"Well, here it is." He sighed out as he turned his car off. "Home sweet home." He grumbled as he stepped out of the car. I stayed in my seat a moment and just stared at my lap, thinking. What is even going on with my life?
A few moments had passed until Mr. Fischbach opened up my door for me and held out his hand. "So? Are you comin' in, or what?" He chuckled lightly. I sighed out a smile and pushed myself out of the car, grasping his hand to lead me out. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and slid one into his front door's lock with ease. It wasn't until after we had entered the house I noticed we were still holding hands. I quickly pulled away and looked down in shame. I did not want to be a bother, but I feel like I'm just digging the grave deeper for myself here. I didn't want to see his reaction from my hand absent in his, but even though my head was down, I could feel him watching my every swaying movement.
"Uh... do you want a tour, or to find everything for yourself?" He asked. I don't want to stumble in alone. I might walk into something I'm not supposed to, or might not even want to see. I can't be a bother though, he has done too much for me already. I let my eyes wonder his home as a replied to his question.
"I'll find it on my own. It's okay. Thank you for everything, Mr. Fisch...." My eyes landed on him as he glared at me.
Hey man, it's not my fault I'm used to calling you Mr. Fischbach if you're my lawyer. Gimme some time. I'll get used to it.
"Mark! Ah hah! Haha, got ya!" I awkwardly chuckled/sighed out as I pointed my fingers at him. "Right..." He rolled his eyes as he walked down two of the visible halls in his home. "I'll be going to the bathroom, knock if you need me!" He shouted from down the hall. I watched where he was going until he turned into a room, just to know not to go in there and invade his privacy. I followed down the hall and counted the doors. Two on the right, one on the left. Mr. Fischbach had entered the left one, so I could only assume that's the restroom. I walked to the end of the hall and opened the first door on the right. It seemed like an office area. A large desk and chair stood before a window, a bookshelf to the left wall which is covered in binders and papers, and a small, black leather couch to the left of the door. It's a cute little area, but I should probably stay out. Work purposes.
I walked out and to the door of the next room. I opened the surprisingly heavy door, and found an another office-like space. This one also had a desk and chair, but the desk had a computer, camera, monitor, and microphone on it. There is black foam stuff on the walls, and a few lights here and there. I heard Mr. Fischbach close the door across the hall, indicating that he's out of the bathroom. I'll ask him about this room in a moment.
I walk closer to the desk and observe the enormous monitor, it's the biggest thing I've ever seen! With the camera and lights everywhere, you could easily feel like a movie star.
I walked out of the room and proceeded down the other hall. This one had three doors on the left, and two on the right. Man, this guy knows how to live.
I open the first door to the left and find a modern style bedroom, which I could only assume is my own. It's pretty empty, minus the queen sized bed, bureau and nightstand. The room had a cozy feel that I could definitely get used to.
I close the door and enter the next, only to find it's a small closet. You could probably fit around four people in here, if Mr. Fischbach's jackets weren't hanging here. I close it and open the last door on the left, seeing something I wouldn't expect to find.
A shirtless Mark Fischbach searching through his bureau, back to me.