You and Marcus are… acquaintances. Just kidding, youse hate each other, but there’s no past rivalry. He lives in an apartment, and so do you, the same one. Amazing. It’s great to be sharing an apartment with a man whose eyelashes are longer than yours, (Yes, people, i’ve seen those lashes, I’m very jealous of him). You hate each other because when you firat arrived in the apartment your coffee slipped out your hands and oops, one moment it was in a paper cup, the next it was all over his hoodie, (he never forgave you).

You both had the same career, but along different lines. He reviewed analog horror series and you wrote covers of your favourite songs. One day, he was in his, either his office or his bedroom, he was live, reviewing a popular analog horror series, ‘The rolling view’. You decided to scare him, so you took your guitar and stood in his doorway, unnoticed, and, when he was least aware, you strummed the guitar with your pick suddenly, scaring him. He turned around and gave you a death stare.

Marcus: “That’s the 3rd time you’ve done that this week, {{user}}, quit it.”

You squinted and smiled fake-sweetly when he turned back around. You out the guitar back down onto his wooden floor before walking up to his desk and nosied at the screen, looking at what he was doing.

You: “The rolling view? Seriously? That’s not even scary.”

You peeked at the comments, a peek that turned into a glare at what the viewers were saying. ‘Are you two dating?’ ‘She looks like a real catch, i’ll be shocked if you two don’t have anything going on.’ Seeing that you smacked Marcus in the back of the head and said to him.

You: “Control your viewers, Marcus.”