(AN: :') I'm sad after writing this.)
"Are you sure?" He asks me for the 100th time.
"Mark." I raise my eyebrow, he's almost too worried about me. We decided that tonight, we would make the vlog as the announcement. I never wanted this. Never. I want Marzia. I want to get married. I don't want to have to be paired with Mark for a whole year. But I have to, because YouTube policy states so. It's ridiculous, how your life can be ruined.
"Okay, let's start."
The camera is on top of the tripod, and we're on the couch. This is it. This is the end. The end of my career. Everyone will hate me for sure. And then he hit record.
"How's it going bro's? My name is Pewdiepieeeeee! And welcome to the day where it's all over." I say sarcastically, hoping Mark will get my plot.
"It's all over? Why? And...what?"
"You!" I push my finger into his chest, "Shush!"
"So today, we're going to talk about something different, something that's kind of serious."
"Oh don't go all depressed on me now, Felix!"
"I told you to shush it!"
"Sorry!"
I sillily glare at him for a little while longer, my face in a pout. I then turn back to the camera.
"Anyway, what I was trying to say was-"
"Do you want to say it together?"
"What did I say!" I grab his face and pull it to mine, we're mere centimetres apart now. No, no, no. I can't do this. I'm with Marzia.
An inner voice in my head argues,
But Felix, technically, you're with Mark now. You can kiss him all you like.
I can't deny how much I want this now. His dark brown eyes like chocolate, his raven hair.
My eyes flick down to his lips, and I bite mine.
Then I kiss him.
It's not at all bad, hell, it's amazing. He tastes sweet, like a strawberry milkshake. It feels all the more right.
But still all the more wrong.
One voice in my head begs me to keep going, keep kissing him, while the other side is screaming at me to stop, and to think of Marzia.
I give into the latter.
We pull apart, and for a few moments, we're breathing the same air. Mark gets up and looks into the camera,
"Well, that kind of spoiled it."
"Mark!"
"Okay! Okay! Fine, we're dating."
"Yes."
"So, tell us what you think-"
"I don't care what you think. It's okay to write in the comments, I just don't care what you think." I smile into the camera. Mark looks at me.
"Okay then."
"So that's all the time we have for today! We'll see you in the next video, and until next time, stay awesome bro's!" I wave goodbye from the couch, Mark stops recording.
"I've got to go record, there's food in the fridge."
"Okay."
And he's gone. I'm left alone with my thoughts. Left to die wondering with these two possibilities screwed into my mind. It's horrible. But I do have to get one thing off of my chest. I get up from the couch and walk down the hall, where I presume he's in the office. I lightly knock on the door before pushing it open.
"Hey...about what happened before..."
"Oh yeah, just for the camera."
"Okay. Good."
And I leave the room, shutting the door closed behind me. Part of me wants to feel crushed, dead from his words, while the other part of me is sighing in relief. I don't know which one I approve of.

Later in the evening, we order a pizza. It arrives around 7:30, and now we're here, sitting on the couch, watching a crappy TV show about cooking and gardening. None of us want to change the channel though, feeling as if we'd break the "comfortable" atmosphere. It really is hard like that. Mark goes up to the kitchen after finishing his pizza, and puts his plates and cups in the sink.
"You uploaded the video yet?"
"No." I reply, "I'll do it before bed. And speaking of bed, I think I'm going to head up now. I'm tired as hell."
"Okay, see you in the morning."
"See you then."
I won't bother having a shower, I'm too tired for that. But I do navigate upstairs to the second bedroom. It's large, the wall-space is white, there's no colour in the room, except for a red card with a white play symbol sitting on the bed. I slowly pick it up and turn it over reading the black typing on the back.
"Yyou think yoou know it all? Uup where the cllouds are, they knoow it all. they are invvisible, suree, but hhow many tiimes have they mmade things right?"
I'm not even going to mention about the use of letters. The spelling is horrible, but it must mean something, with all of the double letters, right? I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and decide to catch Mark before he hits the hay.
"Mark?"
"Felix?" His face is illuminated by the lamp to his right. I walk up close to him, and look him in the eye.
"Goodnight Mark."
I kiss him on the cheek, turn around on my heel, and head back to my room. I close the door and sink down to the floor, grabbing the card off of my bed. It must mean something. I don't know, and I might not know for a while, but anyway. I think about his words again,
"Oh yeah, just for the camera."
"Just for the camera."
I wonder if I'm okay with that.