Chapter 10: Welcome to Ohio | Behind The Screen *Markiplier sis!fic* Chapter 10: Welcome to Ohio Behind The Screen *Markiplier sis!fic* Chapter 10: Welcome to Ohio A/N: Slight Trigger warning: brief mention The video eventually ends, and I go down the hall, and knock on Mark’s door. “Go away.” he says. I sigh. “Mark, c’mon, let me in.” I say. There’s silence, but then the door opens, and a red-eyed Mark stands in front of me. “Why didn’t you tell me anything?” he asks. I sigh. “I didn’t want you to freak out.” I reply. “Rach, people are saying I’m gonna hurt you. They’re telling you to kill yourself!” he snaps. “Yeah, and we both know neither of those things are ever gonna happen!” I snap back. He looks a little surprised. I’ve never been so assertive before. I’ve also never been in such a good mindset before. “Rach-” “People make rumors about everything, Mark! 99% of them aren’t true! They do it to get a reaction, and to get attention!

You know that!” I snap. He looks at me with an expression I can’t read. I sigh. “Why is this affecting you so much?” “Because people make stupid assumptions. They’re making me seem like a horrible person and I kept my distance because…” he trails off. “Why have you been avoiding me for the past 3 days?” I ask. He sighs. “I don’t know what these stories are making you think and I want you to feel safe and-” “You think I’m scared of you?” I ask. He nods sheepishly. “Why would you think that?” “People have been saying-” “Fuck them!” I say. He looks at me. “They don’t know how I feel. They don’t know who I trust. And, Mark, I trust you with my life.” “You do?” he asks. I nod. “People have been saying that you made that video because you were scared I would get angry if you didn’t.” “Why are you listening to these assholes!?” I ask. He sighs. “I made that video to fight them! I made that video to defend you, Mark!

I made that video to try and get a message across to the assholes that don’t already know you’re amazing! You’re fantastic! You gave me my life back, Mark! You gave me a second chance! You fucking saved me! And if you can’t see that then you’re a fucking idiot, Mark!” I shout, and I storm into my room and slam the door. I lie down and the bed and scream into my pillow. I know why I’m so mad. He makes it seem like I’m scared of him. And the incident. The incident from when I was a kid, just everything. It’s making me mad. I roll on my side, and Mark opens the door. I glare, and flip on my side, away from him. I hear him sigh. “Look, I’m sorry.” he says. “You must have a pretty low opinion of me if you think a couple fucking fanfictions are gonna change my mind about you and suddenly make me fear you.” I snap. I feel the bed dip down behind me. “I don’t have a low opinion of you. Truth is, I knew you wouldn’t be persuaded, but I was scared.” “Why were you scared?” I ask, still facing away.

“Honestly, I’m not sure.” he replies. I sigh, and then turn on my side and look at him again. “Dammit Mark. You gotta know that nothing other people say is gonna make me feel differently about you.” I say. “I know.” he says. **** MARK'S POV I wake up the next morning to a knock at the door. I walk downstairs, and walk to the door. I look out the peephole and see a man who looks about 50, maybe a little older. I open the door. “Can I help you?” I ask. “I’m looking for Rachel. My name is Jason, I’m an old family friend.” he says. “Oh, wow. Okay.” I say. I turn and look at the stairs. “Rach! Come here!” I shout. “Coming!” she calls back. I hear footsteps and then she starts to come down the stairs. “What’s going-” She stops when she sees Jason. “Mark, go by the couch.” she says. Confused, I walk away from the door and to the couch. “Now stay there and don’t ask any questions.” she says. “Wow, Rachel, you’ve gotten so-” BAM.

Rachel slams him in the face with her fist. What the hell!? I start to move towards them. “Mark stay the fuck over there.” she snaps. I stop moving. She looks back at Jason, who’s holding his bleeding nose. “Don’t come anywhere near this place or me ever again. I’m capable of a lot worse and next time I won’t hesitate.” she growls. She slams the door, and locks it. She looks at me. “Don’t open that door for him ever again.” She starts up the steps. I follow in pursuit. “What the hell was that!?” I shout. “Don’t ask questions.” she replies. “You just decked someone in the face for no reason!” I exclaim. She walks into her room and tries to close the door but I don’t let her. “Calm down. I just punched him, I wanted to do a lot worse.” she says. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve heard!” I shout, sarcastically. “Mark, I’m not discussing this.” she snaps, looking at me. “Yes, you are!” I yell.

