Your POV

"It's obvious isn't it!"
I shook my head side to side. I pondered that dream all night, it's really not that obvious. "You asked for a sign and you were given one. The stage and spotlight is Julliard. The fact that nothing comes out represents your fear of not being able to give the same level of performance. The fact that you run off the stage is your uncertainty and you dad was simply there to assure you that you'll be okay. "
I thought about it, yeah it sounded logical but she left out a few things. "What about the fact that every person in the crowd was Mark, and when dad was motioning me back on stage." -- "That one is a tricky. It could be your sub-conscious telling you not to hold back, and move on OR maybe you simply miss him so much that you're seeing him everywhere?" Everything sounded logical but that last one wasn't reassuring. "Am I doing the right thing by going?"--"You'll regret it if you don't. Boys will come and go but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity."
End Pov

(YC/N)'s POV

My phone began to ring, I pulled it out of my pocket and seen 'Arin' on the screen.
"Hello?"-- "Act natural and just say yes or no to the following questions; is your cousin with you?"--"Yes." --"Can we Skype later? It's important."-- "Sure. Is that that all?" I nodded my head and hung up 'Arin obviously knew I'd be with YN and didn't want her to know I was on the phone with him.' I set my phone on the table, and took a sip of my morning tea. "Who was that?"--"It was mom. She asked if I walked the dog this morning and asked me to take out the garbage when I get home." 'Good save.' After breakfast, we parted ways and I headed home. As soon as I got settled in my room I hopped on my laptop. Arin was already online so I popped up.

Me: Hey you there?
Arin: Yeah. I need a favor.
Me: What might that be?
Arin: I know what happen would be inexcusable but it's not what you or your cousin think. Barbra came on to him.
Me: Brilliant. That's fucking classic! Of course any cheating scum is gonna say that. I really thought you were a smart man Arin, I really truly did, but you're a complete idiot to believe that.
Arin: He's a wreck!
Me: He should be!
Arin: Go check out his twitch and watch his most recent stream.
Me: Why?
Arin: Just do it!

*10 minutes later*

Me: He's quitting YouTube?...
Arin: YouTube?! The guy hasn't even left his house in a week! We need your help. Mark wants to go to Washington and talk to her. We don't know where she lives though, and we'd like you there too.
Me: No can do. She's leaving for Julliard in 2 days.
Arin: Then we'll be on a plane Friday morning before she leaves.
Me: It's no use. She won't talk to him. I'm telling you. Although I the seen the stream myself I still think he's a lying, cheating scumbag prick. I've had to sit on the phone with her almost every god damn night until she finally cries herself to sleep. I just don't want to see her hurt anymore then she already is.
Arin': It'll be good for both of them.We're coming anyway.
Me: Suit yourself but it's pointless.
End POV

Your POV

Packing was hard. I basically packed away what I could of my life into a few suitcases and gym bags. I never imagined I'd actually be doing this one day. I also never imagined it'd be this hard.
I was gonna be away from my family and friends for the next 9 months, and I think, that's gonna be the most difficult. 'What if my roommate is a total bitch? What if I don't make friends easily?'
I tried my best to shake the though away but, I wasn't exactly popular in high school.
End POV

*Time Lapse To Friday*

Marks POV

The 3 hour flight to Washington wasn't so bad. My palms were sweaty, my legs felt weak and my face was burning because of how nervous I was to see (Y/N) again for the first time in a month. 'I know what happened wasn't my fault but, what happens if she doesn't believe me...' Arin grabbed ahold of my shoulder "You'll be alright man, I promise." We grabbed our luggage and wheeled it out of the airport. A taxi pulled up and the driver got out to help put out luggage in the trunk.
"1136 Gilton Ave please."

