter and syrup. I sprinkled a bit on icing sugar over top and served it with a side of fruit salad that I whipped up. I can hear Mark screaming upstairs, no doubt he's recording an apology video for not uploading the previous night. 'I guess Youtube is to him, what music is to me.'

Shortly after I can hear the footsteps of someone walking around upstairs, and then the silliness started. "Something smells great!" Mark sang rushing down the stairs. He takes a seat at the table, and I set down breakfast in front of both our chairs and take my own seat across the table from him. He just glanced at it and poked the pancakes with his fork. "You trying to make me fat?" I just smirk and shook my head from side to side. "I'm gonna have to work out double time after this." 
*BOOM*
Yet another loud crash of thunder, and suddenly, the lights went out. "Well, there goes my plans for dinner" Mark joked. He got up from his seat, and went back into the kitchen leaving me at the table alone. Seconds later he comes back out, and sets something down on the table. "Candles?" Mark sparked a match and lit both the candles. The dim yet romantic lighting illuminated the room. We sat in silence, yet made conversation through our eyes. Just the way he looked at me made me weak. I lingered on every word he spoke, and melted every time that perfect smile peeked out from behind his sweet lips. I felt I was in a dream which shortly became a nightmare when I realized this would soon have to come to an end. Mark must have seen the dread on my face, and immediately rushed to my side. He squatted down to eye level "What's wrong?" I couldn't help myself, I collapsed into his shoulders and I cried my little heart out. "It just hurts that I have to leave soon. It's not fair" I wailed. Mark tucked the hair behind me ear, and whispered "So, why don't you stay." 

He held me tight while I tried my best to console myself. 'It wasn't fair, I really like this guy and for once my life felt perfect and it all had to come to an end.' I had a thought occurred to me that really made my heart pound. 'This trip is no longer about coming out of my shell, this trip has very rapidly become about being with Mark. I was the happiest I've ever been with him, he brought that out in me.' 

"(YCN) isn't going to want to stay, she has another trip planned. If I don't go home with her, how else am I suppose to get home. Not only that, but we're only staying at Arin's because her boyfriend know's him-- I'm sure once (YCN) leaves I wouldn't be welcomed there anymore." I sniffled and tensed up at the thought of having to face an end to this unfair reality. "Leave that to me. If she wants to go home, don't worry about it. I'll order you a plane ticket home for the end of Summer, and you can stay here, if you like." I tightened my grip on Mark, like my life depended on it. Hearing those words made my heart flutter like 1,000 butterflies were giving me kisses. "We'll work it out, I promise."

(NA: Sorry for the short chapter :P)