"This better clear up," Dark growled.

"It will, trust me. It's not like they started writing poorly-written fanfictions about us or anything." Mark said.

"They're drawing fanart!" I said, showing him an amazingly drawn picture of us. "Mark, they're your fans. Stop this."

"There is no stopping the fangirls once they start, (Y/N). I'm sorry. I never should've posted that video, alright?"

I screamed as I stormed off into the bedroom, slamming the door.

*****Mark's POV*****

A smile crept onto my cheeks as I saw all the notifications continuing to blow up my twitter.

"Hey, Dark?" I called out as he paced back and forth. He paused and glared at me.

"Checkmate." I hissed as I showed him one of the first fanfictions between (Y/N) and I.

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*****(Y/N)'s POV*****

I woke up to the sound of my phone vibrating even more then last night. I sighed angrily as I turned on my twitter. There was a picture that was tagged with my twitter name. Thinking It was another annoying fanart, I tapped on it. Boy, was I wrong.

It was a picture of me and Mark. I was asleep in the picture. Mark was lying next to me, taking the picture with a smile on his face. My heart dropped. It had thousands of retweets. "Mark, get your fucking asshole in here!"

I stood up and met him at the door. The first thing I did was slap him hard across the cheek.

"What did I do?" He asked, holding his red face.

"You're lucky I don't beat the shit out of you, you fucking prick!" I yelled. "You'e just a fucking pervert! First the video and now this shit?!"

"I don't know what you're talkng about! I didn't do anything!"

"Never talk to me again! At least have the decency to admit you did something wrong!" I slammed the door, turned on Twitter, and flagged the photo at least six times. During those flags, there was a small detail I missed at first about the picture. Underneath Mark's jawline was a small cut in his skin on the right side of his head. I instantly felt a mixture of regret and even more anger running through my veins.

"Mark?" I called, walking back out of the room. He was holding an ice pack on his cheek as he sat on the couch.

"If you're going to hit me again, make it in a place that's not as well noticed." He said.

"Move the ice pack," I muttered. "Please?"

"Why?"

"Please?" Tears began to fill my eyes. I blinked them away.

He hesitantly moved the bag. His cheek was bright red and was already starting to bruise. I observed his jawline. No cut.

I fell onto my knees, tears rolling down my cheeks. "I-I'm sorry..."

"Hey, it's alright." He said, crouching down besides me.

"It wasn't you..." I sobbed. "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay. Everyone has bad days an-"

"I'm an idiot!" I screamed, pounding my fists onto the floor. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

"That's enough." Mark said, pulling me to his chest. My muscles tensed up as my head fell on his shoulder. His hand started stroaking my hair. "I'm not mad, okay? I understand."

He smelled like that shampoo I used yesterday. It smelled better on him then it did on me. I wrapped my arms around him, letting my tears fall.

"Sorry. Dark posted a picture on your twitter of him and me lying next to each other in bed and I-"

"I know. I just saw it. I took it down."

"Where is he?"

"I'm not sure at the moment. Calm down," he whispered, rocking me back and forth lightly.

"Sorry, I'll stop now," I muttered as I pulled away. I looked at his cheek, which was now swollen, and started crying again. "Damn it!"

"Hey," he lifted up my head and wiped my tears away. "Don't worry about anything."

"But, I still feel-"

Mark lightly pushed his lips to mine. I closed my eyes as we started moving as one. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. After a while, I slid my hands off of his neck and pulled away slowly.

"Sorry," he breathed. "I just can't stand seeing you like this. This was the only way I could think of."

"Well, it worked." I found myself smiling a little bit, which made me blush. I stood up quickly. "I'm going to the bathroom."

I ran into the room with my heart skipping a beat. I looked in the mirror. Make-up was covering my face like a dried up waterfall, but my eyes were full of excitement and my lips were red and puffy. I looked like a combination of Kylie Jenner and a wet raccoon. I splashed water on my face and went over what just happened. I'm glad Dark wasn't there to see that.

"Hey, I didn't mean to seem to be pushy back there. That was the first thing in my mind to stop you from crying, so that's what I did." I could hear his nervousness through the door.

"Don't worry about it." I was blushing again. "Just, uh, can you leave me alone to think please?"

"You got it." He whispered. I heard him walk off.

Damn it. No, the ship's not a real thing...right?