Nervously fiddling with your sketchbook, you place it beside you and look over to Mark sitting on the other side of the couch. ‘I can’t let him get a hold of it this time’ you lightly blush, thinking about your recent artwork. He clears his throat,

“So, um, what do you want for your, uh, birthday?”

“Nothing” you say almost automatically and he looks over to you, “there’s… not much I want. Plus,” you continue to fiddle with the sketchbook, “I figure it’s best if I just drink at home, to be safe.”

He adjusts himself slightly and goes on to ask, “You haven’t really been able to check out the town yet, right?”

“Yeah,” you reply, wondering why he’s asking.

“Then it’s settled,” he gives you a triumphant smile, “we’ll go out, get something to eat, and return you home to enjoy the rest of your birthday.”

You blush and look down at your lap, ‘Did I just get asked- no… told to go on a date?!’

“So, how about it?” he asks, leaning over a bit towards you.

“F-fine, that’s fine, I suppose…”

You say your goodbyes, and as soon as he leaves, you grab your phone, texting Elena. “I got a date!” You blush, looking over the words.

Ding.

“What?! You sure move fast! ;) -<3 Elle”

To that, you stick your tongue out and lay down on the couch, thinking about how many would’ve killed for this.

Kill…

'Oh, god, I can’t tell anyone that my date is the Markiplier, Mark Fischbach.' you place you hands over your face and groan.