Hello! So I had this idea in mind, drew a couple of pictures here and there, some in deviantart and I though I should make it story. I don't know how long it will be, but probably short . In this story there are no ships etc, no oc's, and the relationship with mark and jack and everyone else is just friendship. Ok let's begin!


Mark sighed. He looked outside the window. It was a sunny day in LA ,as always, but Mark didn't want to cherish it. He didn't have an appetite to walk down the beach, take Chica for a walk at the streets or the park. He didn't want to make videos.

It was 3 days since he had been in a short "hiatus" from youtube and social media. Not a single sign of life, of an update. His fans were worrying, asking his friends if he was alright. The answer was simple. Everyone said that it was some personal problems.

And that was true. It was somehow a big problem. A problem that made him feel depressed in the last couple of days. He didn't have the urge to get up from bed. To make even one silly video and post it.

He sighed again, in despair. God it hurt so much. It was a feeling that he experienced it before, but this time, it was different on it's own way. He stopped looking out from the window and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge, took out some cheese, then grabbed two slices of bread and made a sloppy, excuse of a sandwich. That was his meal for today. Again.

He didn't have the urge to cook anything. All of his food would expire soon, but he didn't care. He would just throw them away, and maybe buy new ones, depending on his mood.

He took a small bite from his sandwich. He swallowed it.

"Well, I guess I should…." He started, but never finished. He kinda wanted to make videos, but his other part repulsed him form the idea. He was half workaholic, half sad.

Then his phone rang.

"Hey mom." He said trying to sound normal, or well, happy.

"Hi Mark. How are you?" she asked.

"Good. I suppose." He said.

"Are you feeling better?"

"A little." He said.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it is just you know, hard and all. But normal. It will pass. In some days I will be better. Don't worry about me, okay mom?"

"Alright, but if you want advice or a pair of ears to listen to you, I am always here." She said.

"Thanks mom." Mark said.

"And Mark, why don't you come here for some days? To get rest from all the stuff there.?"

"I will consider it. Thanks again mom. Bye." He said.

"Goodbye to you too Markimoo." She said.

Mark smiled. It was good that there was someone there that could help him smile. Even if it was his mom.

He finished his sandwich, and went to his bed. He looked at the ceiling, thinking.

"Why it has to be like this?...Amy?" he said to himself.

"What did I do wrong? If you told me sooner, I would…made things better for you." He said.

No response, of course.

Breakups are hard.