You couldn't help but feel nervous about moving in with a guy, but you had no choice as you just moved from Santa Cruz to L. A.
All you had was your Xbox 360, your games and some clothes in a backpack and suit case. You left everything else you didn't want to your old roommate, as really all you had was a broken lap top, a bed and shit you didn't need to truck all the way to L. A.
You just got off the phone with the guy you were moving in with, you forgot his name, but he was giving you directions where to go, as you haven't been to L. A. in years.
"Here's your stop." The taxi driver pulls in front of the apartment. You thank him and pay him before you pulled your heavy back pack out of the cab and grabbed your suit case from the trunk.
You pull the handle up so you can drag your suitcase on its wheels to the front porch stairs. You sigh softly as you hung your backpack strap over your shoulder and bit your lip slightly before you step into the building and head up a flight of stairs, which carries on for another two levels. Luckily, this man was on the second floor.
You found the mans room number, as it was easy to do so as there was only 4 doors on the second floor. You let go of your handle on your suitcase and knocked on the door. Moments later you are greeted by a bright smile and soft, framed eyes known as your new roommate. "Hello! I'm Mark Fischbach, you must be [Y/N]!"
"Yes, [F/N] [L/N]," you smile at the man.
"Welcome! Come on in! Let me get that for you." Mark smiles at you and takes your suitcase. "Man, this is heavy, do you have a dead body in here?" Mark chuckles, moving aside so you can come in.
So, he has some humor, that's good. "Nah, just a few heads though." You smirk before giving him a soft smile when you pass him to step into the apartment. The very first thing you see when you walk in is a spiral staircase, which shocked you because...wasn't this an apartment? how can it have stairs!? You walk past the wall and saw the living room. You weren't surprised really, the place was a mess... Yet again there was a guy living here so... What do you expect?
Mark sets your suitcase by the stairs before nervously walking around, picking up wrinkled shirts and pajama pants off of the rail on the staircase, off the floor and off the back of the couch. "Sorry it's such a mess, I just got back from visiting family back home. I was working on cleaning the place up before I crashed out on the couch." He gives you a sheepish smile.
You chuckle slightly, "Don't worry about it, I understand." You shook your head as Mark tosses the clothes he picked up, in a pile that was already forming on the floor in a corner. You sat your backpack by the suitcase and held your hands behind your back. You watched the man as he continue to toss his clothes in a pile and straighten up the couch.
Once he was done with that he smiles at you. "Let me show you around, then we can head upstairs and to your room." He walks past the couch and points to the kitchen. "It's obvious that's the kitchen, and that's the living room..." He chuckles slightly. "There's a bathroom over here... and over that way, is a pretty nice sized balcony to sunbathe and relax." He turns and points to the glass wall, the sun shining brightly through them and into the room.
You walk over and grab your backpack as Mark makes his way by the stairs, but insists he carries your stuff.
"I can carry my stuff upstairs." You offer, holding your hand out to take your stuff back from him. "You don't have to."
"Shush you, I'm trying to be a gentleman." Mark smiles slightly, continuing up the spiral staircase. You follow behind him, shaking your head but grateful for his persistence with helping you. You've had a long stressful day on a flight that made your back sore.
Mark points to the left once you were upstairs, "That's the master bedroom, which is my room." The door was shut, but you respect his privacy, even though you have a very curious nature. "-and over there," he turns slightly, "Is another bathroom..."
You nod as Mark walked past two sinks in the hallway that leads to the bathroom and- "This is your room." He smiles as he pushes the door open with his foot. The room was spotless, which shocked you.
"Wow," you murmur. The bed was made and straightened, the blinds and slider door was open to let fresh air into the room. There was a flat screen TV. mounted on the wall on the opposite side of your bed and under it was a dresser. The room wasn't that big, but it wasn't that small. It was average really. There's night stands on either side of your bed and there's a lamps on both.
Mark sets your stuff at the end of your bed gingerly, then turns to you and smiles. "I hope you don't mind the bedspread, I thought it'd be fine for whoever moved in..." He glances at the bed. You shook your head once more.
"Don't worry about it, I actually love it."
