Y/N POV
You were walking down the hall, it was, a weird place in the airport to be honest. Why was your plane in the private area of the airport? Who the fuck knows, you just want to get home to L.A.
You arrived to this, gate? 10 seats... Cincinnati is weird as shit man.. You take a seat and after waiting a while, you see someone running towards you "I'm Here! Have you taken off?!" you heard a voice. 'What the fuck?' you thought, the voice sounded familiar.
"No sir, we don't take off for another hour.." The lady at the desk stated, she had a smile across her face. "Alright... thank you.." You heard the man through your earphones. You see the seat next to you being taken up as you look to wave.
You notice the jacket and face, It's, fuckin Markiplier?! "Wait, uh. sir?", you stutter out, you don't know what to do. "Oh, uhm. Yes?" the man asks with a welcoming smile. "Are.. you Mark?" you stutter again, god dammit.
"Why, yes I am" he let out a chuckle of amusement. "Why do you ask? Do you know me?" he said, looking at you, "Well, uh, I was, hoping if, we could get a picture together?" You are visibly nervous, as you rub the back of your neck.
"Of course..!" he smiled when he noticed you pulled out your phone, and it had one of his charity phone cases. "I see you have helped the charities." you get startled by his comment- "Oh! uh, yeah... I try to help the charities whichever way I can.." you let out a small, yet sad smile?
He let out a chuckle, "I get it... It's, a sad thing to think about." He sighed. The two of you talked and rambled away to each other for the next hour. Soon, you two heard the woman speak over the intercom. "Now boarding." she called out to the people in the gate.
You and Mark waved bye, since you two had different loading times. When you boarded though, you found out you two are sitting together on the, oh jesus, 7 hour flight...
"Can't get enough of me?" Mark put a gunning hand under his chin, smiling, soon a chuckle following. "Seems as if I can't." You respond with a smile, you wanted to put your headphones in, but you couldn't stop your conversation with Mark, it was, so intriguing, so fascinating...
You felt as if you were on top of the world whilst you talked with this man, you never felt this way before when you watched him from a screen, much less the fact you are a stranger to him, what the fuck gives?
"Hey, uh, Y/N?" he waves a hand in front of your face, "Are you alright?" he asks, an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. 'You were stuck in your thoughts like an idiot,' you thought., funny enough..
You became startled, but looked up "Ah, uh.. yeah.. I'm fine-!" you smiled as the lady on the flight started going over safety stuff, obviously bored of the job she had to do for the 100th time.
After about an hour of the flight, you were staring at your phone, and you feel a lean on your shoulder? You look down, but see the once tall, strong man now curled up in the seat, his head leaning onto your shoulder whilst sleeping. Flushed, you let him. As its about, 2am and he's most likely tired, but you can't help but wonder.
"Why the hell is he this close to a stranger already?..."