Song: The Run And Go by Twenty one pilots

I don't do shit in my life, I'm always in my room(that is not an exaggeration), and next week I have to be active and go to band camp...this should be interesting :/

Y/n's POV

After about an hour of walking, I made it to the surprisingly large house. It was nothing too big, but it definitely wasn't considered small. All the lights in the house were on, causing the sigh of relief that came from me.

Mark's neighbors were sitting on their front porch. Two older ladies, rocking back in forth in rocking chairs, and conversing quietly to each other. They made eye contact with me before the looked away, but not before they sent me a harsh glare. I decided to ignore it and continued my way towards the front door.

When I got there, it only took a few seconds before the door opened. A guy with brown, curly hair towering over me stood with a confused expression. This caused one to creep on my face as well. Had he given me a fake address? Did my phone mess up?

"Can I help you?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.

"Uh, I think I may have the wrong address." I begin turning around before the tall guy spoke again.

"Who are you trying to find? I could probably help."

Not wanting to be rude, I turn back around to him. My mouth opens to decline his offer, to say it was fine, but his soft eyes and adorable smile made me want to stay a little longer, despite the awkwardness.

"Uh-" I begin, trying to think of words. "Is there any possibility you know a Mark? I don't know his last name but he gave me this address and phone number."

I passed my phone to him and show where I had put the address and number into my notes. He nodded, taking a step back into the house.

"Yeah, Mark's right here. Come in." The guy led me inside and closed the door behind me. "Mark!" He shouted. A faint reply was heard from upstairs. "A girl is here for you!"

The front door was in it's own place. On the other side of the door were stairs right next to each other, a wall between them. One side led upstairs and the other led downstairs. The upstairs was visible from where I was standing. The railing prevented anyone from suddenly finding themselves downstairs quicker than they thought but with a broken wrist. The couch sat to the side of the upstairs and a flatscreen TV was mounted on the wall opposite of the couch.

I could hear Mark's footsteps coming from the hallway next to the stairs going upstairs. The tall guy sent me another smile. "My name's Tyler, by the way. I live with him and the others."

I raise a brow. "Others?"

"Oh yeah. There's Seán, Ethan, Felix, Bob, and Wade, They're really nice."

I nod, trying to remember all the names. I remember Mark mentioning a Wade at Lucas' party. Mark eventually comes rushing down the stairs, a smirk on his face.

"For a minute I thought you weren't gonna come." Mark stated.

"Wasn't planning on it until my roommate wouldn't let me back into our dorm room." I rolled my eyes.

"That explains the book bag." Mark nodded, motioning to the bag on my back. I nodded with him.

"You should introduce her to the rest." Tyler suggested. "They're downstairs playing the PS4."

As if on cue, yells of frustration and celebration were heard from the open basement. Mark nodded in agreement, beginning to jog down the stairs, Tyler and me behind him.

"Fucking hell, this damn game!" A high pitched voice yelled while others laughed. Tyler laughs as we enter the room, seeing two couches, one in the middle of the room, and the other agains the wall across from us. A TV was on the left wall showed the frustrating game of Get Over It.
(Can that be played on PS4? If not, it was the only game I could think of, okaayyy!)

"Oh, not this game from hell." Mark groaned, walking towards the couch the player was sitting on. He stood behind it and placed his forearms on the back of it, leaning on the couch while watching the youngest looking guy play. Tyler stood on one side of Mark and I stood on the other side of him, leaning on the pillar holding the ceiling up next to me.

The teenage looking boy fell from a high place and back to the beginning. He tossed the controller to the brunette next to him and yelled, "I'm done! This is bullshit! That game can burn in hell!" The other guys laughed as he sat, face red from anger. Some of the guys on the couch against the wall gave me curious looks before Mark stood up straight and spoke up.

"So this is Ethan-" He pointed to the frustrated boy. "-Seán-" He pointed to the guy next to Ethan. "-and these three are Bob, Wade, and Felix." He pointed to the guys going down the row. Seán and Ethan turned around to look at me. "And guys, this is Y/n."

They mumbled their hello's and gave small waves. I sent them a shy smile. "You guys are gonna have a full head of grey hair if you keep playing that." I joked.

"No kidding." Wade chuckled.

Seán held the controller up. "You wanna try?"

After thinking for a bit, I shrugged and nodded. I grip the controller in my hand and begin playing, trying to get as far as I could. It was difficult, and some mean words flew out from my mouth, but eventually, I got pretty far. Though, before I could get excited, I made a wrong move, and found myself falling to the beginning.

