You open your eyes, but immediately cover them. ‘Damn sunlight…’ You squint your eyes and see you’re on a not too familiar couch, but soon remember last night. Well, most of it, anyways. A snore comes from behind you, looking back, you see that Mark had been your pillow throughout the night. Feeling your face start to heat up, you let your eyes wander from his face, over his lips, to his chest…

You lightly shake him, trying to wake him up, but it’s no use. All you get in return is the occasional mumble of “shut… Wade…”

You look at your phone, seeing you have a message from Elena.

“OMG, MARKIPLIER?!?!-<3 Elle”

Your eyes widen, feeling the burn of the sunlight. Scrolling through the messages in which you reveal that your date was Mark; you even took a picture in both your drunken states, ‘Why am I so stupid?’

You munch on a freshly cooked piece of turkey bacon, which you grabbed from your apartment, returning to his to cook. Splitting up the food onto two plates, you carry them out into the living room and then proceed to wave one in front of Marks’ face.

He groans sleepily, “Zombie! What time is it?”

You giggle, sitting down next to him and lean close to his ear, “Noon, you silly man,” you say seductively, lightly blushing, ‘why did I do that?’

He opens his eyes, looks to you and dreamily smiles, “Hello, babeh.” He leans over to you, attempting to pull you into a hug, to which you push him back a bit.

“Wake up, loverboy, and eat the breakfast I oh-so painstakingly made.”

He blinks a few times, his face reddening. He grabs the plate and begins to eat.

“By the way,” you say hesitantly, “there was a plate with… I’m guessing, eggs, in the fridge” you gulp, continuing, “it smelled really bad, so I put it out of its misery in the garbage disposal.”