Markiplier Imagines

He's Not Afraid pt. 2

His hands connect to his head and he walks around in frustration.

"Why did I let her-"

He is now looking straight at me.

I quickly fumble for my blinds and close them.

"(Y/N) I know you can still hear me. You didn't close your window."

I sigh.

He keeps calling for me. It goes on for about five minutes.

I yell out in defeat and open my blinds.

"There you are," he says. "I didn't know you were my neighbor."

"Neither did I."

"Um.. What you said earlier... Do you really like me?"

I knew this was coming.

I feel heat rising to my cheeks, so I look down.

I nod.

"Hm. What a coincidence. I feel the same," he says as he leans back in his chair.

I look up in disbelief.

"Stop lying," I say.

"I'm not lying. I fell in love with your shyness. You were just so intruiging to me. You are just so beautiful and sweet. I loved how bit your lip when you were confused in class. I love the blush on your cheeks. I love when your nose turns pink, too. It's adorable. All I wanted was to be your friend, but I ended up having feelings for you. I wanted to find a perfect way to tell you, but I guess now is the time... So you'd believe me."

I begin to smile at him and he smiles back.

"By the way, would you help me with my homework? I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Says the person with great grades," I say.

"You can just walk in. No one is home."

"Okay..." I say with my heart in my throat.

I pack up my books and walk downstairs.

"Oh, hey, Mom," I say as I kiss her on the cheek.

"Hi, honey. Where you off to?"

"I'm going next door. This kid needs help with his homework."

"Ah. Who is this kid?"

"Uhm. Mark Fischbach."

"Ohhh. I'll have to meet him. Have fun. But not too much fun," she says as I run out the door.

I walk over to Mark's house and open the door. What am I doing? I thought.

I walk up the stairs and call for Mark.

He opens a door at the end of the hall and smiles at me.

I run up to him and hug him. His strong arms make my heart flutter.

He kisses the top of my head, making me die just a little bit on the inside.

"I love you," he says into my hair.

I laugh a little and say it back.

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The next morning, I wake up to my dog jumping on me. I run my fingers through her silky hair and get out of bed, preparing for the day.

I put on my ripped skinny jeans and a sweatshirt with some sneakers.

I brush my hair out and put on my glasses. I then brush my teeth and walk out the door after saying goodbye to my mother and grabbing my bag.