You just arrived at your new apartment in L.A. and are waiting for your favorite YouTuber, Markiplier, to upload, but when his videos are late and you hear a crash from next door, you never would have guessed who you're living next to... Romance is blooming, but it isn't all tiny boxes and rainbows. The Internet is a VERY unforgiving place. Especially for a Girliplier...

At first I want to say some things, I have no idea what I will be writing because well, I will just go with the flow and write what comes into my head. I do not have any previous writing experience if you don't count a few quick story's in school on my native language class. If you have a suggestion on what I could write in the next chapter feel free to comment it at the end of the previous chapter also I will NOT be writing smut at all. I personally do not like it so I will not write it. Also if you have a suggestion for the title I would love to hear it. Also I will probably not update very often so I will apologize for that already. I hope you can enjoy my little story here and please be ready for all the mistakes me and autocorrect have made because there's plenty of them. One that people love to comment on is: "We are the breakfast" ~ Alexander Hamilton's POV. You have been warned.

On a certain day of the year every teen who has recently turned sixteen is required to get a unique tattoo imprinted on their wrist. Whoever has the same symbol as you on their wrist is your soulmate. Dan Howell and Phil Lester, the most opposite people imaginable end up with the same symbol. But the real question is, is their love a mistake? Just an error in the strictly heterosexual matching system?