So heres Number 3 hope you have been enjoying them so far.

~o~

It was a small talk drive, but I enjoyed it none the less. We got to the fairgrounds by three. It was moderately busy. Mark got us unlimited wristbands and we went in. We decided on rides first. Didn't have to wait in line for the first one, but we had to wait for the second.

"You wouldn't mind if it took some video while we are here would you?"

"Not at all. Your fans will want to see what you've been doing on vacation."

His eyes brighten and he pulls out his phone, "okay, you're first." He drapes his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close.

I blink at him a few times, "what? I-I'm not so good on camera."

"Don't be silly, you're great," he gives me a big smile and turns his camera on. "I'm here in Tucson, Az. The hottest state I've ever been in. No really, it's like hell here. Anyway, I'm here at this wonderful carnival with Charlie, my new favorite person. Say hi."

With an awkward shift, but the need to not feel stupid or lame, I put on a big goofy smile and wave big, "hey there!"

"Now, Charlie, what's your favorite part about Markiplier?"

Just a moment's pause, "Your wonderful laugh."

He looks at me for a moment, then back to the phone, he chuckles, "I think that's a first," and he lets off one of those wonderful laughs with a goofy look and taps stop on his phone. He removes his arm from my shoulder as we move forward in the lines.

"Really, no one has said that?" I ask.

"Most of the time it's about my scares or my face, or how funny I am."

A couple of girls spilled into our space from the front of the line. "You're Markiplier right? We are such big fans of yours!" they went on for a moment about how great he was.

"You girls wanna do a video for me?" he pulls out his phone again. They squealed and say yes, stepping up next to him. "Alright, here with Anne and Tina. So girls, what is your favorite part about Markiplier?"

"Um, your screams."

"How funny you are." Mark gives a funny look to the camera and thanks the girls. He turns it off and easily dismisses them, pulling me forward in the line and up onto the platform for the ride. He gives me a big goofy smile as the ride attendant checks our harnesses.

This flippy ride brought out the scream filled Markiplier I knew. It made the ride awesome and I got off after him laughing harder than I have in a while. It was on to the next ride, but not before three more fan videos for Mark.

"Thank you a lot for letting me do these. I feel bad that it's your birthday and I'm over here getting all the attention-"

I put my hand up to stop him, "it's really okay. Especially after how much you helped last night. The least I can do is stand back and let your fans get in on the Markiplier action."

He gives me a soft smile, "how about a side show? I don't know how many more screams I can take right now."

"Let's do it."

Mark chose the one with the middle full of bottles that you had to throw a ring around. I failed horribly but Mark was surprisingly good, he hooked two of the yellow bottles, one that didn't count and the middle bottle. He won this huge fluffy ram with tiny feet and a big smile. And like all sappy carnival scenes he passed it over to me.

"This thing is so cute," I say squeezing the twice-my-head sized pushie.

"You're so cute," Mark says, then a slightly mortified looks crosses his face, "I'm sorry that was rather blunt of me. I'm not usually like that."

I blushed, "it's okay, thank you."

"So, um, how about some hotdogs?" he shifted a little trying to change to subject.

"Sounds good."

A couple of hotdogs and a big white-cherry slushy down, it was back to rides and sideshows (and many more fans and video shorts). You sat on the Farris wheel. The sun was just starting to go down now. I informed Mark that I was meeting a couple friends at the bar for drinks around eight. It was six-thirty now.

"It is a special kind of beautiful out here when the sun is setting," Mark says looking across the landscape at the colorful sunset.

"This is something you should show your fans," I suggest.

He pulls his phone out again, the Farris Wheel stops with us at the top. "Hey everyone here again with my friend Charlie" I wave for the camera, "we are sitting at the top of a Farris Wheel and I had to show you all this:" he turns his phone and pans the whole colorful skyline. "I have had such an amazing day today with all my Tucson fans. And I want to say 'thank-you' again, to everyone watching and supporting me. I have a bunch of pre-records for you for the month, sorry it's only one video a day, but I promise I will be taking plenty of footage of the convention, and of course all of you. Thank you, so much. And I will see you, in the next video! Bye-bye." He shoves his phone back in his pocket. "That was the last one, promise."

"It really didn't bug me. It's so great what you do."

He shoves my shoulder playfully, "stop it."

I giggle, "it's true though."

"Yeah, well I don't-"

"-Do it for the fame, I know," I smile lightly, "but that's what makes you even more awesome."

A light blush appeared over his cheeks. "It means a lot to hear that from you."

My turn to blush, "yeah-yeah mush and stuff."

He chuckles, our eyes meet for a moment, then the Farris Wheel springs to life and we disembark. "Well, it's almost seven, we ought to get you home so you can get ready for tonight."

"Yeah I suppose," of course I wanted to go out and drink with my friends, but I almost wanted to blow them off and just stay in this fun, flirty world that Mark and I were in all afternoon. "Would you like to come?"

"I wouldn't want to intrude."

I wave his statement off, "not at all, I would love if you came with."

"Alright, you convinced me."

We left the carnival after one more sideshow, where Mark won this goofy furry hat with little cat ears that he insisted I wore it all the way to my place.

