It was the next day and I was still sleeping, as I had worked well into the night on the blue prints of a newer and faster flat escalator for the Portland Airport. The actual name for the escalator was slipping my mind at the moment. I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs and launched outta my bed. "Who's in my house and how do you have actual food?!" I screeched. I looked to the small kitchen through my tiny hallway and saw Mark cooking. "Oh, so you can cook? And how did you get real food?" 

Mark turned to me and gave a goofy smile. "I took your car to the store and bought some,"

"Without my knowing?! What if you crashed and I didn't know about it?! I'm not in your emergency contacts! Your friends and family wouldn't make it all the way out here in time!"

"That's taken care of," Mark pulled out his phone and showed the contacts. "Speed dial" was shown under my name.

"That's weird and creepy. Did you do get all that stuff while I was asleep?"

"Yeah. And don't worry. I'm not gonna steal anything. I was actually stopped by the cashier. She was a fan of mine too,"

"Small world when you have eight million subscribers,"

"Well three-hundred-something million is a big number compared to eight million. It's a small fraction of the American population,"

"Whatever. And careful. The bacon and eggs are about to burn,"

"What?!" Mark turned back to the stove and frantically put the bacon and eggs on two of my one dollar plastic plates. "Uh... Breakfast is served?"

"Okay, I should have mentioned this earlier, but I don't like eggs. (Sorry if you do) But it wouldn't have made any difference considering you were already making 'em,"

"That's fine. I need the protein to keep up with my manly strength anyway," Mark said, smirking.

"And I need the bacon to whoop your butt at Call of Duty," I responded, giving a dumb smile.

"Don't we both have jobs to do?"

"Mine can be done anytime. The deadline is on Sunday and today's Wednesday. I just have to do a few more calculations and see if I got the mechanics right,"

"What is your job anyway, (Y/N)?"

"I'm a robotics engineer. I can do anything from a flat escalator to designing the newest gaming consoles. I don't do software though, I think it's confusing,"

"Cool. Well, I guess I gotta get to my job. The fans get restless if I don't upload,"

I laughed. "I know that feeling,"

"Can I use your desktop?"

"Sure. I don't have anything planned right now. So go ahead,"

"Thanks!"

I grabbed a plate and shoveled bacon in my mouth, then scraped the eggs on Mark's plate. Mark grabbed his big bag and pulled some crud out of it, then set it all up. He put on the web cam and started up a new game. Turning it on, Mark gave a goofy smile. "Hey guys! It's Markiplier and today we're gonna play another Indie horror game called 'The Monastery'! I've heard it's pretty much a Slender clone, but someone suggested it. So why don't we play! Oh, and before I forget, I forgot to mention I was visiting Oregon for the week, so the sound's not gonna be as good, but it'll be a lot better than in a hotel because I'm staying with someone for the time being!" Mark gestured me over. "This is (Y/N), I met her in Portland's Comicon that just so happened to start when I got here, but don't worry. She's not my girlfriend. She's just been nice enough to let me use her desktop," I gave a slight smile and waved. "Alrighty then, let's play!"

I walked over to my TV and grabbed an Xbox controller. I put on my special wireless headphones and turned them on, they transmitted the sound from the game into the headphones, so Mark wouldn't be hearing shooting from behind him. I muted the TV and started Call of Duty 2. I was playing an online game and all I heard was explosions and cursing. "Oh shut the fudge up," I muttered.

"SCREW YOU LADY!" I heard KakeMaster253 scream. "YOU SHOULDN'T EVEN BE ON THIS GAME FOR MEN!"

I snarled and let loose my final killstreak. A pack of hungry Rottweilers. I heard a ton of screeching and I got kill after kill. "WHO FUCKING DID THAT?!" KakeMaster253 screamed.

"The lady," I said lowly. I shot a guy in the back and won the game. I never heard another word from any of those morons as I saw them rage quit one by one. "See ya!" I said to the screen as the last guy exited. I took off my headphones and turned to Mark. "You almost done there, Markimoo?" I asked mockingly.

Mark turned in his swivel chair and looked at me. "Yeah. Been done for a while. I was just shuffling through your internet history,"

My eyes shrank. "Wh-what....?"

"I'm kidding. I was actually looking at your Minecraft worlds. Some pretty decent stuff you built,"

"It's better than a Chica with homing missiles for drool,"

"Hey, I was drunk!"

"Still,"

Mark scoffed and I let out a giggle.

"When was your birthday again?" Mark asked suddenly.

"Uhm... Lemme see... The third. So literally the next day after Comicon: Portland Edition ends,"

"Okay, cool. I won't be leaving until Monday, so you're gonna be stuck with me,"

"Aw, so I'm stuck with you for five more days?" I whined in a mocking tone.

"You would think my biggest fan would want me to stay forever," Mark said, smiling.

"Whatevs, where do you wanna go?"

"I honestly wanna stay here. I'm a little tired of traveling around for now,"

"Okay, you wanna play some Mario Kart 8 on my Wii U or Mario Kart 7 on our 3DSs?"

"How about Mario Kart 7?"

"Okay! Lemme go get my 3DS!" I grabbed my 3DS XL with Mario Kart already popped in. I ran back into the living room and jumped on my couch, signaling Mark over. Mark got up from the swivel chair and plopped down on the couch, Moe hopped on his lap. I set up the wireless room and Mark joined. I picked my favorite cup of the whole series of Mario Kart; the MK7 Special Cup. I really liked Rainbow Road.

Mark and I finally finished the cup and Mark had barely crawled his way to first place. "How did you beat me?!" I asked in pure shock.

"I've been practicing since I woke up. I needed to be better at something," Mark replied with a grin.