Reality: A crankiplier fan-fiction

7:32

"What is up my cran-" My intro was suddenly interrupted by a phone call. I look over at the clock, 7:32 PM. I sigh and pick up the buzzing device with the tag above reading "Mark". Upon seeing that, I turned my camera off and pressed the pick up button. "Hel-" But before I can finish, a frantic voice cuts me off. 

"Ethan! Are you doing anything important?" Mark yelled into the phone. 

"Well, I was about to record a vid-" 

"Okay, so nothing important." I sneered at that remark. "I need you to come over, like right now." 

"Mar-" 

"No questions! Get over here"

"Would you stop cutting me off?!" But he hung up before I could finish. I guess I should get going then, don't want to miss whatever he has in mind. It's probably just some stupid challenge video anyway. 

When I get to my car, I pause. Why am I going there again? Oh right, Mark called me. I shake my head, why did I forget that? I close my eyes for a second, I just had too much coffee today or something. I turn the car radio on and start driving. 

Pulling up to Mark's house, I am again reminded of his wealth. His home is over 3 stories high, with most of it covered in windows. I can see the sun is close to setting, and the sky is turning pink. Without the usual brightness, I can only make out a shadow standing in the doorway. Even without the facial details, I know it's Mark. His broad shoulders and muscular arms give it away. As I get out of my car, I wave at him. 

"You wanted to see me?" I'm glad he doesn't cut me off. In fact, he's not saying anything at all. "Hello? Earth to Mark?" I waved my hand in front of his face. He still wasn't saying anything, instead, he looked up and stared into my eyes. "Okay, you're starting to freak me out a bit," I say, backing up. But as I take one step back, Mark wraps his hands around my waist. "What are you doing?" My voice wants to tremble but I don't let it.

 "Are" Is all he says before a soft pair of lips falls on mine. Wha-? But there's no time to question anything because I'm back in my recording chair, and the time on the clock reads 7:32 PM. Are? What does that mean? And what am I doing back here? And how come it's the exact time? And why is my phone ringing again? And why does the tagline say "Mark"... 

...Again?