Jazia isn't like most girls, she prefers short hair over long, skateboarding over makeup, edge over soft. She doesn't even like the color pink, for she prefers black. Instead of complaining she punches holes in walls, unlike most girls. But, nonetheless she's just a normal 15 year old. Her shell may seem hard, but her heart is soft.
Markiplier is an all time wrestling champion. He spends most of his time punching punching bags. As for a girlfriend? Haha, no way. He'd end up punching her. He doesn't believe in love and would rather be violent than to love another of the opposite sex.
His 'love' for fighting is too strong to contain. But again, he's still but a 30 year old man.
Ah. Mondays, Jazia never gets up early, but surprisingly she got up at nearly 6 am. It's a school day, but she's on the verge of being kicked out since she hasn't gone in four months. Usually, she sleeps until 4 pm but it seems she was energized and fully awake. She walks down to the kitchen and eats a single fruity pebble. "God, I'm so fruity frikin full!" Jazia exclaims. She feels like she needs to unleash this energy that seems to be pouring out, but what to do? She decides to go to the store.
Jazia goes outside and steals her mother's car and leaves for the grocery store. As she rolls down the window and pulls out she realizes her mother is standing outside of her window, staring. Her mother screams and runs outside, about to pounce onto the car, but Jazia hits the gas and goes fast down the road. Her mother was nowhere to be seen, until...
Jazia's mom comes out and pounces on the car, tearing Jazia out of her seat. Jazia jumps six feet into the air and lands at a nearby bus-stop. Well, looks like I'm taking the bus.
The bus stops and Jazia steps up onto the bus's steps, time to run some errands. I see a pink haired man with an ok looking face. Ew, pink. I'm not like most girls, who love the color pink and think they can run the world because of their overly boastful femininity.
Markiplier was terribly tired, and lacking coffee. He was out. The tired man gets out of bed and takes the bus to the grocery store to buy coffee at Starbucks. He doesn't have a car because he thinks it's better to take the bus and be the center of attention. He often causes scenes so he can get that extra boost.
"ThIS Bus IS So FuLl" Markiplier screams and shouts! He looks over and he was so loud that the bus driver got scared and stops on his breaks. The whole bus shakes and Markiplier's hand forms into a fist. He's going to punch the bus driver.
Jazia hears the annoying man yelling and complaining. Yes, it was full, but he didn't need to say that. and especially like that... The bus stops and pushes Jazia forward like a helpless little doe. The pink haired man was going to punch the bus driver from her point of view. She wanted to save him, so that's just what she did. Jazia steps in front of the bus driver and clenches her jaw. She will pounce on this dude. "Don't touch him." Jazia says. Markiplier looks down at Jazia's helpless little face. "Oh, look, what do we have here?" ;) he says with a smirk. "A helpless little teenage girl. Move, I won't fucking hesitate, bitch." Jazia stays in her position. She will not move, for she is too stubborn. Nobody will tell her what to do. Markiplier doesn't hesitate. He punches the girl in her face as hard as he can and her left eyebrow blows up. Markiplier's hand was purple. "What are you..?" He exclaimed! He never punched someone and have EVER had it slightly hurt. Jazia screams and punches markiplier off of the bus. She sent him flying. Jazia hops on top of the bus and lands on top of Markiplier. "You can't get away that quickly, baby."
Markiplier looks at Jazia's fierce presence. Wow, this girl has some might. I'm attracted, yet intimidated.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
/markiplier's fist love/
Hành độngHe's a pro wrestler, she's a tomboy. Could it ever work?
