(A/N: Hey, guys. Once again, I'm going to give a quick warning regarding my other stories: NO LIKEY, NO READ-Y. That being said, no this not a PewdieCry story, no it's not a Markimash/Septiplier, it's just a story that I came up with of my own accord, and it's about my own characters. If you must comment, please keep it positive, and if you must criticize, again please keep it positive. Thanks, and enjoy!)
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I sat at the edge of my bed, my head in my hands. How could I do this and ruin something so important for Missy? Her plan had been sheer genius, but now I knew why I was here. That was what I had wanted, but I didn't want to ruin Missy's plans. Feeling like the worst person in the world was a new thing for me. I felt so guilty, I flopped onto my bed, buried my face into my pillow, and started sobbing. Fifteen minutes after, I heard a knock on my door.
"Hey, Kaite?" I heard Pewdie call. "Can I come in?" I made a noise that was a cross between a sob and a squeak.
"*heh* I'll take that as a 'yes'." He said, coming in and sitting next to me. I sat up slowly, wiping at my eyes and sniffling. Pewdie put an arm around my shoulders, obviously trying to be comforting.
"What's wrong, kiddo?" He asked, rubbing my left shoulder with his thumb. I shook my head, and pointed at my computer. The video was still open on my screen. Pewdie picked the laptop up, and replayed the video.
"Oh. Well, I see why you'd feel bad." He said, putting it back. I pulled my knees close against my chest, hugging them tightly.
"I'm the worst girlfriend in the world." I murmured from behind a curtain of hair as I rested my forehead against my kneecaps. Pewdie held me a little closer, stroking my head.
"Hey, don't beat yourself up about this." He said gently. "I'm sure you're not the worst girlfriend in the world."
I looked at him with an expression that clearly said 'seriously?' Pewdie cocked an eyebrow, and continued speaking.
"Believe it or not, I've seen some of you guys' vlogs. Came up on my recommended once, and I became curious, so I clicked. "You two look like you love each other very much. And I can tell that she'd forgive you for finding out about something so important."
I sighed, and laid my head against the blonde's shoulder.
"Thanks, Felix." I murmured. Pewdie grinned, and pulled his arm back. I sat up straight, still wiping my eyes. I was going to say something else, but then Cry knocked at the door.
"Kaite? Dinner's ready." He called. I giggled lightly, shaking my head.
"Okay, we'll be there in a sec." I called back.
" 'We'?" Cry repeated.
"Yeah, Pewds was showing me a better way to edit my videos." I lied, my hands shaking in my lap.
"Alright, but hurry up." Cry said, walking away. Pewdie stood up, and held out his hand. I took it with a grin, and he pulled me to my feet.
"Well, better get out there." Pewdie said. I nodded, and we headed for the kitchen.
"Whoa. I didn't know you could make that, Cry." I said, helping Cry clear off the table after dinner.
"*heh* I didn't either. It's just something I looked up." Cry replied. I grinned as I wiped the dishes off, and put them away.
"Um, by the way, Cry…" I began slowly.
"Hmm?" He said a little distractedly.
"Why IS Felix here, anyways?" I finished. Cry stopped what he was doing, not saying a word. Finally, he sighed, shutting off the faucet.
"He's been here for about a half a month." Cry said quietly, gripping the edge of the sink. "Originally, he and Marzia were getting onto some bumpy roads in their relationship. What it was is Felix was spending too much time on the channel, and it was affecting his mood and his health. "Eventually, he wound up snapping at Marzia on accident, and they agreed that he should get out of the house for a while, and away from the channel. For some reason or another, he called me first. Of course I said yes, he looked awful. Pity does that, you know." Cry walked over to the table, and sat down. I pieced the rest together myself, and finished his story for him.
