I opened the door into my apartment as Mark dragged his suitcase inside. I felt a little ashamed since he dragged it up the stairs from the ground floor until the fifth floor. Stupid apartment building, can't afford to have a bloody elevator. He placed his luggage by my sofa then he plopped down unto it. He breathed in and out. I asked him if he wanted something to drink. He nodded and I walked into my kitchen. I opened my fridge and took my pitcher out along with some cups. Walking over towards Mark, I noticed that he looked hot when tired. Because of this observation, I nearly tripped. What is wrong with me? I'm never this clumsy!

Mark notices my little blunder and laughs. He stands up and takes the pitcher and cups from me, "This way, nothing will break when you trip." Then he winks and grins. I'm pretty sure my legs were about to give out any minute now. Luckily, Mark sat back down unto the sofa, leaning on his knees. I copied him. He poured his water into a cup and drank from it. Once he placed it back down on the coffee table, he glanced at me then asked, "So... It seems that you're my soulmate. And apparently, you think so too, at least that's what Felix was implying." I felt myself blush. I opened my mouth to speak but I just ended up stuttering, "Uh, so... Um... So h-have you started seeing c-colors as w-well?" He grins and replied, "Just a couple, I saw it when we first met." For some unknown reason, I was still stuttering, "W-which o-ones?" He just shrugged and leaned back onto the sofa, "I don't know, to be honest."

"I have this book, maybe it'll help you figure out what color that is," I told him while I stood up. Walking to my room to get my book, I took my time to compose myself, to stop stuttering and be more confident. I stared at myself in the mirror and thought, Come on Jack! He's just a person! Sure, he might be your soulmate but still, compose yourself! I breathed in and out then I took my book which was sitting on top of my bed side table. Taking a little peep in my book, I found out that Mark's flannel was actually colored red. As confusing this color is, I actually quite like it.

I walked back into the living room and gave the book to Mark. He took it from me and started flipping the pages of the book. He stopped on one page and showed it to me, "This is the first one I ever saw." I couldn't see the color itself, only the label which stated that the color was violet. He took the book from me again and started looking for another color. Once again, he showed it to me. This time, it was the color brown. "I saw this one on your stuffed animal over there," Mark pointed at my stuffed dog on the mantel, "I'm guessing I got it when I caught you huh?" Then he gave me a cheeky wink. Unsurprisingly, my blood rushed over to my cheeks. He started laughing, "You look adorable when you blush." This made me blush even harder.

Once he stops laughing, Mark changed the topic, "What about you? What colors can you see?" I told him that it was blue and orange. He drinks another cup of water. I asked him the question I've wanted to ask him from the very beginning of this hangout, "Why'd you want to hang out with me all of a sudden?" He replied, with a stunning smile on his face, "Can't a man hangout with his soulmate? But to be honest? I really just want to know you better. Aside from the fact that you're my soulmate, I really do know to more things about you. And maybe you'd get to know me a lot more. It's a win-win situation if you ask me."

I nodded in agreement. As I continued to drink my water, he observed me. Then he asked me, "Where are you from? I could tell you aren't from around here from your accent." I replied, "I'm from Ireland. I moved here after I graduated. I don't know why, it's not like I have some particular reason to do so. I just moved." He nodded and then grins. "Guess I'm not the only European around here," he states. I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "Well that's not exactly true. I'm half-German and half-Korean. My family moved to Cincinnati after I was born. Then I moved here to pursue my YouTube career." That last sentence made me ask him his YouTube channel which was "Markiplier. It's a portmanteau to my name and multiplier. That's also my Twitter username." Finally, I can stalk him in peace.

We continued talking and talking until our jaws hurt. The night was no longer young but Mark didn't want to go home just yet. We agreed to watch a movie, Hot Fuzz to be exact, which was my favorite movie of all time. As the night got older and older, I drifted away to sleep on my sofa, right next to Mark.

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Hey guys! It's our summer vacation (finally)! I decided that I should tell you when I probably will update. You guys should expect updates every 2 weeks. Here's to more frequent updates! *inserts iced tea bc im too young for alcohol and its hot*

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is it just me who's very productive when im sleep deprived or does someone else feel the same?

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