**As I said, I had been working on chapter ten while I was also working on a few one-shots. And now I'm finally finished. (: **

Mark was sat on his couch, tears in his eyes. He was curled up, with his knees pressed to his chest and his arms wrapped around them, a light blanket over his shoulders. He looked around the partially empty living room, spotting Chica laying on her bed. He gave a slight sort of half smile, but that was about it. It was just him and Chica.

Jack had, obviously, been the first one to leave. He ended up leaving about a week after they went to Disney Land, going back to Ireland after he confessed to feeling homesick. But the shock was when Ryan and Matt talked to him about moving out. And now...there was no more Lego. There was no more Banana. There was no more Matt. And there was no more Ryan. It made him sad but he knew that it wasn't their fault. Ryan and Matt had wanted to be on their own.

He sighed softly. It had only been an hour since they had left, but it was still hard for him to digest. And it was hard for him to be alone after having lived with Ryan and Matt for so many months. Plus the three of them had really gotten used to both sides of their relationship: the friendship side, as well as the Little Mark, Daddy Matt and Uncle Ryan side.

He bit his lip, as he, unfortunately, thought about the day where it all came crashing down.

**Earlier That Week**

Mark had been in his recording room, working on editing a video. His door was opened, which signalled that he was no longer actually recording anything. He stuck his tongue out in concentration, letting out a small hum. He heard a knock on his door, causing him to look up. "Oh. Hey Matt. What's up?" He asked, a greeting grin on his lip before he turned back to his computer to save his video progress. Then he turned his attention back to the teen, leaning back in his chair as he waited for Matt's reply.

"Ryan and I actually have to talk to you about something." Matt replied, seeming hesitant in the doorway still. He was nervous, and he hated that it was obvious in his voice. "Whenever you have a moment..." He added. He didn't want to upset Mark but he and Ryan had been talking about this for a while now. The last thing they had to do was to talk to Mark before they could begin packing their stuff and looking for an apartment.

Mark could hear the serious tone in Matt's voice, causing his smile to fall. He knew that that meant it was a serious matter. "O-Oh. Yeah, of course." He replied, his eyebrows furrowed a bit. "I have some time now if you two are ready?" He asked, getting up from his chair to head to the doorway.

Matt seemed to hesitate, but he eventually gave a nod. "Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. Ryan and I were just taking it easy anyways." He replied with a shrug of his shoulder. He led the way downstairs and to the living room where Ryan was. "It's just a small talk anyways. It shouldn't take no longer than...a few minutes." He informed the, now, red haired male.

Mark nodded his head, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously. He already had such a bad feeling about this. He didn't like the feel of it. He felt like he was almost...in trouble. Though he couldn't think of anything he'd done wrong. He paused in the doorway, seeing the two sitting on the couch.

Ryan waved Mark in, wanting to also get this whole talk over with. He waited until Mark was sat on the couch across from them, before he ran a hand through his short hair. He wasn't nervous very often but when he was, it was usually serious. He let out a small breath, glancing at Matt before he looked back at Mark. "So, as Matt said, we need to talk to you about something." He mumbled out, rubbing at the back of his neck. "Matt and I had been talking, and it's nothing against you, but..." He trailed off, sharing another look with Matt.

Matt bit down on his bottom lip, letting a slight silence linger for a few seconds. Of course Ryan would leave the hard part to him. "We have been...talking about moving out and into our own apartment, Mark." He replied, a half sort of smile. "it's not that we don't like living with you. It's just..." He trailed off, unsure of how to even finish that. Plus he also wanted to give Mark time to let the words sink in.

Mark furrowed his eyebrows, looking towards Ryan, and then over at Matt. He let out a small laugh, thinking that maybe they were joking somehow? His laughter died off when realized that Ryan and Matt weren't laughing. They were being serious. They were really panning on moving out. His smile fell completely as the thought sunk in for him, and he almost didn't believe it. "W-what? But...you're serious? The two of you are moving out?" He asked. He felt confused and almost betrayed in a way.

"We were talking about it, yes. The only thing we had to do was talk to you about it. And also pack our stuff and look for an apartment." Ryan replied, trying to keep his voice soft and caring. Mark looked heartbroken and it was breaking his own heart. He got up, as did Matt, the two of them having the same idea. He sat on one sit of Mark while Matt sat on the other, both of them wondering how to make this situation sting less. "We know it's kind of out of the blue, and we're sorry."

