Bedtime serenade

It was another quiet evening in Britain for the young youtuber. The skies were clear, stars shone brighter than the street lamps below them. He sighed heavily, the bags under his eyes adding an extra 20 pounds each, making him feel slower than usual. It hadn't always been like this for him though. Yes, he had always had trouble sleeping, but this exhaustion stemmed from recent events in his life. From his youtube channel to the recent departure of his girlfriend, sleep seemed almost impossible for him. Rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake up, he glanced at the clock at the bottom of his screen. 1 am. Lovely.

Pulling up his skype, the Brit smiled softly at who was currently online. Of course, almost all of his American friends were online, but one name in particular always caught his eye. Mark. Just looking at his name, he could see his friend before him, as clear as day. His fir body, his perfectly coiffed mane of raven hair, his sparkling orbs full of life, complimented by a smile as bright as the sun. With his heart skipping with childish glee, the Brit sent his friend a message, hoping to chat with him. Perhaps a friendly voice was what he needed to help with his sleep. He then got an idea, one that would potentially be awkward to ask, but at the same time, it could be the answer to his problem. 

Much to his elation, Mark answered almost immediately, the question of calling asked in an instant. Of course the Brit accepted, eager to hear and see his friend again, even if it was over skype. It had been so long since their last proper conversation, and even longer since they had met in person. As the generic ring of skype filled his bedroom, he instantly clicked on the button, Mark's face filling his screen, his smile taking up almost half alone.

"Hey Aaron! How have you been buddy?"

"I've been alright,  I suppose. Sleep's hard to come by, but then again, when hasn't it been?"

"Yeah... Hey Yami, if you don't mind me asking, are you not sleeping well because of... you know... her?"

"Kind of... It has been a bit lonelier here... Hey Mawk, could I ask for a favor?"

"Of course buddy! Ask away!"

"Now, I know this may seem a little stupid, but do you think that you could... that you could sing to me? I-I I've always liked your voice, and you sing really well.. And well, I, uh, I want to see if it could help me sleep, y'know..."

Yami looked away from the screen, his cheeks dusted rose, although it was difficult to tell with the lighting in his room, as the only light came from his computer screen. Mark stared at his friend, surprised at the request. The way Yami acted while asking the question made the youtuber's heart melt. Yami was acting as shy as a teenager asking a girl out for the first time.

"I would love to sing for you man. Just promise me something, alright?"

"Like what?"

"Take care of yourself, please. I don't want to see you fall apart, especially since I can't be there to help build you back up. I'll so my best from here, but don't ever give up, ok? And also, we need to see each other again! I miss you man.."

"I promise that I'll take care of myself Mawk.."

"Good. Now, do you have a request?"

"Surprise me."

"Ok. Now hop into bed, and I'll pull up a song. It may take a minute, I need to find the perfect song for you baby!" 

Yami blushed as he obeyed, turning the volume down to a decent level, so that the neighbors wouldn't complain. He then grabbed his pillows, moving them to the opposite end of the bed, so that he could lay closer the computer. Pulling the sheets onto himself, Yami laid on his stomach as he glanced at the screen, watching as Mark scrolled through what he assumed were either songs on youtube or song lyrics. 

Mark grinned as he stopped on a song, clearing his throat as he looked it over. He didn't know the words by heart, but it was such a well known song that it wouldn't be hard to keep up with it.

"You comfy buddy?"

Yami nodded, his face half buried in his pillow as he looked away from the screen. As much as he would have loved to watch Mark sing, there was no way to do that without being at an uncomfortable angle. Seeing that Yami was settled, Mark started up the song, which the Brit couldn't hear. He would only hear Mark's beautiful voice echoing in his small bedroom.

"Hey there Delilah