"Then, at some point in time between now and then, Missy contacts you, asking you for a favor. You don't know her very well, so you're reluctant to accept at first. But then she mentions my name, and you're instantly curious. "This girl knows one of the semi-biggest inspirational speakers on YouTube? She tells you our relationship, then her plans for Pax2016. She's already been notified that the invites have been sent for us, and she's come up with the best surprise ever, which she posts on her exclusive channel. "Of course, she never told me about it, I found that channel on my own. After she's told you her reasons for contacting YOU, she asked you one more time, and you give in, agreeing to bring me to Florida on a bogus story, and the promise of a ride to Pax." I filled in.
Cry nodded, groaning slightly.
"God, I suck at stories." He muttered. I finished the tale with the things I'd found out here, and what I'd heard.
"Also, you said when I got here that your folks were coming this weekend, but when I asked you if you had any plans for Saturday, you said no. "And walking down the hallway to my room, I heard Pewds talking with Marzia, and tell her he loved her." I shook my head, sitting across from Cry.
"You're not the one who should be feeling bad about this." I murmured, my eyes downcast and half-filled with tears. Cry shook his head, taking my hand.
"Hey, kid. C'mon, don't beat yourself up about this." He said softly, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. I was about to argue when my phone went off. Turning on the screen, I pulled down the notice bar, and almost passed out.
" 'M…Markiplier says hello'? Whuh….What?"
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It took me a few seconds to gather the strength to reply to the Skype chat.
KrissaKat: Hi.
Almost immediately, I got a reply.
Markiplier: Hey. Was wondering if you'd answer.
KrissaKat: Is this some sort of troll?
Markiplier: Y would it be?
KrissaKat: Ya, still don't believe u.
Markiplier: Go 2 video call.
KrissaKat: Fine.
I switched it to video, checking my reflection first, and smoothing my frizzy hair down.
"Well?" I said as the loading screen came on.
"Audio okay?" Asked a voice from the other end just as their camera came on. I'd propped my phone up against a water bottle, and once I saw that he was really Mark, I was glad of that.
"Ah – I - *pffff….*" I slapped my thighs in frustration.
"Again." I finally said, sighing and running my fingers through my hair. Cry came around to see what was up.
"Oh, hey Mark." He said, waving lightly.
"Cry?" Mark asked, looking confused. I lifted my head from the table, where I'd hidden it behind my arms.
"Sup?" I muttered. Mark snickered, and sat back in his seat.
"Well, you're not as excited as I expected." He said, chuckling lightly. I snickered sarcastically, sitting up.
"Yeah, well…After meeting Cryaotic and PewDiePie face-to-face in quick succession, and spending a whole day with them already, you get a kinda lacklusterous attitude." I said pointedly.
"Hey, I take offense to that statement." Cry protested, bopping me in the head. I rolled my eyes, and continued talking.
"So, why has the great and manly Markiplier decided it worth his time to contact such a lowly being as I?" I asked in a mockingly regal tone. Mark shook his head lightly, laughing.
"Hey, I was just gonna ask if you had any plans for Pax?" He said innocently, raising his hands. I thought about Missy's video, which caused me to tear up.
"I…I don't think so." I said finally.
"Well, great! I was thinking maybe we could do a few 1v1 games during the con." Mark chirped. I'd been scanning the background behind him while he was talking, but now my eyes snapped back to his.
"What, really?" I asked hesitantly.
"Yeah." Mark said without hesitation. That speedy way in which he'd replied to my question made me wonder, but I decided to play along.
"Eh, why not, right?" I said neutrally, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Awesome! So, the con's in two weeks, and by the looks of things, you're already in Florida, yeah?" Mark hazarded a guess. I nodded, pointing to Cry, who was still standing behind me, with my thumb.
"Felix too." I informed him. Mark made a face like, 'Oh, cool' and kept talking. Pretty soon, we'd made plans that fit around Missy's plans perfectly, even though I'd have to pussy-foot around her all day.
"Do I get to hang out with Jack and Yami, too?" I asked eagerly. Mark made the same *pffff* noise I had, raising his shoulders like I was asking about something that should've been obvious.
"Well, duh!" He said in an intentionally goofy voice.
"WOO-HOO!" I squealed, pumping my fist in the air and jumping up in my chair before clamping my hands over my mouth, and flushing a deep crimson. Mark started laughing, and I slowly took one hand from my mouth, and pulled my hood over my face like I had the day Cry had called.
