RP: I Want To Touch You ( Horror_Show & CatchanDevil)

Indeed, it was weird. He felt strange holding her so close, eventually letting go, somewhat abruptly. "S... sorry," he apologised with a chuckle. Indeed, they hadn't seen each other for so long, how did he think that he could simply invite her here and they would get along? Well, he didn't quite think that. He knew it would be hard, but it was looking a bit like an insurmountable barrier for now.

"Yeah, rest up. I'll see you in the morning," he reasoned, letting her go down the hall to the guest room. He felt stupid, like he had missed something. Perhaps that was for the best though. She was tired, and he was nervous. After all, this wasn't just any girl, it was the girl he'd obsessed over... well, practically forever. He couldn't screw it up, certainly not.

He waited until she was gone, gathering up the plates and washing the dishes. Once that was done he headed to the room he used to make videos in, switching on the computer. He didn't feel like making a video that night, no, instead he spent it trolling through his emails and replying to those that needed replying. Bookkeeping was one of those many tiring exercises he needed to do each day. Might as well do it with nothing to do. He found himself a little distracted though, booting up Lilo's fanfiction on the other monitor. What was he doing?

It didn’t take long for Lilo to fall asleep. Any other girl in her situation may have laid there half the night, with anxiety, nervous or thinking about their brother but she was partially suffering from jet-lag, depression and new medicine. Another key element was she was at Markiplier’s house she felt a sense of calmness, it was subconsciously.

As she fell asleep her brother wouldn’t do as she suspected, he would be checking his fan’s e-mails, trolling and catching up on back work. It took a while and even when he took a small break he would still have unread e-mails or fan mail. She wouldn’t know that the very story she regretted getting so famous was now booted up in a document on one of his screen’s.

It was even that the fan-fic was unrealistic or cliché, it was written very detailed and planned out. It could have been put easily into a movie script. The erotic parts which were toward the middle to end were written very poetically and smoothly. Fan girls all over were raging over the story, imagining they was the main character.

A lot of fan art was still being submitted as well as fan music video’s. But still nobody but one person knew who had really written it, the man it was about, he knew who it was, the girl behind the character.

Mark continued for a little while, simply responding to his usual deluge of emails. Pretty soon though his eyes started to become half lidded with exhaustion and he knew it was time to go to sleep soon.

His tired eyes drifted onto the other screen however, letting Lilo's words lull him as he continued yet again. He'd already read it once after all, but still, he couldn't help himself from reading it again. It clearly came from a heart of passion. He blinked, slowly drifting to sleep. It certainly was very well written, and it emboldened him with hope that he was doing the right thing.

Mark switched his computer to hibernate, sending Lilo's story to bed in his RAM, before somewhat tiredly wandering to his own bed and shutting the door. He practically collapsed, not knowing how tired he had been. As he slept, he dreamt of her and what their future might be together. If there was one at all.