Author's Note: I hope y'all liked the first chapter! I didn't get any comments on chapter one, as of the time I am writing this. This is my first fanfic and I just get so excited when I log on and see more people have viewed my story. It means so much to me to know that someone who I'll probably never see in real life cares about me. Now, without further ado, here's Chapter 2! (see, that rhymes. heheheh)
Mark's eyes opened to bright daylight streaming in through the windows, temporarily blinding him. Squinting through the light, his eyes rested upon Amy laying next to him, the blanket only covering her legs. Remembering the previous night, Mark allowed a wide grin to spread across his face. He wrapped his arms around Amy tightly, his hands grabbing her breasts. She turned to face Mark, and squinted up at him, playfully batting his intrusive hands away.
"What time is it?" she muttered blearily, reaching over to grab her phone. "SHIT! It's 10:30!" she whisper-yelled, quickly jumping out of bed. Mark grinned as Amy's breasts bobbed up and down slightly with the sudden movement. His eyes traveled down her naked body again, taking it all in before she flashed a smile, then ran to the closet to get dressed. Mark slowly arose and threw on a tank top and shorts that were laying nearby. Combing his hands through his hair, he opened the bedroom door and was hit with the smell of something burnt. Rushing downstairs, he found Tyler waving a towel over a smoking plate of something on the table, while Ethan was sitting in a chair, shirt over his face, laughing.
"Umm, what happened here?" asked Mark.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Slept-In-Late!" announced Ethan, then leaning in, "What were you doing last night, hmmmm?" he crooned, breaking into another fit of laughter.
"So, Tyler tried to be the Amy today, but as you can see, that failed," Ethan continued, taking the shirt off his face. Tyler turned around and gave them angry looks, just as Amy came downstairs with Kathryn and Chica.
"What happened?!" cried Amy, before breaking into a laughing fit.
"Tyler, you know Amy and I can do that!" yelled Kathryn over everyone's laughter. Tyler groaned, and picked up a piece of the overcooked thing, which was bacon, and popped it in his mouth.
"Tastes. Fine." he said flatly, which only spurred on the laughs.
"I doubt that," said Mark once everyone calmed down. Walking to the fridge to prepare cereal, he said,
"Okay, so what's on tap for production today?" Kathryn nodded.
"Today's video has been uploaded and tomorrow's is all ready to go." she said, reaching for bacon.
"Remember we were talking about that eating challenge video yesterday?" asked Amy. "I think we can do that today." Everyone agreed. Since Amy wanted to be in it, Kathryn, being the only one behind camera, proposed having one camera on a tripod with view of everyone, or a still shot, while she was holding a camera to get close-ups of each person, which got approval. Ethan went to the store to buy foods that were easy to eat, and foods that are difficult to eat. Meanwhile, everyone else prepared the setting. Clearing off an editing table, it was moved a few feet out from the wall so everyone could stand behind. The camera got set up, and they were ready to begin.
"Hello everybody, my name is Markiplier, and today we will be doing an eating challenge. So we got Ethan, Tyler, ME, and special guest, AMY!" announced Mark. Amy entered the shot and stood behind the table next to Mark, waving to the camera. Mark went on to explain the rules, and as he was talking, casually wrapped one arm around Amy's waist, which out of the corner of her eye she saw Ethan pump his eyebrows up and down.
"...and now lets bring out the food!" finished Mark. The piece would then cut to food on the table, but in real life Ethan just went over to the kitchen and brought it out.
"First food is... Doritos!" yelled Mark, while Amy gaped at all the chips. Ethan had bought ten party size bags.
"Alright, everyone grab a bag, but don't open it yet. And on your marks, get set, go!" he finished, then everyone tore open the bags. Being grateful she didn't have breakfast, Amy grabbed a handful of chips. As she chewed as fast as humanly possible, she quickly glanced at her competitors. Ethan had tipped the bag sideways and was letting gravity funnel the chips into his mouth. Tyler and Mark were both just eating by the handful. Smiling to herself, she continued.
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They were all sitting around the kitchen table, sipping water and groaning. They had started with Doritos, but moved to individually wrapped candies, then ice, and finally corn on the cob. Mark won, which wasn't surprising considering he was constantly snacking. The day was drawing near a close, and Amy felt herself get extremely tired after all that eating.
"You know what? My body needs time to sleep to recover from this video." she said, rising. She received a chorus of good nights as she headed upstairs. After some pondering, Amy decided to shower. She undressed and quickly stepped into the hot steam. As she washed herself, she reflected on the previous night.
The diary, I wonder what he wrote. She remembered suddenly, as the bathroom door opened. Mark walked in and smiled when he saw Amy in the shower.
"Ya know, I could use a clean as well..." Mark said slyly, swiftly undressing. Amy excitedly allowed Mark to get in, her eyes focused on his huge manhood. Mark stood under the stream of water, letting it run across his body. He suddenly turned to Amy and wrapped his arms around her. She laughed when they slipped around on her wet skin, which only got Mark more fired up. He looked down at Amy's womanhood, then back up to her face. Amy pressed her body into Mark's, which got her shower water right in the face. Tilting her head away, she made sure her breasts were pressed into Mark's chest before looking into his eyes. The brown orbs penetrated into her heart, and Mark's arms went to her waist, and he thrusted into her.
"Oh, Mark, but isn't this dangerous?" Amy moaned, but quickly got serious.
"Why?" Mark crooned, still slowly moving in and out of Amy, his hands squeezing her butt.
"The s-shower is slip-pery!" she replied, trying to keep a level voice despite Mark's best efforts to please her.
"Fine, but this isn't over," sighed Mark, turning off the water and hopping out. Any followed, and after drying her hair with a towel, got into bed, but they just enjoyed each other's presence. The day had been good.