"Aw, c'mon. Don't hide." Mark said, trying to stop laughing. I lifted the edge of my hood a tiny bit, just enough that my mouth showed. I gave Mark a tiny smile, then sat up straight, pulling my hood off all the way.
"Welp, I gotta go finish packing up. See you next week?" Mark asked.
"Definitely." I replied, smiling brightly.
"Great!" Mark chirped.
"Brilliant." I responded, pulling out my best Yamimash voice. Mark laughed again.
"Alright, g'night kiddo." He said.
"Night, big guy." I murmured, ending the Skype call. The kitchen was quiet for a bit. Too quiet for me. I jumped up from my seat, picking up my phone, and switching on my Spotify songs.
"Dance with me, Cry!" I said, grabbing his hands, and spinning him around as Set It Off filled the kitchen. I might've been acting like a little kid, but at that moment dressing as a polar bear with an affinity for banana chips wouldn't have swayed me from my mood. Anything to distract me from the thought of next week. Soon afterwards, Pewdie joined us, and we had a load of fun, taking turns dancing with each other. Eventually, though, I went to my room, and got out a few bottles of booze from a secret pocket in my larger travel case. They'd been for just in case I needed a little help getting to sleep, but I pulled them out anyways. Cry protested at first, but Pewds opened his, and Cry's argument went down the drain, and he joined in.
The last thought before I passed out by Felix was: Missy would've loved this.
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Waking up at 3 in the morning with a pounding headache between two guys is one thing. Waking up at 3 in the morning with a pounding headache between two famous, hot guys on the kitchen floor when they both have one hand each lying limply in both of yours, and beer bottles in their other hands, and you've got one sitting on the table above your head…. That's a whole 'nother story.
I had to sit up carefully to avoid waking the boys up, and even then it was hard not to make noises due to my semi-hangover headache. Standing up slowly, I stumbled to the bathroom, and promptly made myself throw up, which then invoked the already-coming volley of vomit. After a quick shower, which took at most ten minutes, I rinsed out my mouth, grabbed some stuff from my bags, got changed, headed back to the kitchen, and started to brew something for my headache.
"Thank God Cry owns a kettle." I mumbled under my breath, setting said kettle on the stove to boil. Felix was next to wake up.
"Ugh, no more parties for me, thanks." He groaned, clutching at his head. I pointed down the hall to the bathroom.
"Puke receptacle down the hall, first door on the right." I said, not bothering to look up from my Twitter page. Felix grunted, and headed for the bathroom.
I quickly checked my notifications. Nothing. Good. I closed the app, and went to Google Hangouts. One new message from Missy.
At 2:34
M: Hey. U up?
I pulled up my keypad, and started typing.
K: U awake?
A few seconds, then a reply.
M: Ya, I'm up.
K: Did u need something?
M: Ya. I was talking w/Jack again.
K: Really? How u do dat? :/
M: heh, is EZ. Just text him on Twitter IMer.
K: U guys IM each other?!
M: Ya. Sorry 4 not saying.
That's not the only thing you're not saying, is it? I thought as I typed back.
K: Is ok. Anyways, u were saying?
M: Ya, so I got us seats on Markiplier's Q&A panel.
K: REALLY?! YAAAAYYY!
M: heh, calm down.
K: otay. So, actually, I talked with Mark last night. Turns out he wants me to hang out with him and the guys anyways.
M: Srysly? Awesome!
K: Ya. IDK Y, tho.
M: Mm, dunno.
K: Weird. Oop, G2G. Cry's getting off the floor.
M: off the floor, what?
K: had a few last night, we all pretty out of it.
M: *sigh* I told u…
K: I know. L8rz.
M: Bye.
I put my phone away as Cry sat up, just as the kettle started screaming. Switching off the burner, I went to the cabinet for some coffee cups.
"Morning, sleepy-monkey." I said gently, placing a tea bag in each mug, and filling them with the boiling water. Cry groaned as he rubbed at his eyes underneath the mask.
