my only savior ❧ book one ❧ completed

Chapter Eight

We finished the video and I was exhausted somehow. We went into his room to just hang out. I collapsed on the bed, and found a Tiny Box Tim plushie thrown at me. I laughed at threw it back at Mark. My head fell back and hit the sheets. I sighed, this moment was oddly comforting.

"Ugh," I groaned. "I have to walk all the way to my apartment.."

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" He asked and patted his bed.

I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Where would you sleep?" I asked.

"Right here..." He said, sounding like he was embarrassed.

"You want me to sleep with you?"

"Not that way, but like.." He stuttered.

"Normal sleep," I laughed. "I get it."

I looked up at him. His whole face was red.

I should not have said anything.

I laughed and ruffled his hair. He was cute when he was embarrassed. He sat down next to me twirled his fingers through my short hair. I moved myself closer to him and rested my head in his lap. I surprisingly fell asleep like that.

I woke up with a pair of arms wrapped around my hips, and a forehead nestled into my shoulder blade. I grabbed Mark's wrist gently and tried to pry myself away. His arms only tightened. He mumbled something into my shoulder and wiggled closer to me like I was his teddy bear. His fluffed hair tickled my skin.

"Mark." I whispered to him.

"Thirty more minutes." He mumbled.

"Five." I said back.

"Twenty-five."

"Ten."

"Twenty."

"Fifteen," I argued. "And that's final."

He groaned and threw his leg over mine. I turned my head to look at him. He looked so huggable (when doesn't he look huggable?) I brushed my fingers through his hair. He purred and nudged his head closer to me. We stayed like that for fifteen minutes. I pulled his arms off of me and sat up.

"I thought you said fifteen minutes.." He whined as his chocolate eyes opened.

"I did," I said. "So get up."

"Tara Bear," He pulled the covers over him. "I want more sleep.."

"Tara Bear?" I questioned.

I pulled the covers off and exposed his whiny self. He curled up into a ball and crossed his arms over his chest. I groaned and tugged on his arms. He shrieked and jumped up. His bare back was facing towards me. He was actually nervous around me still. I crawled next to him and brushed my fingers through his hair.

"We're still friends," I said. "Right?"

"I don't know," He turned his head to me. "What do you think?"

"I don't know." I answered.

I looked at the clock and noticed it was early. Like 7:13 AM early. Mark leaned his head against mine.

"I have to go to a set today," He mumbled. "With Dodger and Random Encounters."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Yeah," He chuckled. "And I have a Disney thing tomorrow. And Tuesday, I have another set with Felicia Day."

"Doesn't she play Charlie in Supernatural?"

"Yep."

Silence. It filled my ears. It was terrible. I wanted to just blurt out "I love you and I want to be with you until I die" but that would be creepy. If only he could read my mind too, then he would understand, sort of.

Mark turned his head towards mine. Next thing I knew, his lips were pressed against mine again. It was another short kiss, but again, it was something.

"To be honest," He started. "I really like you and I want to be with you."

Now I'm just imagining things. The Mark Edward Fischbach, did not just say he wants to be with me.

I laughed and scratched the back of my neck. I wanted to sprint and run out of here, and cry in my room, but I couldn't. I was stuck here, with the man I loved. He probably doesn't actually like me back.

But he did think it. Yesterday. He actually admitted it in his mind.

"No," I chuckled. "You don't like me."

My eyes fell down from his. He lifted my chin up with his finger. His almond shaped chocolate eyes were burning into mine, which were probably bright blue right now.

"I do," He said. "I have ever since I laid eyes on you."

"Don't go all cliché and cheesy on me, Fischbach."

He laughed. I took this moment to use, what I called a curse, to my advantage. But nothing was there. He wasn't thinking anything. I sometimes wish that I could make people speak the truth.

Why can't I just say this freaking question?

A million thoughts raced through my mind. What did he want to ask? Why didn't I hear this thought earlier?

I heard him sigh. I jumped out of my trance. His eyes showed nervousness. By now, it was obvious what question he wanted to ask, just not for me.

"I'm going to do this my way," He said. "Will you be the Girliplier of the fandom?"

I laughed and nodded. My arms went around his neck.