After a $30 cab ride later we pulled up to an average size, brick house. Sure enough, the car (YC/N) was driving was parked in the driveway. This was diffidently the right place.
We dragged our luggage up a small set of stairs and knocked on the white wooded door. We were greeted by a short, older brunette. "Yes? Can I help you?" the woman question. Arin piped up. "Yes, hello Ma'am, uh we're friends of (YC/N) is she around?" The woman opened the door wide, smiled and waved us in."Lala, you have some company" the woman shouts from the hallway. A door upstairs makes a loud squeak as it opens, and footsteps echo down the stairs.

"Ma, how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Lala in front of friends!" (YC/N) greeted Arin with a smile and a big hug, before turning to me and giving me a cold stare. I couldn't shake the feeling that I'm obviously not wanted here."Come upstairs. You can leave your stuff down here."She turns around and made her way up the stairs. "Lala, you know the rules about boys. They're not allowed to stay the night."--"I know! They're not spending the night."

"Lala...?" I snickered. "You have no right to open your mouth around here after what you did to my cousin. The only thing I want to come out of your mouth is the truth." I was kinda taken back by her lash out. I thought she was willing to help but damn, she was treating me as if I were a criminal.
"Alright, well the truth is, she came on to me." She began to flair her arms in the air and looked as if she wanted to take a swing at me. "Classic. What else you got? Honestly I don't believe jack shit that comes out of your mouth."

I sat on the edge of her bed, and rubbed my face. Clearly it was a mistake to come out here. If her cousin won't believe me, how can I expect (YN) to. "I love your cousin. I really do. Please believe me. You want the truth? Well, here's what happened. I had just gotten home, I settled down with my laptop to record some skate 3 so I have a few videos to upload over the next few days. I had a knock on the door, I thought it was (YN) but it was my ex girlfriend. I asked her to leave several times, I even threatened to call the police, as we're not on good terms. She made it a point to say something about my YouTube popularity, and the money I make from it, which only leaded me to figure she looked me up hoping for a sugar daddy or some shit, I don't know. She really did come on to me though.  She forced herself on me. she may be a small girl, but I felt over powered. I was being held on my couch against my will. When I finally found the strength I managed to get up, and get her off me. I told her I have a girlfriend, and even tried to call the police. That's when she left. I guess she realized it wasn't worth all the trouble. Do you really think if I wanted to cheat on my girlfriend, I'd do it in my own home? Knowing she was a set of keys? I wouldn't be that stupid but, that factors irrelevant. The point is, (Y/N) means everything to me, and I'll do anything to get her back." 

(YC/N) sat in the chair in the corner, just staring at me with wide eyes. "You really do love her....WELL you shouldn't have cheated, dirt bag! You're a really good actor, you know that, Mark. Brilliant even. Bravo!"  She sarcastically clapped to the most sincere act I've ever given.  Her words were sharp, and hurt but, I couldn't be any more genuine, and she still thinks I'm lying. I just shook my head at disbelief. I can't believe she's being serious. "WAIT! Mark, you have your laptop here right?" I stared up to Arin with uncertainty. "Ye...."-- "I just thought of something!" 

Arin, rushed out the bedroom door and sprinted down the stairs. He arrived back in the room secondly later with my laptop bag. He opened the bag, and handed me my laptop. "Log on, and go to your videos." Still sort of confused, although didn't question I turned it on and logged in. 
I began to scroll down my videos until we reached the bottom of the page, and I figured out what he was doing. "Arin you're a genius!" 

I double clicked on the last video on the list which was a total of 32 minutes of recording. My videos are rarely ever this long, and it's from that night. "(YC/N) come here." I beckoned her over, and she got up and rolled her eyes at me, squatting down to watch my screen. "The night this happened, I was recording Skate 3, after Barbra showed up I had completely forgotten I was recording a video and eventually my laptop died, but my laptop must have saved what it got before the battery died."

I hit play, and skimmed through the video until I see myself get up to answer the door. "Don't you get it-- I have this on video, I can prove it wasn't my fault!" I let (YC/N) watch the entire video which showed EVERYTHING I claimed to have happened. At 22:31 you can see in plain view the door opening just a crack, and at 26:54 there I am frantically calling (Y/N.)

"This will change everything! She has to see this. We gotta leave, now!"