Marcus had been making videos non-stop lately. It didn't bother you that much except for the fact that he didn't ever clean. But it's not like that wasn't expected with him always making videos versus when he wasn't always making videos. He didn't clean anything then either. 

You walked into Marcus' planning on making him dinner while he took a nap because he was exhausted. Your plan changed as you stood in the door of his kitchen and saw the mess. There were dirty dishes in the sink and it looked as if the garbage hadn't been taken out in months. 

You put in headphones and turned on your favorite music and started by taking out the garbage.  As you started the dishes you couldn't help but singing into forks and spoons as if they were microphones. It was habitual. 

When you were finished with the dishes you decided to sweep and mop. You were in the middle of sweeping when your favorite song came on. Using the broom as a microphone you sang like no one could hear and danced like no one was watching. In fact as far as you knew no one was listening or watching. 

As you spun toward the door and opened your eyes at the chorus of the song belted out you saw Marcus standing in the doorway. You froze, extremely embarrassed. He started talking but you couldn't hear him because of your headphones. You took them out and he smiled. 

"How long have you been there?" You asked meekly.

"Three songs, maybe." He laughed "I couldn't sleep with you out here singing like an idiot. I couldn't help but coming to see what you were doing." He pushed himself off of the wall and grabbed your phone and took it with him. 

The song you paused began playing from the speaker in the living room and you could hear Marcus singing. You went into the living room where Marcus was dancing and he grabbed your hand.