"Are you kidding me?" I shouted angrily, a laugh or two coming out loudly.

Mark patted my back. "Poor Miss Y/n."

"At least she's not throwing chairs!" Seán giggled, making the room erupt into laughter.

"Last time Mark played, he got so mad he flipped a chair." Tyler informed me through small chuckles.

"Hey!" Mark yelled. "You can't blame me for that!"

"Oh, but we can." Said Felix.

All of us continued playing the game, yelling at the screen when we found ourselves back at the start. It was fun, all of these guys were amazing. It was odd that everyone in this group was good looking. I found out the youngest looking guy, Ethan, was actually twenty-one. He looked like a teenager, I wouldn't doubt it if he said bartenders questioned if his ID was real.

It was an hour or two when it was just Mark and I in the basement and the clock read 2:26am. I had class tomorrow morning, but I chose not to worry about it now. We had switched the game to Call Of Duty: Ghost. The screen was split, my player on top, and his on bottom(insert Lenny face here). The both of us were searching for the other, trying to kill the other to win.

"You're looking at my screen, you cheater!" Mark yelled, giggling.

"I am not!"

"Then how are you so close to me?"

"I didn't know I was close to you until now." I laughed, getting ready to shoot his character when I saw him.

"Sure ya didn't." Mark nodded sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes with a wide smile on my lips. When we were here, Mark seemed to lose the I'm-a-badass-and-I-don't-care-what-anyone-thinks attitude. He was more bubbly, and he laughed a lot more. It was as if he had a whole other side to him he only let out at home.

On my half of the screen, I see something moving. To my rare luck, I find that it's Mark's player and begin shooting him, killing him before he could react. I grinned victoriously at him while he started at the screen, mouth agape. Slowly, he turned his head toward me and closed his mouth. One side of his mouth pulled upward, creating a smirk and a mischievous look in his eyes.

"You cheated." He stated, leaning back into the couch with his arms crossed. Before I could argue, he added, "You owe me something."

I looked at him, not sure how to react. "Really? I owe you something?"

He nodded, his smirk never faltering. His sudden attitude change spread to me quickly, forming the same look he had on his face to mine. Hopping up, I find myself straddling Mark, both my hands around his neck. His hands find a place gripping my waist, his thumbs slowly rubbing along my waistline.

"Something like this?" I mumbled, a playful grin on my lips.

He smiled fully, forgetting about the smirk. "I'm gonna need a lot more than just this, baby girl." He said quickly, sitting up straight and capturing my lips.

He leaned back slowly into the couch, my lips still attached to his. My right hand creeped up his neck and began mindlessly playing with the hair on the back of his head. He grunted quietly, one hand rubbing my inner thigh, the other pulling me closer by the belt loop. He licked my lip hungrily. Grinning slightly, I grant him an entrance, wrapping the short hairs around my finger. Mark's hand found it's way under my shirt, roaming around with no specific place to go. He broke his lips away from mine, kissing down my jawline and down my neck. He was almost to my collarbone when he gripped the bottom of my shirt, beginning to pull it upwards. However, before he could pull the shirt over my head, loud, violent knocking was heard from the front door. At the sudden noise in the silence, I quickly jump up from his lap, causing the annoyed groan coming from him.
(My account is a smUT FREE ACCOUNT....I can barely write about a simple kiss properly, you think I can write smut?)

"Who could it possibly be at two in the fucking morning?" Mark grunted, standing up.

He took two steps toward the steps when the knocking stoped and two voices were heard.

"I need to see Mark." Someone demanded in a stern tone.

An Irish accented guy answered him. "Uh, yeah, h-he's downstairs." Seán stuttered.

Mark cursed under his breath as somebody was heard rushing down the stairs. A guy a little taller appeared at the foot of the steps. His eyes were dark and looked dead. His blonde hair looked fried and unkept and he had to be too skinny for it to be considered healthy. He stomped up to Mark, slightly towering over him, an angry expression on his face.

"You owe me over two thousand dollars." The man stated quietly through clenched teeth.

"I don't owe you shit." Mark spat, showing no fear.

The guy clenched his fist. "You caused all this shit. You pay for what you caused!"

"He got what he deserved." Mark spoke lowly. It was difficult to hear him. "If anything, he should be the one paying for all the shit he's caused."