“Mark, I’m not fucking opening that can of worms, and you shouldn’t either so shut up!” she shouts, angrily. “Just tell me why the hell you-” “HE RAPED ME!” she screams. RACHEL’S POV Mark stops talking and looks at me, shocked. “What?” he asks. “Jason Axine. He was my dad’s best friend. He came over one day, him and my dad both got drunk, my dad passed out, he came in my room, and-” I say, my voice shaking. “Stop.” Mark says with tears in his eyes. I sit on the bed, unable to stand anymore. MARK’S POV She was raped. She was fucking raped. “You never told me that.” I say. “I never told anyone.” she says, looking down at her hands in her lap. What!? “You never told the police!?” I exclaim. “My dad said if I told anyone he’d kill me.” she says, her voice small and scared. I sigh, and sit next to her. “Is that why you got so mad about the fanfictions?” I ask. She nods, tears running down her face.

“It had happened before with someone I had never trusted and they wrote stories about the person who means the world to me turning on me and raping me. That wasn’t okay. And I got mad that you thought I was scared because I love you and I know you would never-” “I know.” I say. She lets out a shaky breath. “How old were you?” “10. 11, at most.” she says. I sigh. **** “RACH!” I scream. I hear Rachel’s door open, she walks down the hall, and walks in my room. “Yeeeeeeeees?” she asks. “Get packing. We’re leaving for Cincinnati tomorrow.” I say. “I thought we weren’t leaving for another 2 weeks.” she says. I smile slightly. “I figured you could use some kind of vacation. Plus, don’t you realize what next week is?” I ask. “Oh, Thanksgiving!” she says. It’s Wednesday right now. We’d leave Thursday, tomorrow, stay this weekend, all of next week, Thanksgiving is a week from tomorrow. Then we would stay Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and then we would leave Monday night. My mom wanted us to stay as long as possible.

And apparently, my whole family is super excited to meet Rachel. “My mom wants us there. And the whole family is dying to meet you. Just fair warning, my step-nieces like mob me a lot.” I say, and she smiles. “I may or may not join in on that.” She says. “C’mon.” I say. “I’ll help you pack.” **** “Okay, we’re good.” Rachel says. I look at the clock and see it’s like 2:30 am. She yawns. “You wanna go to bed?” I ask. She nods, rubbing her arms. “C-Can I sleep in your room?” she asks, trying to hide the fact she’s obviously getting anxious. Since it’s late and I don’t think she wants to talk about it, I just nod. “Yeah. We have to wake up at like 7 tomorrow, our flight leaves at 11:15.” I say. She nods and wraps her arms around my torso. Oddly enough, Rachel’s only about 2 or 3 inches shorter than me. I hug her back, and she takes a deep breath. “C’mon.” I say.

We walk down the hall and into my room, and lie down on the bed. She curls into my side, and I fall asleep with a smile on my face. I love my sister. **** “Rach.” someone says, gently shaking me awake. “What?” I moan. “Wake up. C’mon, we gotta get ready for the flight.” they say. I groan. **** “Flight 304 to Cincinnati is now boarding.” “That’s us.” Mark says. We get on and go to our seats. We put our luggage above us, and sit in our seats. I have the window seat. I also put my carry-on by my feet. “Hey, Mark?” I say. “Yeah?” he asks, looking at me. I smile slightly. “Do you realize the last time either of us were on a plane was the flight back from PAX?” I say, making him smile. MARK’S POV Thank god for PAX. Rachel yawns. “Still tired?” I ask, and nods. “Lean on me.” I say. She wraps her arm around my right arm, and leans her head on my shoulder. “Sleep. Gonna be about 4 or 5 hours.” I say.

She doesn’t respond. I look at her sleeping, and chuckle. “Someone’s tired.” **** “Maaaark!” someone whines quietly, shaking me awake. I open my eyes and look at Rachel. “Yeah?” I ask groggily. She smiles. “The window.” she says, and we both look outside. We are high above the clouds , which makes Rachel smile more. “Yeah, it’s cool.” I say. “I guess I forgot just how awesome planes are.” she says, and I chuckle. **** We walk through the airport, and I see Tom waiting for us. “TOM!” I shout. He looks over and smiles. We walk up to him and we give each other a “bro-hug”. “Hey, it’s Mr. Big-Youtube-Guy.” he says, making me chuckle. “You jelly?” I ask. Rachel facepalms next to me, and I look at her. “What?” “Nothing. Just never say ‘you jelly’ when in my presence ever again.” she says. “Does it make you as sick as ‘yolo’ does?” I ask and she groans. “Don’t even get me started on yolo.