"Okay, new discovery: don't sleep in this mask. It's painful." He mumbled. I set the timer on my phone for six minutes, and covered the mug tops with saucers.
"Well, I'm working on something for the hangovers, so hold on." I said, turning as Felix walked into the kitchen, his hair damp and wearing a fresh set of clothing.
"Hmm, great minds think alike?" Pewdie asked, laughing slightly.
I smirked, shaking my head.
"I learned this trick from a book I read. Mint tea with a bit of brandy. Works lika charm." I assured them, pulling a small bottle of brandy out of my pocket.
~Time skip cause of midgets~
Current time: two weeks later.
"Where's my samurai?
Ayi, ayi, ayi,
I'm your little Butterfly…
"Oh, we're finally here!" I cried out, still spinning in circles as I waited on the boys to get out of the car.
"Y'know, if you'd stop singing old DDR songs and come help look for the others…" Pewdie grumbled, shutting the door behind him. I ran around to Cry's side, and knocked on the window. I waved at him, then opened his door.
"After you, sir!" I said sweetly.
Cry make a fake gagging noise as he stepped out of the car.
"So sweet, I can taste it. Bleck." He joked. I made an indignant noise, and shut the door.
"You've got the keys, right?" I asked again as we walked through the doors.
"Ugh, for the hundredth time, I – " Cry started, but was cut off by Missy's calling for me on the other side of the lobby.
"KAITE!" She squealed as she practically tackled me to the ground.
"Hey, babe." I said, sitting up gingerly. That had hurt, but not as much as the smile on her face did as I thought of the lovely plans she'd come up with for me. My stomach started turning knots, and I decided to tell her. But before I'd gotten one syllable out, my phone started chirping.
"Wow, that connection finder app is fast." I said, pulling out my phone. It was a tweet from Mark, but not to just me.
Hey, guys! Can't wait to see my fans at the con 2day!
I quickly pulled up my camera.
"C'mon, guys. Photo time!" I chirped. Cry groaned in mock despair, but Missy and Pewds came into the shot instantly.
"Come on, Cry!" Missy said happily. Cry sighed, and got onto his knees for the photo. I snapped it, then put it on my Twitter status.
tributerrano_1
Hanging at the front door with the best gang evah! Waitin' on you, Markimoo!
I chuckled as I put my phone away, and parted ways with the guys as we went to our booths.
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Turns out, I didn't have long to wait for Mark's reply tweet. It was another photo, but his was of him, Felix, Bob, Wade, Jack, and Yami.
Found you, Pewds!
I shook my head as I went to my Skype messenger, and typed to Mark.
KrissaKat: Mark, where R U?
A few seconds passed before he sent me a reply.
Markiplier: Where are YOU?
KrissaKat: My booth, over by the cake stand. About a few yards east-ish in the back.
Markiplier: K. cu in a bit.
KrissaKat: w8, what?
Markiplier has logged out.
I sighed through my nose. That boy could be so infuriating.
"Who were you talking to?" Missy asked, setting up some chairs
"Mark." I murmured, placing a cup of pens down. Missy made an interested noise, and picked up her backpack.
"Hey, I got you something." She said, putting her hand in her bag, pulling out something green, and tossing it to me.
"*heh* Green tea KitKats." I remarked, opening them. "Thanks, baby."
Missy smiled lightly, and turned to look out on the room.
"Whooda thunkit?" She murmured, sitting back in her chair.
"Not me." I replied, sitting down while munching on a KitKat. I closed my eyes, resting my boot-clad feet on the table.
"Um, excuse me." A voice said. I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was.
"Yeah?" I asked, putting another KitKat in my mouth like a cigar.
"C'n ah duh fer yuh?" I asked around my KitKat.
"Ah, a couple of my friends and I are pretty big fans, and we were just wondering when signings are." The voice continued. I swung my legs off the table, and leaned against my elbow on the tabletop, opening my eyes and biting down on the end of my candy.
