A/N: Hey guys. So sorry for taking so long to update. But I've been sick for the past week and I couldn't really do anything. But now I'm better and I can write for y'all. YAY!! 😆 And thank you for 121 reads and thank you for loving my series. But I will say that, sadly, I will not writing for awhile after this chapter because I'm spending time with my family for the holidays. So, I probably will be gone til January 2017. And in that case, Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year!🎉🎊 So, to kick of the holidays, here's chapter two.👏👏👏👏👏
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~Mark's POV~
Today is an amazing day so far. Today is the day I get to prove myself worthy. Worthy of being the friendliest YouTuber ever, that is. I just picked up my contest winner, (Y/N), from the airport and I have this strange feeling like I've met her before. I probably have somewhere in public, but nothing more than that. But I still get this feeling that we were more than that...Nah. That just my mind being perverted again...as always. But I'm still getting that feeling though because when I picked her up, she was totally all chill about it. Like we had met before somewhere. She didn't freak out like my last fan, Becky. She was crazy. Anyways, (Y/N) didn't pass out at all. Well, I guess she probably knew what she was getting into, but still. She's acting way too chill for this.

We finally got back to my house and I turned off the car and quickly ran over to the passengers side to open (Y/N)'s door and held out my hand to help her out. "Thank you, Mark." She took my hand and I helped her out. I smiled and nodded to say you're welcome. Once she was out of the car, I closed the door and went to the trunk to get her suitcase. I got it out and closed the hatch. It was a little heavy, but nothing I couldn't manage. "Oh, here. Allow me. It's pretty heavy." She tried to take the suitcase from me but I just smiled and shook my head. "No, it's fine. It's not that heavy. I got it. Besides..." I put the suitcase down for a second so I could flex one of my arms. "I've got musckelz (pronounced muss-kelz) for days." She laughed a little, or tried to hold back a laugh at least, and I smiled. "Ok, Musckelz Man. Lead the way." She stepped aside so I could walk up to my door. I fished my keys out of my pocket and then picked up her suitcase again and headed for the door. I unlocked the door and allowed her inside.

~(Y/N)'s POV~
He opened the door and I walked inside. Just as I remembered it. The high, vaulted ceilings. The beautiful staircase leading upstairs. The dark, what looks to be, Mahogany wood floors. Still beautiful as ever. And then, I hear a loud pitter patter of what sounds like dog claws gliding and scratching across the wood floors. And around the corner, comes a speeding, blonde bullet of fur that I know to be Mark's loyal fur friend, Chica, speeding towards me. Naturally, out of instinct for puppers, like Chica, I sat down on my knees on the floor and let Chica greet me. "Hiya, Chica. Oh, you're so cute and sweet and soft." I laughed a little as she licked my face and was, at this point, trying to push me over. Over the sound of slobber clinging to my face, I could hear Mark laughing behind me. Chica finally managed to knock me over and I fell on my back. I could barely see Mark through Chica's fur in my face and he was leaning against the doorframe, just laughing at me. "Are you gonna help me? Or are you just gonna continue to stand there and laugh?" Mark quickly stopped laughing, but still had a stupid grin on his face. "I'll help you." He got down on his knees and tried to pick up Chica off of me, but he somehow slipped and Chica knocked him over too and he fell on top of me. His face went red. I mean, we're talking, Hot Tamales RED. But for some reason, he didn't move. He just stayed there and stared into my eyes. I smiled a little at him to help break the tension, but I think that made things 'worse'. Before I knew it, he was leaning in to kiss me. And, of course, I let it happen because, once again, I did know him. We kissed for about 3 seconds before he immediately pulled away and sat up and his face was red again. "Oh shit. I-I'm so sorry. I-I-I don't know what got into me. I-" I quickly shut him up by pulling on the collar of his 'lucky' flannel and smashed my lips against his. We kissed again for about 3 seconds until Chica came hurdling at us again. She knocked Mark over and he landed on his side with an 'oof' and I just laughed a little. "Looks like Chica knows just the right time to become a battling ram." I laughed some more. "Yeah, well she needs to stop that." Mark tackled Chica and played with her and I sat up to watch and I just laughed some more. I laughed so hard that I thought my diaphragm had become a hard rubber.

After our little fiasco, Mark grabbed my suitcase and closed the front door. Yes, all of that happened with the door open. But hey, when you're having fun, everything else slips away from your brain. He lead me upstairs to the guest room, where I'd be staying. It was right next to his room. The room was a beautiful blue color with white trim and a nice bay window on the west wall. The bed was white wood with a beautiful blue, flowery bed spread to match the room color. He put my suitcase at the foot of the bed. "Welp, here you are. One luxurious suite with a view." He smiled and I laughed a little. "Wow, it's so beautiful. Did you decorate this room yourself?" He blushed a little and rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. And I feel kinda 'girly' for picking out that bed spread. I got some really weird looks in the store." I laughed a little and sat down on the bed, which is really comfortable by the way. Just as I remembered it. All of it. I skimmed my hand over the bed spread and chuckled a little. "Well, I like it. And I think you'd actually make a brilliant interior decorator." He laughed and shoved his hands in the pockets of his dark grey sweatpants. "Thank you. You're actually the first person to compliment me on this room. All my friends laughed at me for being 'girly'." I just chuckled a little. "Well, I mean you are 'girly', but that's a good thing. That 'girly' side of you is what makes you fun loving and easy to connect to. And it's what helps make you, well, you." He smiled and looked at the floor. "Thank you..." I smiled as well. "No problem."

After a few minutes of 'bonding' over interior design and a million dollar view, we decided to order some pizza. While waiting for the pizza, Mark turned on Netflix on his giant, flat-screen tv. "Netflix?" I questioned. He kinda blushed a little and looked away. "I don't have cable..." I just laughed a little and sat down on his couch. "You have a giant, flat-screen tv and you don't even have cable to watch the football games?" Mark gave me a weird look. "You like football?" I blushed a little. "Hell yeah. I love football. My two favorite teams are the Cowboys and Steelers." Mark scoffed. "Cowboys and Steelers....yeah right. The two best teams are Bengals and 49ers." I laughed at him. "Yeah right. Those are the two teams that are the lowest ranks in the NFL right now. How can they possibly be your favorites?" Mark sat down next to me on the couch and gave me a little smirk. "Well, I grew up in Cincinnati and I live in California." I felt stupid. Of course those would be his teams. "Oh, right...I forgot about that." Mark just laughed a little and cupped my cheek with his hand and leaned in to kiss me again, but this time, it was soft and meaningful. Like he remembered that we'd been together before and he finally got me back. "I know this is probably really weird to ask at this moment, but have we met somewhere before?"
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A/N: AHHH!! I AM SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU THERE!!! But, if it makes y'all feel better, I hurt myself by doing that. But I promise I will write the next chapter for you after my break. I should be back New Years Day. If not, then I'll be back on January 2nd, 2017 for sure. But entyways, I love you all so very much and thank you for 23.7K reads on First Glance and thank you all for loving this story so much and sharing it with everyone. This really means a lot. I think I have finally found my calling. Lol, jk. My calling is singing in choir. But I still love writing for y'all. Writing and singing are tied for first place right now. Entyways, Happy Holidays and a Happy New Year!🎉🎊 Alrighty, stay awesomely weird. Peace out my little Dreamers.😜✌️️