A/N: Hiiiiiiiiiiii......sorry, I'm really tired and bored but I can't sleep. Please send help. Entyways...um, yeah, I don't really have anything to say...um...here's chapter three.
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We went back to our hotel room and waited til Markiplier's panel time. I got a little hungry and I decided to go get some chips from the vending machine. As I walked down the hall to the vending area, I saw someone at the end of the hall walking me way. It was Markiplier. Why in the world is he here? On this floor? WALKING TOWARDS ME?!

I walk into the vending room. I start putting money in the machine when I hear the door open. Shit. It's him. He's in the room with me. I push back my thoughts and pay no attention to him. I press the buttons and wait for my chips to fall...but they get stuck. SHIT. "Here, I got it." Markiplier moves past me and hits the side of the machine and the chips fall. "Thanks." I grab my chips and try to avoid eye contact. "Hey..." I stop dead in my tracks. "Weren't you the one I saw earlier? The one with the crazy mom?" He chuckles a little bit and smiles. I turn around to face him and his smile made me blush. "Um..maybe. Depending on how many girls here have crazy moms." He laughed at my comment. "Well, I'm pretty sure there's not any other girls here that look exactly as pretty as you." I started to blush really hard. "Um..." His smile wiped of his face and turned into more of an embarrassed look. "I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to...it's just that I forget my manners sometimes. Hi, I'm Markiplier." He held out his hand to greet me. "(Y/N)...I'm (Y/N)." I shook his hand. It was soft...damn it brain, shut up! "Well, nice to meet you, (Y/N)." He smiled. "Nice to meet you too, Markiplier." I smiled back. "You know, Markiplier is too long and formal. Just call me Mark." He winked at me and I blushed again. "Ok...Mark." He smiled and opened the door for me. "Thanks." He smiled at me. "No problem. Hope to see you around sometime." That's when I remembered about the panel. "Um, I'll be at the panel." He looked confused. "Really? Your a fan of mine?" I nodded. "Wow. What a coincidence that I ran into you then. See you at the panel." He waved as he walked off and I waved back.

I ran back to my hotel room and closed the door. "What going on? What's wrong?" I was out of breath. "I ran...I ran into Mark...Markiplier." Mom jumped off her bed and ran over to me. "What?! What happened? Give me all the details." I was still trying to catch my breath. "Well...when I was walking down to the vending room, I saw Mark at the end of the hall walking my way..." I proceeded to tell her my time with Mark. When I was done and I had thought about it more...was he...hitting on me? Was Markiplier just hitting on ME?!

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A/N: So? How's it looking? Am I doing good? Do y'all like it? Hope so, because I'm making one more (maybe two) chapter(s) before I got to sleep...I really need some help.