Seriously, why the hell do we need those kinds of things disgracing our vocabulary!?” she says, making Tom chuckle. “I agree.” he says. He puts a hand out. “I’m Tom.” Rachel shakes it. “I’m Rachel.” she says. Tom smiles. “Welcome to Ohio.” he says, and she smiles nervously. **** “Yeah, the backyard is huge.” I say. “Sounds fun.” she says, nervously wringing her hands in the backseat. I nudge her, and she looks at me, so I give her what I hope is a reassuring smile. “And we’re here.” Tom says, pulling into the driveway. We all get out of the car and Rachel puts her carry-on over her shoulder, and grabs her suitcase. (Just one.) We walk up the steps, and Tom walks in before us. “Hey mom! I picked up some hitchhikers!” Tom says. Rachel chuckles. “Hey ma! Ma!” she says under her breath, and I chuckle at her reference to Jack’s videos. My mom comes out of the kitchen. “Mark!” she says, and I run up and give her a big hug.

“Hey mom.” I say, and then I pull away and look at Rachel, who’s still nervously wringing her hands while staring at the floor. I look at my mom, who looks confused, and whisper in her ear. “She’s really nervous to meet everyone.” I say, and Mom smiles. “And who is this beautiful young woman?” Mom says, making Rachel look up, and walk over. “Hi, Mrs. Fischbach, I’m-” “That’s Mom to you.” Mom says, making me smile. Rachel seems a bit flustered by this. “Oh… uh… okay. M-Mom, I’m Rachel, and it’s so nice to meet you.” she says, putting a hand out. Mom, being Mom, ignores this and pulls Rachel in for a hug. “The pleasure is mine!” she says. Rachel looks at me over my mom’s shoulder and mouths ‘Is this good?’. I smile slightly and nod, making her nod too. Mom pulls away. “Well, come on. I’ll show you your room.” Mom walks down the hall, and Rachel puts her hand over her mouth. “You okay?” I ask. She looks at me, slightly teary-eyed. “I’m fine.

It’s just… I haven’t called someone ‘Mom’ in 5 years.” she says, and then she smiles. “I can’t wait to do it again.” She walks down the hall after Mom, and I follow, smiling. **** “Well, more people are gonna be here Saturday for the football game.” Mom says. “Who’s playing?” I ask. “The Bengals and The Seahawks.” Mom replies, sounding disgusted when she says ‘Seahawks’. “Oh, Bengals better kick butt.” Rachel says. “You’re a Bengals fan?” I ask. She nods. “100%. You didn’t know that?” She responds. “I didn’t even know you like football.” I say. “Oh god, I’m a die hard football fan.” she replies, making me chuckle. “Well if you’re rooting for the Bengals you’ll fit right in.” Mom says, making Rachel smile. **** “Mark?” my mom says from the other couch. I look away from the TV and at her. “Yeah?” I ask. She smiles, and motions towards my lap. I look down at Rachel, who was laying with her head in my lap, and see she’s asleep. I chuckle. I carefully pick up her head and stand.

“Be right back.” I tell Mom, and I slide my arm under her knees, and then the other under her shoulders, and I carry her to the guest room, which is where she’s gonna be sleeping. I carefully lay her down on the bed and pull the covers over her. I kiss her forehead, then carefully shut the door and walk back into the living room, and sit on the couch again. Mom looks at me, smiling. “What?” I ask. “What was that?” she asks. “I brought her to bed.” I say, confused. “You do that a lot?” she asks. I nod. “Yeah, sometimes. See, Rachel has a hard time with a lot of stress all the time and she’s got Panic Disorder. Sometimes I guess she just falls asleep better when I’m around.” I say. She smiles. “Oh really?” she asks. “Yeah. She sleeps in my bed sometimes, because she just has rough days and she’s really hard on herself and she gets stressed out and I just want her to… ya know, be okay.” I say and I see at the look on Mom’s face, and I catch on, and smile slightly.