At my house I unlock the door this time, Mark stepped in like it was his own house this time. I stepped in behind him. "You're welcome to come upstairs while I get ready."

"Sure," he follows me up the stairs. "You're house gets better and better," he complements looking over the rail down on the living room. My bedroom had a rail instead of a wall, looking down into the living room. The office on the other side of the floor looked down into the den. My big bed took up more of the space in my room, Mark sat there as go to set the big ram plushie on my bookshelf. "Wait a minute."

I stop and turn to look at him, he snaps a picture of me in this goofy hat, holding a giant ram. "For real?" I ask. "You're not putting that one online are you?"

He chuckles and grins a mischievous grin, "no, no, my fans aren't quiet deserving enough to see something this awesome."

I blushed bright this time, "stop it." I set the ram down, turning my red face away from him. I hang the silly hat from the corner of my four-poster bed and head for the closet. As I picked through clothing Mark and I chatted. He had an affinity for admiringly making fun of his fans. How they gave silly looks, or shuffled in excitement. He voice was so deep and full of life as he told me stories about fans he remembered the most. It was wonderful to just listen to him talk; talk about fans, talk about his friends and family. The best part was that he didn't just talk, he asked questions and listened, responding correctly and interested in what I had to say.

After finally choosing a short dark green party dress with a pleated skirt and open back, I step out of the closet. Mark fell silent midsentence. I looked over, he was staring at me, mouth slightly open from talking. He shook his head and blushed lightly. "sorry, as I was saying-" he thought about where he left off, then continued on with his story about his trip to Korea. I headed for the bathroom to curl my hair and touch up my make-up.

After about ten minutes into curling my hair, Mark showed up in the doorway of the bathroom and leaned on the frame, asking me questions about myself again. That quickly changed to the silly things that we have done in our lives. It was very distracting to have him stand in the doorway. I could see him in the mirror as I pulled bits of hair to curl. He was very handsome, his smile so warm. The way he scruffed up his hair after nonchalantly pushing his glasses back up. His hands talking with the conversation, the silly movements adding to his stories. And of course that musical, full laugh that would fill up the room.

"What?" he asks.

I just got caught staring in the mirror, eyeliner in my hand halfway to my face. And I know I had a goofy smile on my face. I shake my head, "nothing-nothing. Sorry, you and your brother found an arrowhead in the forest…" He tilts his head a little, an accusing grin on his face, but he continued with his story.

Another fifteen minutes later and I was locking the front door and we headed to Mark's car. I gave him directions to the bar and he parks. I looked around the bar for my friends. There were only three of them, but my friends none the less. Neither one was there yet. Mark bought us drinks and we found a table. Twenty minutes later Sal shows up first, a drink already in his hand.

"Happy-Birthday girl," he says in his flamboyant voice, giving me an over-exaggerated hug.

"Hey Sal, this is Mark," I introduce.

Sal smiles big at Mark and shakes his hand, "nice to meet you." He turns back to me, "Jane can't come, her babysitter bailed, but Willow said she was on the way."

"Awe poor Jane," I pout for a moment.

"So, first round of birthday shots on me!" Sal says waving over a shot girl who walked near-by. Willow showed up as shots were passed out. She bought a second round while the shot girl was still standing there.

There was only about an hour of slight awkwardness between Mark, Sal and Willow. Willow of course recognized Mark, but didn't make a big scene about it, only saying he was awesome and she was a big fan. Of course the awkwardness was dispersed by four more rounds of shots and a few beers, we all sat at the table being goofy drunkards.

Mark got even more playful and flirty the drunker he got. But who didn't, around midnight the four of us were being so silly and crazy that is almost felt like we had been lifelong friends. There was even a moment when Sal got to sit on Mark's lap and take a selfie of Mark kissing him on the cheek. Mark had his phone out a few times too, taking drunk short videos with all of us and snapping pictures with other drunken fans. He even recorded the four of us on the dance floor.

By two when the bar turned its lights on, Willow dictated that none of us were driving home tonight and she would pay for cabs to take us home, and bring us back to the cars in the morning. Neither Sal nor Mark argued with her.

"You make an amazing memory," Mark says after we all managed to pile into the cab van.

I blushed, hiccupping a little, "you make an amazing person."

"Stop it, I had enough sweetness for one night," Willow jokes from the back.

Mark laughs and ops for one more selfie as the cab pulls up to Sal's house. Willow is next to be dropped off. Then my house.

"Would you like to stay at my place tonight?" I ask, "I mean- I have a couch that has to be more comfortable that a hotel bed." I fix quickly.

Mark chuckles with a little hiccup. "Sure." He got out of the cab with me and we stumbled all the way to the front door. Fumbling the keys into the lock I get the door open and we stumble inside.

The night started to flash in and out at that point. I was teasing Mark on the couch-then I was upstairs getting blankets-then Mark was behind me, turning me to look at him. We were so close.

Then I was waking up in bed next to something warm, the sun peeking through the curtains. I curled up to the warmth, my hand sliding up a broad chest, a hand tightening on my waist—my eyes snapped open…

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So this was a longer one, just like i promised. However, I'm going to leave the story here, just for the sheer fact that i want some reviews.

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