Mark sniffled softly, trying not to let the hurt he was feeling show on his face. It was kind of obvious though. He wasn't the best liar. "I didn't realize that...that you guys have been wanting to move out for that long." He mumbled out, looking down at his hands and instead of the two people on either side of him. He hesitated for a second, seeming like he wanted to say something. Then he shook his head and fell silence. It lingered for a few seconds, before Mark spoke up again. "Is...is it because of my Little side? Do you guys not like Little Mark?" He asked, looking up at Ryan and the over at Matt with the same heartbroken look on his face and tears in his eyes.

"What? Mark...no sweetheart." Matt whispered, letting an arm slide around his shoulders. He pressed a light kiss to his temple. "That's not it at all." He replied softly, rubbing his shoulders softly. "This isn't about your Little side, bud. You know we love your Little side." He replied in a soft tone. "This isn't anything to do against you, as we said, or your Little side." He explained again softly, before he glanced at Ryan over Mark's head. The two of them were wondering how to explain this without hurting Mark's feelings. He hated it when Mark cried. It made him feel worse.

Ryan moved to rub at Mark's back gently, shaking his head a little bit. "We've never had a problem with your Little side. You know that Mark. It's just that...we wanted to kind of move on and start our own thing. You know what I'm trying to say?" He asked, though he was bracing himself for what was to come. Whether it be tears or not. "It's nothing against you." He repeated again.

Mark ducked his head. He understood where they were coming from, sure. Matt and Ryan wanted their own place, which kind of gave them their own space to do their own thing. But he had thought that the two of them could do their own thing while still living with him. He sighed softly, looking down at the ground as the two of them comforted him. It was helping, but he was still upset. He wasn't sure if he wanted to stay there and be comforted by them, or if he wanted to get up and head to his room for some privacy. "I-I...I get it. I do." He mumbled out, pulling at a loose thread on his shirt. "I'm glad you guys told me." He added, trying to keep the hurt tone out of his voice. He shouldn't have been hurt. At least they were being honest with him.

Matt gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, a bittersweet sort of smile on his lips. At least he wasn't throwing a temper tantrum. "We're still going to live in Los Angeles, so we can still come and visit you. And we can still come and take care of Little Mark. Promise." He added, holding up his pinky to know he was serious. He watched as Mark used his own pinky, hooking them together.

The rest of their talk seemed to go over pretty well, though Mark seemed to hesitate when Ryan and Matt told him they planned on moving out by the end of the week. Six days. Six days was all Mark had to let all of this really sink in. That was also only six days for Matt and Ryan to get everything packed and ready to go. It was a scary thought.

After that, their conversation came to an end and the three of them soon headed off to do their own things. Mark headed back to his recording room to continue his editing, while Matt and Ryan headed to start packing all of their stuff.

It was a few days after Matt and Ryan had had that conversation with Mark, when they decided to talk to Mark yet again. This time it was about the fact that the two of them had already found an apartment, and the two were excited. They were really going to be moving out.

**Back To The Present**

Mark let out a small sigh, getting up off the couch to head to the kitchen. He had to stop dwelling on the fact that they were really gone. It wasn't like it was forever, anyways. Since there was no one around, he decided to use one of his sippy cups, sniffling softly. He filled it up with some juice, screwing the lid back on. Then he took out some lunch meat and some bread to make himself a sandwich.

Once he was finished preparing his lunch, he headed back into the living room and placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him. He wandered through Twitter and Tumblr as he ate, taking the occasional drink from his sippy cup. He looked around, feeling weird about the silence around him. It was never usually this quiet. Not when there were three people, two dogs and a cat.

He shook his head at the thought, mentally scolding himself as he turned back to his laptop. He then brought up his Skype, grinning a bit when he saw that Wade was on. He hadn't talked to his long time friend in a while, besides a few texts here and there. He debated on video chatting with him, before he finally gave in and sent him a video chat request.

It was only a few seconds later when Wade's face popped up on the screen, and he gave a slight wave. "Hey Mark. What's happening?" He asked. He was sitting at his desk, wearing his glasses. It was an odd sight since Wade didn't wear them very often. "How are things?"