Mark relaxes some and nods at you. "Right, I will let you unpack. Are you hungry? We can either call for take out or I can make us something. I'm not that well of a cooker but I can make a mean mac 'n' cheese, hot dogs and green beans meal." You could tell he couldn't resist the childlike smile that spread across his face. Which made you chuckle and smile back at the man.
"I'm fine with anything, thank you." You walk over to your back pack and pulled out your phone charger and walked over to the left side of your bed and looked behind the nightstand finding a outlet instantly and plugged the cord into the wall. You fished out your phone from your back pocket and plugged it in. You sigh as you lean back up, turning around to see Mark still standing there. "The mac 'n' cheese meal sounds fine." You went ahead and answered.
Mark nods, "Alright, I will go put the water on right now then." He smiles and leaves you to whatever you want to do. You walk over to the opened slider door and step out onto the small balcony, taking in the fresh air and the warmth of the sun, even though L.A. was hot as hell.
After about ten minutes you walk back into your new room and picked your suitcase up, placing it on the bed and opening it up. You smile some as you take some clothes out and uncover your Xbox 360, which was wrapped up in a few shirts just for extra protection. Once you unwrapped it you placed it on your bed gingerly before you grabbed the cords from you backpack that connects to the TV. from the Xbox.
You sigh heavily as all the cords are tangled up, even though you don't know how they got that way as you had put them in there when you untangled them before you packed them. Once you finally get that all fixed you hooked the cords up to the TV. and then to the Xbox, placing it on the dresser under the TV. You turn it on and turned the Xbox on after you plugged the power block into a outlet.
You quickly tested it out and it's working just fine, but you need the password to the wifi to connect to the internet on it. Ehh, You'll get that later from Mark. You turn your Xbox and the TV. back off and sat your controller on the bed along with the remote. You start to unpack your suitcase and put your clothes away in the dresser, folded nicely even though you know sooner or later they will be messed up once again. You grabbed the bag that was in your suit case full of your bathroom stuff such as Makeup, toothbrush, toothpaste, perfume and hairbrush, setting it by the bedroom door to deal with later. You grabbed your second pair of shoes and sat them by the slider door.
You pushed your now empty suitcase to the side of the dresser and started to work on your backpack, wondering if you should just leave your games in your backpack or set them out by your Xbox. Knowing yourself, you chose the easiest thing. You left the games in your backpack and set it up on top of the dresser not far from your Xbox.
You kick off your shoes and socks before dressing into something lighter to wear, a comfortable, slightly oversized white tank top and silky Nike shorts. Might as well get comfortable right?
You were now done unpacking and you decided to make your way downstairs to see if Mark needed your help at all. You left your phone upstairs, not wanting to be rude on the first day of staying there, as you usually read on your phone or scroll your favorite social media sites as you ate. You make your way down the spiral stairs and across the room to the kitchen.
Mark was stirring the cooking noodles for a few seconds before moving on to the boiling pan of hot dogs, they must've been frozen. You noticed he has also changed into pajama pants that had the letter 'M' on them with a pink mustache in the middle of it. You shook your head and smiled.
"You need any help?" You ask. Mark jumps and turns to look at you. You chuckle slightly, "Scare easily?" You raise a brow.
Mark chuckles, "No, I just didn't hear you coming down." He watches you lean up against the counter. "No, It's almost done, thank you though."
Mark soon turns the stove off and you move away from the sink as he goes to drain the noodles, you walk over to the stove and poked a fork in one of the hot dogs, seeing that its tender and done, you turn the dial off and picked it up just as Mark finished draining the noodles.
"Here," you say, holding the hotdog pan in one hand and reaching for the noodles. "I'll take the noodles."
Mark hurries and takes the hot dogs before handing you the pan with the noodles. You walk back over to the stove and placed the pan back on it. You see the packets on the counter and reached for them, you rip the top off the packets and poor the powdered cheese into the pan before going to the fridge to grab some milk and butter, which you easily found.
You poured a little milk into the pan, just to get the powdered cheese a little milky and put a third of the butter block into the pan just to give the noddles the nice buttery taste. You grabbed the spoon Mark used to stir the noodles with and stirred the ingredients.
