Two bros and The Internet

•Chapter 10•

[Mark's POV]

I headed downstairs into the kitchen to make myself some dinner. I wasn't too hungry, as I was too excited to think about myself. Sean is coming to my place in just 3 days. I think this is the most excited I've been for something in years. I sit on my porch eating my potato salad, thinking about Sean. The vibrant blue sky, which reminded me of his wonder-struck eyes, was now making way for a golden sunset. There were gorgeous ripples of reds, oranges and purples. It matched perfectly with the surrounding autumnal trees.

Sean. I thought to myself. What are you truly like? I found my mind wandering into depths that I didn't even think possible. I started imagining Sean, the small bundle of positivity and Irishness, curled up on my sofa, my arm around him with him snuggling up to my chest. He has a vibrant smile, his cute green floof contrasting with my vibrant red hair. I told myself this couldn't be real, he would never do this. And it definitely couldn't be, because I don't have red hair. I found myself feeling a bit sad that this couldn't happen. Mark, you aren't gay. You don't like him like that. He's just a friend. A friend who makes me feel wanted in this world...

I know what I'm doing. I rushed to the kitchen, placed my dish on a counter and grabbed my house keys. I hope they're still open. About 15 minutes later, I park my car on the roadside and walk into the barbers. I see the lady there chuckle as I walked up to the counter.

"So Mister Fishbach, what colour now? I told you you'd regret choosing the purple." She replied cheekily with a smile. I rolled my eyes and muttered: Just get it over with. The last time I was there, she warned that the purple and my brown eyes wouldn't have much contrast and that blue or red would look better. I just pretended to agree that she was right instead of giving her a lecture on how I'm changing my hair colour because some internet cutie caught my attention in a dream.

"I think red would suit you better. Besides, you wear so many of those daft green shirts with the weird eyeball, that I think red would suit it." Crap, I didn't realise I wore Septic Sam that much. I blushed and scowled under my breath.

Half an hour later, it was done. I'd also requested she trim it because it was getting out of hand. I'm glad she didn't take much off, because I really like my hair.  I looked in the mirror and realised it was perfect. The sides were my natural dark brown colour, with the top a vibrant strawberry red. I grinned and noticed the happiness returning to my eyes. The dream was just becoming clearer and clearer. This is what I want. I want Sean all to myself.

Sean was what brought me back to sanity when I was feeling like I was in the darkest of places. Sean was like an angel, a gift from the heavens here to bring me eternal happiness.

I thanked the barber lady and tipped her. She beamed brightly at me, her vibrant blond curls encasing her pale face. She obviously cared about her appearance, but I ignored that because the most beautiful thing in this world was mine. At least he was in my head.

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[Sean's POV]

I lay in my bed wide awake staring at my ceiling. Of all of the people, he chose me? I don't know why this mattered to me so much, he was just a friend. I guess I was flattered because, sure, I'd seen comments from anonymous fans claiming I saved them from misery, but this was a real person. Someone I knew and trusted deeply. This man decided to put the fate of his sanity in the hands of a clumsy, childish Irish man.

What did he see in me? I remembered all of the time we have spent over call, even if we'd only known each other a few weeks, and found myself growing more and more attached to thinking about Mark. I don't like him, do I? I mean, of course, I like him, he's my best friend! But Signe was my best friend, but I never thought of her the same way as I think of Mark. Was something wrong with me? Why does my heart ache when he's not around? 

Without noticing, I find my mind imagining romantic scenarios with Mark. Us standing under the moonlight, his lips pressed softly to mine, or us cuddling under the covers and watching some Netflix on his laptop. I try to shake the thoughts out of my head, but struggle. Stop it, Sean! He doesn't like you! Those things'll never happen, so stop just disappointing yourself! My eyes start to water as my own hurtful comments attack my emotions. He... He will never love me, so why bother? Just as I'm about to cry myself to sleep, I get a notification on my phone. I thought I turned it to silence? I got out of bed and grabbed my phone off my computer desk.

Markimoo ♡: Heya Sean. Sorry if I woke you. I just wanted to make sure you got to sleep well. Don't get over anxious about coming to stay, okay?

I read the text and my face lit up as I wiped the tears from my eyes. Maybe he doesn't care about me in the same way I do, but he cares. He wants me to be happy and safe. Is this a thank you for me helping him, or just some act of kindness from the depths of his own heart? Either way, I am grateful for this message and reply.

Me: Thanks, Mark. I guess I was a bit anxious, but you really helped. Want to play some games tomorrow? :)

Markimoo ♡: Yeah bud, of course. I will need to do some spring cleaning though, now I'm having my first guest in weeks and... yeah. Can't wait though. :D

Me: I think I'll go to sleep now Mark. Goodnight! :)

Markimoo ♡: Goodnight Sean. <3

My face reddened faster than I'd even thought possible as I stared at the heart at the end of the message. Why did he send a heart? Is he always friendly with people like that??? I decided I wouldn't bring it up and turned off my phone. I spent the rest of the night curious as to what Markiplier truly thought of me.

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[Writer's note]

Heya guys! Sorry if my chapters are getting a bit tacky. I'm getting really distracted and struggling to find original content.