Mark let out a small sigh, moving to lie down on his stomach on the couch. He moved his laptop to the end of the couch where his head was, using his elbows on the cushion in front of it to rest his head on his hands. "Hey Wadey." He greeted with a small smile on his lips, though it was slightly forced due to his current situation. "I mean, I can't complain but at the same time it could be better." He replied. "How have you been? How are you and Molly?" He asked, hoping Wade wouldn't comment on his obvious sadness. He knew it was going to take a while for him to get used to living alone. Sure he had lived on his own before he moved into the same house with them, but he had gotten so used to being able to be Little so much since he had Matt and Ryan there to take care of him. It was going to be hard to slip by himself. He didn't like to slip when he was alone anyways, because he could never take care of himself properly. It didn't help that he had such a young headspace.

Wade could see that something obviously had Mark down in the dumps, and just as he was about to ask why, when Mark was quick to change the attention to him. "I'm doing good. Molly and I are really good. You know. The usual." He replied, nodding his head a bit. "She's at work right now, so it's just me and the cats." He added on. He let the silence linger for a few seconds, before he decided to speak up again. "Is everything okay...?" He asked with an eyebrow raised.

Mark tensed up at the question, biting on his bottom lip gently. "What? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine." He replied, ducking his head a bit to look down at his keyboard. When he looked back up, Wade was giving him a disapproving look that made his face heat up and caused him to fidget on the couch. It also worked really well on his Little side whenever Uncle Wade watched over him. "Not believable, is it?" He asked with a sheepish smile.

Wade shook his head, unable to hide his laugh at Mark's adorable, sheepish smile. "No. You're a horrible liar, you know that." He replied, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against his chair more. "If you don't want to talk about it, I understand. But you know better than to lie." He scolded gently. He knew Mark wasn't Little, but he knew the other Youtuber didn't mind. Plus, Wade enjoyed cooing, scolding, and babying Mark.

Mark let out a small sigh, moving to sit up on the couch again. He tilted the screen up so that they could still see each other, before he looked down at his lap anyways. He tugged on his sleeve gently, tugging on a loose thread. "No. I...I can talk to you about it. It's no big deal. I'm just...upset." He replied. He looked back up at Wade, a cute pout on his lips.

Wade sat up straight on his chair, a frown on his own lips now. "Upset? What's going on, Little man?" He asked, slipping in his favourite name for the Little. He wondered if Mark was starting to slip. It would explain his behaviour. "What happened?"

Mark smiled softly at the nickname Wade used, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders. He let out a sigh, wondering how to say this without sounding too selfish or too...babyish. "So, Matt and Ryan just moved out." He replied, deciding to just be blunt with it. "They told me about a week ago that they wanted to move out and then they just...moved out a couple hours ago and it just...it..." He shook his head, trailing off with his words.

Wade raised his eyebrows at the words, having been caught off guard. "Oh. Oh wow." He mumbled out, unsure of how to react. It was rather sudden, at least for him, since the last time he had talked through Skype with Mark was about two or three weeks ago. And the other male hadn't brought it up through their texts. "So they gave you a week?" He asked with a frown still on his lips. "Are you upset about them only giving you a week or that they...moved out altogether?"

"Are you my psychiatrist now?" Mark asked, though a soft laugh slipped out. "I don't really know. All I know is that...it sucks that they're gone." He murmured. "I got so...so used to them being here. I got so used to being able to be Little almost whenever I wanted. And now...that's just gone." He tried to explain as best as he could. There was no anger in his words. Just sadness.

"Ah. I get it now." Wade hummed out, a slight frown on his lips. "It's the fact that, because they're gone, you can't be as Little as often? That's it, isn't it?" He asked. It did make sense. It was the first time that Mark could actually...feel open and safe in his own home. Mark felt safe around Ryan and Matt. And now the other Youtuber would have to go back to living alone.

"That's not the only reason." Mark muttered out in disagreement. "I miss having the company. I miss the noisiness. I miss...their presence." He mumbled out, looking down at the ground again. He let out a soft sigh, shaking his head slightly.

The two of them talked a bit more until Molly came home and Wade had to go. They said a quick goodbye, and Mark was met with a lingering silence again. He let out a sigh as he wondered what to do next. It was like he was almost...lost. He felt lost.

He got up off the couch again, heading to the kitchen to take his dirty sippy cup and dirty plate to the sink. He started to clean them up when he heard his Skype go off, causing him to frown. Who would be video messaging him now? He dried his hands off on a towel, before he made his way back into the living room. Bob's Skype icon was the first thing he noticed when he made his way closer to his laptop. Wade must have talked to Bob.

