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de·ni·al /dəˈnīəl/
noun — the action of declaring something to be untrue.
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Me and Mark's relationship has been great and strong. We started dating in September 2017. We both met when my best friend, Ethan Nestor, introduced us to each other, since they were best buddies.
Then Mark introduced me to Amy Nelson, who turned out to be my close best friend. We sometimes hangout every time Mark records his gaming videos or is just busy in general, like he said.
I have a Twitch channel also. I usually make song covers using my ukulele that Mark bought for me on my 25th birthday. The chat would always suggest a song and I wouldn't complain about it! Mark would sometimes watch me go live streaming and comment in the chatbox, gifting me some subs, making my livestream go wild at our sweet relationship on the internet.
But things changed.
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As (Y/n) opened her (e/c) eyes softly on the shared bed she's laying on, the sunlight hitting her face making her groan out annoyance quietly, not wanting her boyfriend to disturb his slumber but then a deep chuckle voice ring on her ear.
"Good morning Mark," she said quietly and turned around to see her handsome 6 years boyfriend.
"..mhmm..good morning my flower.." Mark responded half asleep as he nuzzled on (Y/n)'s neck making her blushed at his affection.
They stayed in that position; the (h/c) (h/l) girl kept stroking Mark's soft dark brown hair; she smiled softly while Mark went back to sleep, soft snores coming out of his mouth.
The two were so affectionate that they couldn't help but cuddle all morning, make cute nicknames for each other, and showing PDA every time they went out. Mark didn't mind this since he had some pre-recorded videos already and loved you lots.
He'll do anything to make you smile and laugh. Every time you cried, he was there, comforting and reassuring you.
Oh, how he loves it when he hears your adorable laugh. Even though you said that you sound like a dying horse, it makes his heart flutter every time he makes you laugh.
You kept stroking his soft hair until you had the urge to take the restroom. You slowly got up until his hands tightened around your waist, making your cheeks blush.
"Where are you going baby? Please stayyyy," He whined while nuzzling your clothed stomach, making you giggle at his cuteness towards you.
"I'll be back Mark, I have to go to the bathroom first!" You exclaimed while giggling, he looked up at you and pouted. He eventually loosened his grip on (Y/n) 's waist. You then pecked his kiss softly and went to the bathroom, closing the door softly behind your back.
You look at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks blushing and smiling happily. You were so lucky that you had a boyfriend for 6 years and loved you endlessly.
You began to do your business, finishing for seconds, you began to wash your hands easily, pumping some liquid hand soap on your palm, washing the soap away with water, you grabbed a white tissue on the side of the faucet swiftly, drying your hands evenly, your eyes landed on the laundry basket that is full with yours and Mark's used clothes making you stopped at your tracks.
Oh well, I have laundry to do today.
You thought, throwing the damp white tissue in the small trash bin, opening the bathroom door and exiting, going back to Mark's cuddle session.
As you walk into the bedroom, (Y/n) saw Mark texting someone in his phone, a smile plastered on his face while typing something. You didn't mind about it, so you hopped on the bed with him and hugged him, making Mark turn off his phone immediately.
"(Y-Y/n)! you scared the crap out of me.." He nervously said, putting his phone on his night stand, making you furrow your eyebrows in curiosity. "Who were you texting with?" You blurted out and questioned him.
"It was.. Ethan! He wanted to meet up with me this afternoon, is that alright with you babe..?" He asked nervously as you eyed him suspiciously at his actions.
You thought of it for a second and sighed "Yeah of course," you slightly smiled at him. He kissed your cheek and got up, grabbing his phone; also on the night stand, he exited into the bedroom.
Weird.. He said Ethan's name hesitantly..
Your thoughts began to fill with negative ideas on what Mark actually does this afternoon.
You took a deep breath and exhaled heavily. You got up also and started to fix the bed easily. Fixing the fluffy white bedsheet and fluffing up the pillows.
After that, you went downstairs, hearing Chica and Henry's barks as they saw you immediately, they began to lick your hand, making you chuckle. You started to pet both of them happily.
"Hey Chica-bica and Henry! You guys are the cutest!" You said while they barked in response. You then stopped petting them and made your way to the kitchen until you saw Mark cooking breakfast.
"Maaark, it's my turn to cook breakfast..!" You hugged him at his back, and he laughed.
"Nu uh. Remember that you cooked me food that I want for 1 week because I was sick?" Oh, that one, you remember that damn well, you love taking care of Mark if he's sick or not, so you didn't mind it at all.
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"Baaaabeeee..." Mark whined in the bedroom as you heard his voice all the way to the kitchen. You giggled at him as you finished cooking for his food, with medicines and a glass of water.