“Yeah yeah, I know, Mark’s a good big brother.” I say. “You’re a fantastic big brother, Mark.” Mom says. “Thanks, Mom.” I reply. “You really love her.” Mom says. I smile. “Yeah. I do.” I say. “And she really loves you too.” she says, making me smile more. “I know.” **** RACHEL’S POV I wake up the next morning, and see it’s about 10:45. I get out of bed and grab my DC sweatshirt, and walk out of the room. I walk down the hall and into the kitchen, and see Mrs. Fisch-...Mom, cooking breakfast, bacon and eggs. “Wow, that smells awesome.” I say. “Who are you talking to?” she asks, looking at me. “You.” I say, confused. “And who am I?” she asks, and I smile when I catch on. “Mom.” I say with a smile. “There we go. It used to be Mark’s favorite.” she says. “Fun fact, it still is.” I say with a smile, making her smile too. “Speaking of Mark, is he up yet?” “No, not yet.” she says.

“Oh okay.” I reply. “How ‘bout you go wake him up?” she says. “Yeah, sure.” I say, getting up. “Do me a favor?” she asks. “Anything.” I reply. “Mark spent years waking up Tom by jumping on him. I think it’s time for some payback, don’t you?” Mom says. I smile. “I believe I do.” I say, and I walk down the hall, and into Mark’s room. I run and leap, and land on Mark, earning an “Umph!”. He turns and looks at me. “Morning.” I say, lying on top of him. He smiles groggily. “Morning kiddo.” he says. He opens his arms. “No, you gotta wake up.” I say. “Couple minutes.” he replies. Damn him for knowing how much I love his hugs. I sigh, but get under the covers next to him. He wraps his arms around me, and I smile. The best feeling in the world is one of Mark’s hugs. He always hugs me really tight, and it always makes me feel so safe. I always feel like that around him, but his hugs make it even more prominent.

Sometimes he rubs my back when he hugs me, even if I’m not panicking. I think he does it because he knows that I’m always so stressed out, and I think he knows it makes me feel even safer. God I love my brother. “How’d ya sleep?” he asks, pulling away but keep one arm draped over me. “Pretty good. You?” I reply. “Good. Until I got jumped on.” he says. I smile, and he kisses my forehead. I go in for another hug, putting my arm between his and his side, and he hugs me tight. He turns a little so he’s on his back, and so that I’m cuddled up to his side and my head is on his chest. “What’s that smell?” he asks. “Mom’s making breakfast.” I reply. “What’s she making?” “Your favorite, bacon and eggs.” I say. He smiles. “You wanna go eat?” he asks. No. I wanna stay here. I wanna stay here with Mark hugging me and me not having a panic attack and feeling safe. “One more minute.” I reply. He chuckles and holds me closer.

“I love you, Mark.” “I love you too, Rach.” **** “You need to stop struggling.” “Don’t fucking touch me!” I snap. “I’ll do a hell of a lot more than that.” He says, and he pushes me down on the bed and- I sit up and scream out, gasping for air. I breathe, hard, and hug myself as I cry. “Rach?” someone says as the lights flip on. I jump, startled, and look at Mark standing in the doorway. “Mark.” I breathe out. He comes and sits next to me on the bed. “What happened?” he asks. “I had a nightmare.” I reply, as more tears form. He wipes them away with his thumb, and I lean into his touch. I really need him right now. He puts his hand on my cheek. “I’m sorry if I woke you.” “Don’t be silly.” he says. “Do you want a hug?” I nod, suddenly unable to hold back anymore tears. He pulls me into a hug and I sob into his shoulder, panicking. “It was about Jason.” I say through my tears, muffled by his shoulder. He holds me tighter.

“Rachel, he’s never gonna hurt you again. He won’t get anywhere near you because if he does he’ll be dead before he hits the ground.” he says seriously. I nod into his shoulder. “I’m sick of feeling scared.” I say. “I know.” he says. “Do you want me to stay?” “Please.” I say. He nods. He gets under the covers and lies down next to me. I immediately cuddle up into his side and lay my head on his shoulder, and listen to the sound of him breathing, which actually helps calm me down. One hand wraps around me and rubs my back while his other hand goes to the back of my head and he combs his fingers lightly through my hair. “It’s gonna be okay.” he says. “Can you… like… sing?” I ask awkwardly. “Like what?” he asks. “Anything, I just really can’t calm myself down right now. Sorry.” I say. “No, it’s okay. I totally understand.” he says. He starts to sing. MARK’S POV I start to softly sing a Bruno Mars song, “Count On Me”.