He sat back down on the couch cross legged, pulling his laptop into his lap. He hit the accept button, a small smile on his lips. "Hey Bob." He greeted, giving a slight nod. "What a...coincidence talking to you right after I got done talking to Wade a few minutes ago." He teased, knowing the real reason as to why Bob was calling. "What's up?"

"Well hello to you too." Bob replied, waving him off. Maybe he should have waited a little longer after his talk with Wade before calling Mark. "Wade said you weren't doing the best so, you know, I wanted to talk to you too. Maybe help you through this rough patch." He added on before he offered Mark a grin.

"Maybe I'd be able to help too." Another voice, which happened to be a female voice, was heard off camera. And soon enough, Mandy was pulling up a chair beside Bob. "We both care about you and we want to know what we can do to help." She added on, glancing up at Bob before she looked back at the computer screen. "Wade told us what happened. So don't act like nothing's wrong." She added on in her motherly like tone.

Mark rolled his eyes, letting out a slight grumble. "Okay. So I'm a little bitter about them leaving but I can't do much about it. It isn't my decision. I couldn't stop them." He replied. "It's fine though. They were gonna move out eventually." He saw the look Molly gave Bob, causing him to fall silent though he did want to add more.

"We have an idea. To...get you out of the house." Mandy spoke up again, her voice still soft and gentle. "We were thinking about doing a charity live stream, for Musaid, and we were thinking that maybe...you'd wanna help out." She added on, a small smile still on her lips. "And if you do decide to come here, well..." She trailed off, not wanting to overstep her boundaries.

Mark's face seemed to light up at the mention of a charity live stream. It was pretty obvious that he wanted to go. "Really? You...you want me to help you guys?" He asked, a bright grin on his lips still. He didn't want to be a bother but by the nods he got from the two of them, he figured they really did want him there. "Th-that'd be awesome! I'd love that." He replied, looking between the two of them. "When do you want me to leave? How long do you want me to stay for? When's the live stream?" He asked, the questions rushing out of him due to his excitement.

"Slow down there bud. One question at a time." Bob chuckled. "We figured we could have the live stream this weekend. Saturday specifically. So...you can leave on Friday." He explained. "You can stay for as long as you want." He added on. "Is that okay?" He asked. "If there's anything we need to change, we haven't made the live stream official yet so we can probably change some stuff around."

Mark shook his head. "No. No, that works for me. It gives me a few days to prepare a few extra videos. Then I can buy my plane ticket and head out there." His smile faltered a bit as he glanced over at Chica laying on the floor. "Though...I'll have to put her in a kennel." He added. "It'll be worth it. For charity." He gave a nod of his head, as if to finalize it before he looked back at the other two.

"You should bring some of your Little stuff too." Bob added, pausing to see Mark's reaction. He and Mandy had only taken care of Little Mark a few times, but they both enjoyed it. It was nice to see Mark being able to let go fully. He couldn't help but chuckle at the way Mark's cheeks turned a light red colour.

"O-Oh. Uh...I could do that." Mark mumbled out, rubbing at the back of his neck. His eyes had casted downwards again, but this time towards his lap. He always got so embarrassed and flustered when they, or anybody really, talked about his Little side. He didn't seem opposed to it though. "S-So...this Friday?"

The rest of the week went by in a blink of an eye for Mark, and soon he was on his way to the airport. He had two bags packed, one for his Little side and one for his Big side. He had already pre-recorded his videos; He had already taken Chica to the kennel. He was full of excitement and he was ready to go.

He made his way onto the plane, sending Bob a quick message to let him now he was on his way. Then he slipped his phone into his pocket before he got comfortable on his plane seat. He looked out the window, deep in thought about the weekend. At least his former roommates weren't on his mind at the moment.

Mark let his head rest against the window, his eyelids drooping rather quickly despite him going to be early the night before. He knew he probably shouldn't be napping, but he gave in anyways, and let his eyes slip shut all that way. His mind grew quieter, as if there was no one else around him. He let out a soft yawn, a small smile on his lips.

Not too long after that, he was fast asleep, all curled up in his seat as the plane finally took off.

**Sorry guys. No Little Mark in this chapter. But I wanted to write a chapter on Ryan and Matt moving out. This was just a filler chapter really. But...the next chapter will definitely have Little Mark in it :) **

**Spoiler Alert: I was going to include Mark being at Bob's in this chapter, but I figured I could split it into two parts. I'll also probably talk about how he was there two more days then he was supposed to be. :p So now you know what the next chapter is based on.**