The man stepped towards Mark. Mark took one step backward for every step the other guy took forward. They traded words, but they were speaking too quietly to make words out of them. Mark was speaking through clenched teeth, glancing at the dresser next to him every now and then. The man took another step towards Mark while Mark spoke. Apparently he had said something bad enough to set him off, sending the blonde guy reaching for Mark.

"Shut the fuck up!" The guy yelled. Mark dodged the guy's fist.

Silently hoping someone from upstairs comes down here before anything too bad happens, I stand quietly in my place, clueless of what to do, heartbeat picking up it's pace.

Mark pulled a drawer out quickly and pulled out a gun, aiming it at the guy. Before the stranger could throw another punch, he takes a step back with his hands slightly raised. My eyes widen in fear and shock and my body freezes. Mark pulled a pistol on someone. He's threatening to kill someone.

"Mark-" The guy started, voice shaking.

"I swear to God, Vic, you say one more word-" Mark threatened.

The blonde guy I now know as Vic interrupted him. "Think about this-"

Mark interrupted him again. "What did I just say?" He yelled.

It was silent for a moment before Vic let out an airy laugh. His hands fell back to his sides. "I know what you're doing." Mark sent him a questioning look. "You're not actually gonna shoot me."

"You gonna find your drug addicted ass wrong soon." Mark held the gun firmly, pointed directly at Vic's head.

Vic took a step forward and pressed his forehead against the barrel of the gun. "If you're gonna shoot me, just do it already."

Mark didn't move. His eyes remained harshly on Vic as he smirked. Vic grabbed the barrel of the gun and pulled it down so it was facing the floor. "Of course you wouldn't."

"Vic-"

Vic gripped Mark's shirt and pulled Mark close to him threateningly. Mark still showed no sign of fear. Again, Vic mumbled some words I couldn't make out. I was still frozen in my spot, my mind racing with questions and any possible outcome of this situation.

Vic grunted loudly, slamming his fist against Mark's head. Without hesitation, Mark brought the gun back up and pressed it against Vic's temple before pulling the trigger, sending a loud pop throughout the neighborhood. My ears ringing wasn't what I was concerned about. My eyes were trained on the floor below me, unable to move. I was afraid of what I'd see if I looked up. Multiple people were heard rushing down the stairs, yelling for Mark.

"What the hell- oh my God." Felix's voice was heard. The rest of the guys piled in the basement, shock filling their faces.

"We just got away from all of this!" Groaned Seán.

Finally, I get enough courage to look up. Mark is standing next to Vic's body, the gun still in his hand. A dark, red liquid spilled from the side of Vic's head a stained the white carpet underneath him. Mark took a step away from him, his eyes glancing between his hands and Vic's body. My hand found its way to my mouth at the sight, my eyes widening more than I thought was possible.

The guys quickly looked at me when they heard the small gasp.

"The girl is still here?" Bob shouted.

"Shit," Ethan repeated over and over under his breath.

"There's no doubt everyone around us heard the gunshot." Seán stated. "They'll call the police. Sherri and Carrol next door will report us faster than anyone could blink, you know that, Mark!"

Mark groans, anger rising again. "I know!" He shouted. "We have to leave. There's no way we could explain this."

"Here we go again." Ethan mumbled, beginning his way up the stairs. "I'll go pack."

"What about Y/n?" Tyler asked, pointing at me. "We can't just leave her here."

Mark sets the gun back down on the dresser and makes his way towards me. When he got too close for my liking, I flinched, taking a step back. There were a few feet between us.

"Y/n," Mark began softly.

"What did you just do?" I spoke. "What the hell do you guys mean you just got away from all of this?"

"We can't explain right now," Mark spoke quickly. "We have to leave. Now."

"I'm not leaving, especially with you-"

Mark interrupted me. "You have to come with us unless you want to risk being accused guilty for something you didn't do. If they find you here, they'll arrest you without question."

The guys were all starting at me. Mark stared at me with the same angered look he gave Vic. The body still laid on the floor, blood covering his face, neck, and hair. I'm apart of this situation whether I like it or not. If I stay here, who knows what could happen. If I leave, I'll be running from the police. Something I had no part in could have a bad outcome with both decisions.

I take my eyes off the lifeless body and scan the group of guys. "We don't have much time here." Mark states, looking panicked now.

Hesitantly, I nod slowly. "I-I'll go."

Mark turns around to the other guys. "Go get your things together." He instructed. Mark turned back to me and took a few steps toward me. Patting my shoulder, he said, "Go get in the car, and ignore anyone you see. We'll be out there soon."

What have I gotten myself into?