Mark walks back beside you, setting the pan of hot dogs back on the stove off of the burner and move away to grab plates. Once he came back he placed to plates down and put two hot dogs on each plate before putting the left overs in a bowl he also grabbed.
"You weren't supposed to take over," Mark gives you a look, but doesn't seem mad, he seems slightly grateful.
"You looked like you were struggling and you were about to over cook the noodles and the hotdogs." You gave him a pointed look. "Besides, I am always willing to help make food."
Mark smiles at you and points to the hotdogs. "Two okay?" He asks. You nod and hand him the spoon to the noodles. "Here, you serve yourself while I wash my hands." You hum, moving away to the sink and quickly started to wash your hands.
Mark hesitates for a second before brushing off his actions and waited for you to finish washing your hands so you can serve first.
You dried your hands off on to the nearby towel and walk back over to the food and Mark. "I told you to serve yourself." You frown at him.
"Ladies first, remember? Plus I am a pig when it comes to Mac 'n' Cheese. So... you serve and take as much as you want, I made two boxes..." He hands you the spoon back with a slight smirk as you roll your eyes and groan.
You serve yourself a pretty good size helping before giving him back the spoon and leaning up against the counter as you watch him serving himself the same size. "You're odd." You comment randomly.
Mark looks up at you over his glasses, "Why thank you, best compliment in the world." He grins. Walking over to the sink to wash his hands. Before walking back beside his food. "You're... odd too." He hums, grabbing a soda from his fridge before holding up a coke. "Want one?" You nod as he hands you the can and grabs himself a Pepsi before leaving to go to the living room. "I don't have a table so we can eat on the couch." He states.
You grab your plate and follow him into the living room before sitting a little ways from the man. "Typical thing for a man to do." You smirk, setting you sofa down on the table before picking up one of your hot dogs and biting into it. Mark chuckles but doesn't comment as he starts eating his food.
About an hour later, when you've both finished eating and you both started watching the show called 'Impractical Jokers'... You couldn't help but feel very calm and collected.
"Which one is your favorite?" Mark asks, sipping his Pepsi he has been nursing off of.
You point at the man you like when he comes on screen. "Sal! Sal is funny and can't dance. Which makes him an idiot and idiots make me laugh." You say, "You?" You ask.
"I like Joe." Mark comments, hushing quickly as Joe was telling Sal what to do. "Murray is weird looking."
"So is Q." You point out.
By now you and Mark were on your fourth episode of Impractical Jokers when Mark got up and took the plates to the kitchen and rinsed them off. You stretched and groaned softly as your back popped, wishing it would've done that earlier.
"Hey, I'm going to head up to take a shower, do as you please." Mark points to the stairs before tossing you the remote to the TV.
You easily catch it as you nodded at him. Mark waves slightly and heads up the spiral staircase and into his room. You sigh as the last episode of Impractical Jokers just went off, and now you were bored, you turned the TV off. You felt the need to play your Xbox, which made you quickly stand up and head up the stairs.
You knock on Mark's door, just now remembering that you needed the password to his wifi. Mark opens the door, "Yes?" You notice his glasses were off, then mentally slapped yourself because he just told you no longer than two minutes ago he was going to take a shower.
You pointed you finger to your room. "Do you think you can uh, help me with the wifi? I don't have the password and I meant to ask you earlier..." You trailed off, biting your lower lip.
"Oh! Yes!" Mark smiles as he walks to your room with you. "The password is kinda easy and I can write it on a piece of paper for you." He offers, slipping out of your room and soon comes back with a piece of paper and pen. "Here, MarkiMoo25." He hands you the paper.
You giggle slightly. "Markimoo?" You raise your eyebrow at him. "Uh.."
Mark gives you a look, his cheeks tinting a light pink. "Everyone has nicknamed me Markimoo. Don't judge." He says with a smile. "Night, I'll see you tomorrow." He waves before slipping out of your room once more.
You giggle again before you put in the wifi password, putting the paper away in a safe place, which was under your Xbox and out of sight, and quickly chose your favorite game before climbing in bed, leaving the lights off and only your Xbox and TV on.
Before you knew it, it was already two-a.m. and you were already dozing with the controller in your hand and whatever monster you were fighting killed you and sent you to the game over screen, then you were out like a light.