"Well, they officially start at 9:35, but for you, I guess I can make an exception. I'll need your names though." I said professionally. Mark grinned.
"Mark. Mark Iplier." He said. I stood up, walking out from behind the table.
"Well, that's a…..unique name, indeed." I said, sitting on the table in front of Mark. Mark shrugged.
"I get that a lot." He said, holding out his hand. I grinned as I took it, and let him pull me up.
"Nice to officially meet you, Mark." I chirped, pulling my hand out of his.
"Likewise." Mark replied. "Now, c'mon. I made a promise, didn't I?" I squeaked in anticipation, and took Mark's proffered arm.
"So let's go!" I cried, laughing at the same time.
"That okay, Missy?" Mark asked, looking back.
Missy came out from behind the table, shooing us off.
"Go on, go on! I'll see you at the panel, bae." She said to me.
"Later, taters!" I called back as we walked off to find the others.
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"Mark, where've you been?" I heard Yami before I saw him.
"Aw, c'mon Yami. I thought you trusted me." Mark replied, walking over to the others, leading me along.
"Who's the kid?" Wade asked, handing his wife something small.
"I'm not a kid." I mumbled under my breath, looking down at my shoes. Mark chuckled.
"This lovely young lady is the girl I was telling you guys about." He said, putting an arm around my shoulders. I felt my face warming slightly, so I had a strong suspicion I was blushing.
"Oh, yeah. Kris, er somethin' like that." Jack attempted, snapping his fingers. I looked up at the Irish man, scuffing at the floor with the tip of my boot.
"That's it, right?" Jack asked. I had to stifle a giggle because of his facial expression. He looked like a little kid who was expecting candy. I made a 'so-so' hand motion, and Jack looked a little disappointed.
"Kaite." I said, holding out my hand. Jack grinned, taking my hand, and shaking it.
"Jack. Or Sean, whichever." He replied.
"I know." I said as he let go. Next was Bob and his wife, then Wade and his wife followed suit. Last was Yamimash, who I just had to hug.
"Popularity contest!" Jack hollered suddenly. "Who's your favorite out of all of us?" He asked.
"Oh, c'mon Jack." Wade started. "That's not fair - "
"Yamimash." I said immediately, interrupting Wade.
"Oh, THANKS." Mark said, his voice laden with sarcasm. Everyone started laughing, except Yami, who was slightly pink seeing as Jess was standing right behind him when I said that.
"Sorry, Miss Jess." I said, taking a slightly shameful stance.
"Ah, no worries." Jess replied. "Just means you know what I do."
I looked at her in surprise. "I do?" I asked, bewildered. Jess nodded.
"That's he's the cutest thing ever." She answered, putting her arms around Yami's neck. I blushed slightly, and looked back at my shoes.
"Well, miss, that's not really my place to say." I said, trying to be respectful.
"Oh, stop calling me 'miss'. Makes me sound old." Jess insisted. I nodded, rubbing the back of my neck. Mark broke the awkwardness by telling me where the computer stands were.
"C'mon." He said, taking my hand, and pulling me after him.
"Ohh, that sucked dong." I groaned. Mark chuckled as we kept walking.
"Sounds like you've learned some things from my videos." He said. I shrugged as I sat at a computer, and logged into a murder map.
"C'mon, Mark. Map 3." I said, picking up a headset.
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"AW, YEAH!" I cried as the win screen came up again.
"AW, COME ON!" Mark yelled at the same time. I jumped out of my seat, spun on my heel, and pumped my fist into the air.
"I win, Mark. No use in whining." I said smugly, sitting back down.
"Yeah, yeah. Brag about it why don'tcha?" Mark grumbled, setting up a new game.
"Prop hunt." He challenged.
"You're on." I said quickly, getting ready.
"Mark, you've only got five minutes to get to your panel." Yami said, walking up to us. Mark shot up out his seat.
"Oh, shit!" He yelped. I jumped up too, taking his hand.
"Missy's gonna be waiting for me there." I told him. Mark nodded, and pulled me along behind him.
(A/N: Hey, guys. New page coming in a few days. Promise.)