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea, I'll sail the world to find you If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah You can count on me 'cause I can count on you. When I’m finished, her breathing is steady. I look at her and see she is asleep. I kiss the top of her head and fall asleep. **** I open my eyes, and see light streaming through the window. I’m still holding Rachel in my arms, and she’s curled up into my chest, asleep. I never wanna wake her. I want her to be able to relax and be calm and not be depressed and not have a panic attack and just be okay. I kiss the top of her head and try not to wake her. There’s a knock at the door. “Come in.” I whisper, but loud enough for them to hear me. Mom walks in. I put my finger to my lips, and then wrap my arm around her again. “What happened?” she whispers.

“She had a nightmare.” I whisper back. “Why?” she asks. “She was raped when she was a kid.” I reply. Her eyes go wide. “Yeah, I know.” “So you came in here?” she asks. I nod. “She was about to have a panic attack so I stayed.” I reply. She nods, and walks out of the room. I look down at Rachel. She’s still sleeping. I kiss the top of her head. I want her to be okay. **** “Rach, Bob and Wade will be here in 5 minutes!” I call. “I’m coming!” she says, and she comes down the stairs wearing a shirt that says “Kawaii in the streets, Senpai in the sheets”, a pair of jeans, and galaxy Vans. “Nice outfit.” I say, chuckling. She smiles. “I know.” she says, and she starts to walk into the kitchen, but then stops and turns back and looks at me. "Can we talk about something serious?” she asks. I nod, and sit down on the couch. She sits next to me. "What’s up?” I ask. She looks down.

“You can talk to me, Rach, what’s wrong?” "Were you ever suicidal?" She asks, looking at me. RACHEL'S POV I didn't want to ask, but I've seen his older videos and people have discussed it and I'm curious. He sighs. "Sorry, I shouldn't have-" "Yeah, I was. At one point." He says. "Oh." I say. "I mean, you know how I got started. My dad, a horrible relationship, getting kicked out, appendectomy, tumor, having no idea what I was doing with my life. It was hard to handle, and yeah, every now and then I thought 'I could kill myself if I wanted to', and sometimes I would think about it." He says, and he starts tearing up. I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm glad you didn't." I say into his shoulder. He hugs me back. "Me too, kiddo." “I don’t think you realize how I much I love you, Mark.” I say into his shoulder. “No, I do. And I love you too. You mean the world to me, Rach.” he says. I pull away, and wipe my eyes. “Sorry.” I say.

“It’s okay.” he says, smiling. MARK’S POV “HELLO!” someone screams, and Rachel and I both look at Bob and Wade walking in. “Hey guys!” I say, and I get up and hug Wade. “RACHEL!” Bob screams. “BOB!” She screams, and she jumps off the couch and hugs him. I pull away from Wade. “Hey!” she says, pulling away. “RACHEL!” Wade screams. “WADE!” she screams, and she jumps up and hugs him. I’m 5’10”, and Rachel’s about 5’7” or 5’8”, and Bob and Wade are both 6’5”. I hug Bob. “Hey man.” I say. “Hey Mark.” he says. “I need to talk to you and Wade.” I say quietly so only he can hear me. I pull away and he nods. "Later." He says, and I nod. "I have a bone to pick with you!" Wade says, pointing at Rachel. "What'd I do?" She asks. "Why didn't I know you're an amazing piano player?!" He says. "You can play piano?" I ask, looking at her.

"And she can sing!" Bob says. "How do you guys know that?" She asks. "We saw a video online from a charity talent show you were in a few years ago." Wade says. "Oh god." She says. "I can't believe you never told me that!" Mark says. "Sorry." I say, smiling. "Play something!" He says, pointing at the Grand Piano in the corner of the room. "Like what?" I ask. "Play what you played in that talent show!" Bob says. I sigh, but walk over to the piano, and sit down. "Okay, now I haven't played in a while, so if it sucks, don't judge me." I say. "Just play!" Wade says. I sigh, but put my fingers on the keys, and start to play the beginning of Piano Man by Billy Joel. I incorporate the harmonica parts into the piano, so it sounds complete. And I sing. It's 9 o'clock on a Saturday. The regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man sittin' next to me, makin' love to his tonic and gin. Billy Joel has been my favorite musician for about as long as I can remember.

