Save Me... A Markiplier Story

Part Two Of We Need To Talk

(A/N. A lot of dialogue this short chapter! Beware! You've been warned!)

Sophia's POV.

Resolve one conflict, start another. I'm seriously questioning Mark's logic today. I cannot believe that he's moving! Across the country! What the hell!? I don't understand why in the world he would just make a stupid choice like that! The only thing that benefits him in LA, is the use of newer YouTube software and collaborating with other people. LA is too far away to just get up and move to. It's in California! There's people here that still need him! He has a brother, nieces and nephews, his friends and his mother! They're just going along with this? He's making a huge executive decision with barely even putting any thought into it whatsoever. All he really did was think 'will my channel benefit some from it? Yes? Alright then, I'm moving'. That has got to be the dumbest thing Mark could ever do in terms of making a choice. I despise this decision greatly.

(A/N. Play Song On Right! "Someday" by Nickelback!)

"Sophia, you got someone at the bar. Might wanna get back to it," Mason informed me.

"Sure thing. Thanks Mason," I said.

I went back inside and navigated my way the through the kitchen and out to the bar. I walked out and saw the last person I wanted to see right now. I guess there's just some people you can't shake off.

"Why the hell are you here?" I asked.

"I told you, I wanted to talk to you about this whole 'moving' situation, Phi. So, here I am."

"At my job?"

"Hey, I'm at a bar. You just happen to work here." What a smartass.

"Mark, I told you I didn't want to deal with it."

"You always say you don't want to deal with anything. But eventually, those thing go away. My moving to Los Angeles will not go away. March, I'm going to move."

"And what about it?"

"Can you take a minute?"

"I'd rather not."

"You're impossible, Cena." Must he whine? Mark turned to talk to the other bartender working. "Hey! Can you cover for Sophia for a few? It'll only be like, 5 minutes. I swear." My coworker nodded. "Oh, if Mason asks, Phi went outside to talk to Mark Fischbach. Got it?" He nodded in response. "Well, Phi? C'mon. It's gonna be spoken about one way or the other. I prefer the simplistic way. Please?"

"Fine," I complied.

Mark lead me outside and to the corner of the building by the sidestreet. He ran his hand through his hair and shuffled uncomfortably like he was scared to talk. He looked around and sighed, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his basketball shorts. Something was obviously bothering him. That bothers me.

"What are you doing? I thought you wanted to talk to me. Not shuffle around like a retarded penguin."

"First off, that's insulting. Second, yeah, I wanted to talk to you. It's LA."

"And?"

"Well... I, um, you're going to hate me for this."

"I've hated you since Michael paid you a visit a few months ago."

"That was a long time ago," Mark retorted.

"Your point being...?"

"Would you stop!? All you do is purposely try to irritate me and-"

"And I'm doing a classy job."

"I said freaking quit! For god's sake, Sophia! Do you even care anymore!? Just shut up already! I try to say one measly thing and you screw it up by making comments and jokes and shit! Do you mind!? I'm trying to make this work out, okay!? I don't know what I did or why exactly you're so damn mad at me all the time, but I'm sick and tired of it! So shut up and let me talk to you! You're pissing me off!"

Mark doesn't yell very often. And this time he was super mad at me. I never intended to make him so mad. Just irritated some. I guess I went overboard with that a bit. More than a bit, quite possibly...

"Jeezus, Mark. Fine. I'll shut up. What's bothering you so much?"

"Right now, you are. But I wanted to present an idea to you. I don't expect an immediate answer, but it'd help if I got one ASAP."

"Go on..."

"LA."

"What about LA? You're moving there, leaving me here with Wade, Tom and Molly. Am I wrong?"

"Maybe," he muttered.

"What does 'maybe' mean?"

"I was wanting to know... If you'd wanna help me out with giving me an opinion on the apartment I'm buying?

"What does that have to do with me staying here and you leaving?"

"Well, if you like it... Then, ya know, you'd move with me?" He asked nervous.

"What?"

"Yeah..."

"You want me, to move to LA, with you? Are you serious?" That's insane to just leave like that.

"Well, technically, we've lived under the same roof before. It can't be that hard to accomplish a second time around," Mark pointed out. He was right. We had lived together before.

"You do realize that Los Angeles is on the west coast? We live on the east side of the country."

"You already told me that."

"I know. I don't think you quite understand that though. And you're only going for YouTube."

"No, I want to move. I've lived in Cincinnati since I was three years old. A change of scenery and location would be nice."

"You know I obviously can't answer you this very second, though?"

"Mm-hm. I know. But you'll think about it for me, right?"

"Sure. I'll think about it. Don't ask me 24/7 about it, understood?"

"Alright. I won't ask constantly. I have a video up on YouTube of a tour-ish-thing. If you want to look it up and see what you'd be getting yourself into."

"I'll watch it after I get off work. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Speaking of which, I should probably get back to work. I don't exactly get paid to stand around."

"Fair enough. I get paid to talk to myself. You have to be social. Your job is boring. I put people under the impression that I'm crazy. That's one of the most fun parts." Crazy loner. Brilliant.

"Whatever, Markiplier. Now shoo, I have to go."

"Alright. You'll talk to me later when you're off? After you watch the video?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay."

I bade Mark goodbye and walked back into the bar as he walked off. Back to his apartment, I presume. I got back just in time, too. I ran directly into Mason on my way back in. He stumbled back a  bit, regaining his balance soon after and chuckled embarrassedly for a second.

"Cena! You scared me. You're just the person I was looking for actually. Jackson can't keep up with customers all by his lonesome. He wanted to know where you were."

"I was outside."

"So I heard. You were talking to the YouTube guy, right?"

"He has a name, Mason."

"I know. What were you talking about?"

"A matter of importance."

"Care to share?"

"Actually, I don't mind. I think I'm moving to Los Angeles."

"California?"

"Yeah..."

"Is that what you want to do?" Mason asked me, concerned.

"I think so..."

(A/N. Hey you guys! So, new chapter! Yes! I'm slowly but surely getting quicker with updating these stories I'm writing! Let me know what you think in the comments or by voting or adding this story to your library! Stay fabulous, my friends. As always, I'll see you all in the next part! Buh~Bye!!! *waves* ~Melynda! Aka Luxor.)