"How's it going bro's? My name is Pewdiepieeeeee! And welcome to Friday's with Pewdiepie! With Markimoo!"
Right now, we're both on the couch, doing Friday's with Pewdiepie, Mark's sitting next to me, and life's awesome! Except for you know, that fact that our relationship is completely fake, but whatever!
"So today, we're going to be doing a Q & Yay, where we do anything, answer anything! Kind of like Pewds does everything and a normal Q & A combined! Mark's tweeted to his fanbase, right?"
"Uh-huh"
"And I've tweeted to you bro's, and now, we're going to start! Right Mark?"
"Yes! I mean, wait, what did you say?"
"Anyway, let's begin!"
I'm actually so excited. Please be cute stuff, please be cute stuff. Uh, I mean, please no cutesy stuff *winkwink*.
I start to read aloud a tweet.
"@Mellissaflya:
#Q&Yay Have you guys ever read a Pewdieplier fanfic?"
Oh, Mellissa.
"What!? No! Well, I don't know about Felix."
I just smirk, because hey, for the fun of it right? But I do secretly hide the fact in the back of my mind that I have read a fanfic, lots of them.
It's then Mark's turn to read a tweet,
"@wishingwellofhell45
Cuddling or Spooning for Pewdieplier? #Q&Yay"
We both answer in unison,
"Cuddling."
I laugh, and he laughs, even though we've never actually cuddled, or spooned, but hey don't know that.
I then read another,
"@abandaidforwilly
For #Q&Yay, Pewdieplier should hold hands in public."
I smirk, because this is good.
"So where will we go?"
"We will walk down the street!"
"Okey-dokey!"
Setting up the tripod is hard. Especially when we have a busy street. Mark turns the camera on, and we waltz down the street, holding each other's hand. I skip, while I drag Mark along. He laughs, and I am happy.
We end up doing heaps more until we decide on the last one. I end up reading it.
"@lalybaly
#Q&Yay Pewdieplier should kiss!"
Mark honestly looks scared. He's a good actor most times, but this time, he's struggling to hold it in.
"O-okay, I mean, why not?" He finally says, he looks me in the eyes.
"Okay, let's do it."
He grabs me, and pulls me in close to him, I feel his hot breath on my chin, and Mark instantly pulls me in for a long, slow kiss. It's passionate, and that taste of strawberry hits me again. A surge of a feeling goes through my body, and it feels as if I'm flying. But I'm not. He pulls me closer, like he wants more, but I know we can't. There's a camera here. We break apart, and it's like fuel to the fire, his dark eyes looking into mine, it's a perfect scene. After we're transported back to reality, we quickly finish up the video. I race upstairs afterwards, to my room. I've never felt so many things, so many things from kissing someone. The part of my brain, the part that tells me I should let it go, go back to Marzia is wrong. I have to stay. Because I never want to know what will happen if I don't.
(AN: Sorry for the short chapter! It's really late and 2 chapters in 5 hours? Amazing! I'll write more tomorrow! - Emmzy xx)