I heard "Scenes From An Italian Restaurant" when I was very young and fell in love with the sound of his rhythms on the piano. I fell in love with the sound of the piano in general, so I taught myself how to play and got really good. He says "Son, can you play me a memory? I'm not really sure how it goes, but it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete when I wore a younger man's clothes." La la la diddy da. La la diddy da da dum Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man. Sing us a song tonight. Well, we're all in the mood for a Melody, and you've got us feelin' alright. Now, John at the bar is a friend of mine. He gets me my drinks for free. And he's quick with a joke, oughta light up your smoke, but there's someplace that he'd rather be. He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me", as the smile ran away from his face. "Well I'm sure that I could be a movie star, if I could get out of this place." Oh la la la diddy da. La la diddy da da dum.

Now, Paul is a real estate novelist who never had time for a wife. And he's talkin' with Davy, who's still in the navy, and probably will be for life. And the waitress is practicing politics, as the businessmen slowly get stoned. Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it's better than drinkin' alone. Then I get into the piano solo break thing. I'm already really into this song, and I play it with passion. Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man. Sing us a song tonight. Well, we're in the mood for a Melody, and you've got us feelin' alright. I'm literally putting so much into performing Billy Joel in Mom's living room, it's kinda funny. It's a pretty good crowd, for a Saturday. And the manager gives me smile, 'cause he knows that it's me they've been comin' to see, to forget about life for a while. Most passionate part... NOW And the piano, it sounds like a carnival, and the microphone smells like a beer.

And they sit at the bar, and put bread in my jar, and say "Man, what're you doin' here?" Oh la la la diddy da. La la diddy da da dum. Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man. Sing us a song tonight! Well we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feelin' alright. Again, I incorporate the harmonica, and then I end the song. I take my hands off the keys, and take a deep breath. "What'd you think?" I say, looking at all of them. They're all just staring at me, eyes wide and mouths hanging open. "Uh... Guys?" I say. "Yeah, sorry, I really got into it." I say, chuckling. "Don't be sorry!" Wade says. "Rachel, that was fucking amazing." Mark says. I smile. "Thanks." I say. "No, seriously. That was absolutely fantastic." Bob says. "Thank you. I know." I say, laughing. "I'll be right back." I say, and I get up to get some water, my throat is dry.

MARK'S POV "Alright, quick, she's 15 on December 13th, and I want you guys to come to LA for it and I wanna do something special." I say. "Billy Joel tickets!" Wade says. "Yes!" I say. Rachel has said she loves his music so many times in videos and tweets. "And we will gladly come to LA for her birthday, Mark!" Bob says. "We'd hate to miss it." Wade adds. "Thanks guys." I say. I hear her coming back. "I'll text the details." She walks in the room. RACHEL'S POV "So where we goin' for dinner?" I ask. "Where do you want to go?" Mark asks. I shrug. "I don't know anything about Cincinnati, the only time I've been out of LA was PAX." I reply. "Wait, seriously?" Mark asks. I nod. "Yeah, why?" I say. "You've never been out of LA for pleasure or vacation or something?" Bob asks. "Well my dad was always too drunk to go anywhere, and I never went anywhere with Claire because there was no good reason to. So, yeah. This is basically my first time out of LA for vacation means.

I went to PAX, and that was the first time I had been out of LA." I say. "Oh, wow." Wade says. "So it's up to you guys to pick where we go." I say. **** "You guys aren't allowed to pick where we go anymore." I say. "What? This place is great!" Mark says as we get out of the car. "Maybe for someone that doesn't have panic disorder." I say. He facepalms. "Shit. I didn't think of that." He says, sighing. We're at a popular bar and grill (mostly a bar) and the music is blasting. "Relax, I'll be fine." I say. "You sure?" He asks. "I'm with you, aren't I?" I say, smiling. He smiles too. We walk inside after Bob as Wade and sit at a booth. Wade elbows me, and I look at him, and he leans in towards my ear so I can hear him over the music, and shields his mouth from Mark with his hand. "If you want a beer, I won't tell Mark if you do." He says, jokingly. I laugh as he leans away.

