I wake up to the sound of my alarm echoing in my ears. I turn in bed onto my stomach and turn it off and put the pillow over my head. Wade gets out of his bed and tugs at the pillow as I hold it down.
“Time to wake up sleepyhead. We have a con to get to!!!” It’s 6 AM and I do not want to be awake.
“Bahhhhhhhh!!!!! Let me sleep another half hour, Wade!” Wade keeps poking me on the shoulder. I move my arm under the blanket so he’d stop, but he takes the pillow from me and hits me with it.
“No more sleeping! Con! Indy Pop Con! Come on, Mark!” He takes my arm and pulls me out of bed, and we both laugh hysterically. I get out of bed, shower, and get clothes on. The minute I get out of my hotel, I see this cute girl walking in. She’s…really pretty. I wonder if she is going to the con. Probably not though, she doesn’t seem to have cosplay of any sort, and she doesn’t seem to be the type, but you never know. She nervously says hi to me, and blushes, and goes on her way.
Later, Wade, Jack, Bob and I get to our booth to get started on meeting fans, signing things. I love doing what I do, but the biggest part I love is meeting my fans. I really enjoy it. It’s about three hours after we had started meeting fans, when I see that girl from the hotel. My heart stops for a little bit, my mouth ajar, just looking at her. She’s so gorgeous. She is significantly short (I’d say just under 5 feet tall) and vibrant red hair. She’s wearing a neko cosplay and she looks very sexy. Purple cat ears, purple paws, and a black tail with a purple tip. She has on black leggings with lace going up the sides showing off a bit of skin, and a black and purple corset that hugs her curves perfectly. Her collar jingles with every move she makes. It’s so cute, and it’s turning me on a little. I swallow the lump in my throat, and Wade snaps his fingers at me.
“Mark, are you okay?” he asks while signing something. He has a confused look on his face. I notice she gets in line. I shake my head.
“Uh, um…what Wade?”
“Are you okay?” Bob, Jack and Wade are looking at me like I’m some kind of a circus freak.
“Yeah I’m fine. I just got distracted by a thought is all.” I say. Roughly another hour later, this girl finally gets to our table. She’s more gorgeous up close. Her smile, smooth porcelain skin, and her big brown eyes. Oh her eyes. She is just beautiful. She comes up right in front of me. All of her beauty in front of me. I feel another lump in my throat as I look at her.
“Hi Mark! I’m Molly.” She says nervously. The lump in my throat stays, and I can’t say anything. I try to mutter what I want to say, but all that comes out is blubber.
“Mark, are you okay?” She chuckles. Her laugh is so cute, I just want to squee. I finally manage to swallow the lump in my throat.
“Hi Molly, I’m Mark. Well, you already know that, duh.” She laughs and puts her purse on the table. It has the Markiplier’s Heroes heart on it, and a bunch of pins.
“Yes Mark I know who you are obviously!” Her collar jingles as she laughs more.
“I like your purse! Very cool!” I smile at her, and she smiles back, never losing eye contact.
“Thank you! It was outrageously expensive, but well worth every cent.” She says. She hands me a poster for me and everyone else to sign, hands me a letter, a birthday card, and gives me a huge hug thanking me for saving her life.
“It was amazing finally meeting you Mark. Have a good con if I don’t see you again!” She says.
“It was amazing meeting you too, Molly.” We smile at each other, and she walks away. I keep looking at her. She’s just breathtaking and so sweet. She has a nice butt too, I won’t deny. Wade nudges me.
“Mark? Do…do you have a crush on a fan?” I look back at him and glare.
“No, of course not! What are you talking about?” He raises his eyebrows.
“Really, Mark? Really? Listen, I know you’ve had a ‘no dating fans’ policy, but I don’t know. I haven’t seen you look at a girl like that in a while. You seem smitten. I say go for her; see what she’s about. Maybe start off small, talk one-on-one here at the con. Or go out for coffee. I don’t want you to miss out on who could be a great girl. You deserve to be happy.” I look down at my twiddling thumbs and seriously consider what he’s saying.
“I don’t know, I mean, dating a fan? That’s going against how I think, how I feel.”
We get to our last fan. I’m still thinking about Molly. I don’t know what to do about the situation. I look around my surroundings after we get done with everything, and I notice something on the floor in the near distance. I walk over to go see what it is, crouch down and pick it up. It’s Molly’s atheist pin. I stand back up, and put the pin in my pocket. I feel Bob’s hand on my shoulder, and I look back at him.
“You know, the more well known you become, and the longer you stick to this, ‘I won’t date a fan’ thing, the less options you have in this world. Think about that, Mark.” Bob always had a good point, but I’m still not sure what to do. I take the pin out of my pocket and look at it, thinking.
“Is there a reason you keep lookin’ at that pin, Mark?” Jack asks.
“It belongs to that Molly girl. If I find her, I’m going to give it back to her. But nothing more!” I look at Bob, wide-eyed.
“Mark. Ask her to dinner. Coffee. Something! You obviously have peaked an interest for this woman.” Wade says.
“She’s really pretty; breathtakingly gorgeous to be accurate. But I can’t date fans. It would cross a boundary that I want to keep between myself and them.”
“Can’t? Or won’t?” Wade questions. I hit him on the shoulder.
“Defensive I see.” Bob speculates and chuckles. I look at him and I sit down on the floor up against a wall, head in hands, stressing over the situation. I sigh.
“If you like this girl, I say talk to her at the con one-on-one. Take it one step at a time, and then if you are still interested, and she’s interested, ask her to coffee. And give her the option to bring a friend if she doesn’t feel comfortable going with just you.” Jack suggests. With my head still in my hands, I decide to just give her back the pin the next time I see her. I decide to stop thinking about it and move on.
“We’ll see.” I say to the guys.
It’s later in the day, and I’m in the gaming hall playing games with Jack. Distracted by gameplay, Jack practically punches me in the arm.
“Ow! You’re supposed to punch like buttons in the face, not Marks in the arms!” I laugh out loud, and then Jack points in a direction. I look in said direction and see Molly sitting on the other side of the room with friends. Oh god. My heart flutters. This is so stupid. I spoke to her for a very short amount of time and I’m acting like a love struck idiot.
“You should give her back the pin at the very least, Mark.” Jack says.
“Save my seat while I’m gone?” I ask.
“Of course. Go get ‘er tiger.” He laughs out loud. I roll my eyes at him. I walk up to her and I tap her on the shoulder, and she jumps a little, causing her collar to jingle.
“Holy crap balls who is that?!” she exclaims. I laugh as she turns around.
“Oh hey Mark! What’s up?” She looks up at me with those beautiful brown eyes behind her cat eye glasses. I freeze up again.
“Mark?” I soon come back to reality. I pull the pin out of my pocket.
“I noticed this on the ground after our signing and I remember it being on your purse, I assume it is yours?” She takes it and smiles.
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