D.M.C:- Deep and Meaningful Conversation
6:44 am. What a horrid time to still be awake at. No one to talk to they all went to sleep hours ago (lucky basterds). I just wish I could sleep.
Mark and I have been friends for a long time, and he knows I'm not a good sleeper as I would always want text him if I was up late. I didn't , I would of preferred that I could let him sleep but he insisted that I do. So sweet. I never text him, he needs his fabulous sleep so he can use all his energy for his YouTube videos.
I'm never really in them, I bring drinks to sometimes during Drunk Minecraft and I am sometimes in a live stream for 10-12 minutes tops. I don't like to be in his limelight, I am scared of his fans. Don't get me wrong they are kind gentle sometimes perverse foke but there are too meany of them. I don't like the thought of all those eyes watching me with Mark, I would feel like they can see all my flaws...that's one thing I don't want to happen.
So it was 6:44 am. No sleep. A cat beside me. A dog at the bottom of the bed. It was quite, it was peaceful, I liked it as it wasn't as quite as 4am and not as noisy as 10 pm but just the right amount of quiet hatred for the alarm clocks that wake you up. It was amazing.
*ring-ring* *ring-ring*
And then it was broken.
No one calls at 6.44am. No one dares, everyone is still a sleep like trance of routine and auto pilot. So when the phone rings you panic a little, heart rate elevates, adrenaline runs through your body just to pick up the phone.
"Morning happy camper!"
Mark. Mark phoned, he's up early maybe he needed extra time to floof his hair?
"Emm....Y/N?"
"Sorry morning. What's up?"
"Big news! Guess what?!"
"What is it Mark?"
I called Y/N. I knew she would be up she, she is always up. I tell her to text me when she can't sleep, but she never dose. I worry of her. I watch her YouTube videos to make sure shes ok. She can hide how she is feeling over the phone but never face to face. I can see into her eyes what she feels.
"Tell me Mark what's up?"
"Open your door."