"I just might take you up on that offer later." I say. He laughs. I don't think I'll have a panic attack, I'm a little too busy focusing on the people I love. **** "Oh my god, Mark!" Bob says, laughing. He literally just spilled his Beer all over his pants. "Nice job, dumbass." I say, cracking up. "Shit, I'll be right back." He slurs. He's been drinking tonight, and I'm not trying to sound like a killjoy but I really wish he would stop. He gets up, and walks towards the bathroom. "Wait, Mark!" I say, getting up and following after him. "What?" He asks, sounding kinda annoyed. "No more tonight, okay?" I say. "Oh, cut it out." He snaps at me angrily. "Mark, you're already walking like a spaz, please." I say. Suddenly he shoves me back into the wall, and I slam my head. "Ow!" I yelp, and my dad immediately flashes into my head. WADE'S POV "Wait, Mark!" Rachel says, getting up and running after him. She says something to him, and he looks pissed. "Uh...

Bob?" I say, motioning over to them. Mark can sometimes not think when he's drunk. Which he usually never is. Bob looks. Rachel says something, and he shoves her back into the wall and she hits her head. "Oh, fuck." I say, and we both get up and start to go over there. Mark stares at what he's done, horrified. She looks at him with tears in her eyes. "Rachel, I didn't-" SMACK! He stops talking as she slaps him. He looks at her, shocked. "Go fuck yourself!" She snaps, her voice cracking, and she shoves past Bob and I and walks out of the building. "Rach!" Mark calls. Bob stops him from following her. "Stay there." He says. I run outside after her. She's sitting on the curb, hyperventilating. I sit down next to her. "Easy there, tiger." I say. "Wade, I can't believe-" "Shh, not now. Just focus on breathing right now." I cut her off. She nods, and tries to slow her breathing. I put my arm around her shoulders as she tries to calm down.

"In slow, out slow." She nods, and we start breathing together. After a minute or so, her breathing is normal. "Alright, now we discuss." She sighs. "What just happened?" She asks, confused. I sigh. "Mark doesn't always think when he's drunk." I say. "That's no excuse." She says. "I know. But he also never gets drunk. It was mine and Bob's idea to come here anyways." I say. "I know but he got mad because I told him not to drink anymore." She says. "I didn't think he'd get violent, but I just wanted to make sure nothing bad happens to his health." "I'm not gonna try to make you forgive him." I say. "And I'm not gonna try to make excuses for him. You've been through a lot of shit and I completely understand if you're pissed off." She sighs. "I just wanna not be near him for a while." She says. I nod. "Do you wanna stay with Molly and I for tonight?" I suggest. "If you don't mind.

I feel like things would just get worse if I was around him because we'd both have different points of view and I don't wanna get into it with him because I love him and I don't wanna-" "Rachel!" I say. She looks at me. "You don't have to justify it. It sounds like a responsible thing you're doing, stepping away for a moment so you can come back to it later when you have a clear and can fix things." I say. "Yeah, exactly." She says. "Sorry." "It's okay." I say. "Stay here and I'll tell Bob we're leaving." I get up and walk back into the bar. I see Bob trying to calm Mark down. "Bob, let's go." "What's going on?" Mark asks. I sigh. "Rachel's gonna stay with Molly and I tonight because she wants to step back for a minute and then come back to it later to fix it." I say. He sighs. "She said she's doing it because she doesn't wanna get into an argument with you because she loves you." "She said that?" He asks. "Yeah, man. We all make mistakes but it's not gonna suddenly make her hate you." I say.

"But just don't say anything to her in the car." "What? Why?" He asks urgently. "She's really conflicted right now." I reply. "So let me explain!" He says. "Do you want her to have a panic attack?" I ask. He shuts up. "No." He replies. "Then do as I say." I say, and I walk out of the bar. I love him, obviously. But... it's much more than that. It's gonna sound kinda weird, but I can't understand it. It's like I'm drowning, and he's the only way I can get air. I'm not sure how to say it without sounding insane, but he's my support, ya know? It's hard to describe, to put it in words. But, the bottom line is... I need him. God, do I need him.

Question: Which song begins by describing what happens at "nine o'clock on a Saturday" (when the regular crowd shuffles in)?
Answer: """Piano Man"" by Billy Joel"