"Coming!" You slightly shouted in response so he would hear it on the shared bedroom, putting the items on a tray, you carefully went upstairs and opened the door softly, seeing Mark wrapped on a thick blanket looking like a burrito, giggling at his position making his head snapped to you.
"What are you laughing at!?" He questioned me jokingly.
"Oh nothing, you look like a burrito in that position!" Mark puffed out his cheeks and giggled quietly; you placed the tray on a small table, sitting down and leaned over the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature.
"You're burning hot Mark, you should eat and take your medicine," You say worryingly and go to get the tray.
"Oh yeah? Is it because I'm really HOT?" He jokingly said making you laugh.
"I'm serious love, eat this porridge and take the medicine too," You say seriously, sitting down on the edge of the bed beside him while carrying a bowl of porridge.
"Feed meeee.." Mark whined and opened his mouth, waiting for you to feed him, (Y/n) chuckled, and began to take a spoon that is full of hot porridge, slowly blowing it so it would get warm. (Y/n) began to put it on Mark's mouth and he began to eat it like a kid.
"I like this alot." Mark blurted out as he swallowed the food, both of you laughing "Mhm, Obviously," you added.
You kept feeding it to him until the bowl was already empty, putting it on the small table. You took his medicines, and water handing it to him. He put the pill in his mouth and began to drink the water, emptying it immediately.
"Thank you (Y/n), I appreciate you alot my flower," He smiled softly, making (Y/n) blush slightly; she leaned into Mark's head and kiss it sweetly, same thing to his cheek. "Anything for you Mark."
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"Ohh, I remember that- but that doesn't mean you have to cook for me!" You whined playfully, Flipping some pancakes on the pan, you made your way to the cabinets and started to gather some plates, utensils, and glass.
Mark then eventually finished cooking; he is the king of cooking at the perfect and fluffy pancakes. You absolutely love it when he makes this breakfast.
You sat down on the kitchen chair that you usually sit at. You noticed that Mark's phone lay on the table beside you. Curiosity got the best of you, but you didn't want to invade his privacy.
But I'm his girlfriend.. should I check his phone? In case he's doing something suspicious??
No I shouldn't. It's not right.
(Y/n) debated herself inside of her thoughts, giving up that she shouldn't check his phone or he might get mad.
Ding!
A message. From Mark's phone. Should I check it out..
The screen lit up and a notification popped up in Mark's notification panel. You slowly leaned towards the phone until someone snatched it immediately.
Mark furrowed his eyebrows and glared at you, making you look down in shame.
"You know you shouldn't check someone's privacy, right (Y/n)?" He said angrily as he placed the plate on the table, slamming it slightly, making (Y/n) flinched at his actions.
"I'm sorry Mark.." She muttered quietly while looking at the floor, not wanting to have eye contact with him. Breakfast with Mark and (Y/n) was really awkward.
The tension was so thick, that the clinking of the plates and utensils was the only thing that could be heard.
(Y/n) was about to cry, but she had to suck it up. She didn't like it when Mark acts like this every time they have a fight.
Mark eventually finished his breakfast; he placed the used plate and utensils that he used on the sink and went upstairs without a word.
Why was he so mad when I was about to check his phone..?
Is he hiding something from me..?
If he does, I don't like it all.
She thought as she heard Mark finish taking a bath. 20 minutes passed that she zoned out, how is that even possible?
"I'm going out now, bye (Y/n)," He said as he stood in the front door, he wore a cloak mustard color shirt and jeans.
"Where are you going?"
He sighed annoyingly, making her stomach churn for no reason at all.
"To Ethan's house remember? I have to go now," He opened the front door as he grabbed the car keys swiftly.
"I love you."
Mark didn't even respond to her 'I love you', he slammed the front door, making (Y/n) flinch again.
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I began to clean the house since I had nothing else to do. I fed Chica and Henry some dog food and gave them new water for them to drink; I cleaned the dishes, wiped the dirty tables, swept and mopped the floor.
I felt so bad that I was the cause that Mark got in a bad mood this morning..
Sighing heavily, I went upstairs to get the dirty clothes in the shared bathroom, carrying the basket downstairs carefully. I placed it on the floor gingerly as I arrived in the laundry room; afterwards, I started to separate the colored clothes and the white ones.
Putting the white ones in the washing machine, I grabbed Mark's white dress shirt, before I placed it in the washing machine. My eyes landed on something on his shirt collar.
A smudge red lipstick.
That's odd.. I usually don't wear red lipstick..
Maybe this happened when I tried to kiss him, but he pushed me off on the previous date with him..?
Maybe. Just maybe.