Not Your Problem (PewDiePie) book 2 - Sequel to Not Your Battle (Pewdiepie)

Ch. 12 - All Your Fault

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Third Person POV.

Things weren't going so well for Felix.
Things weren't going so well for anybody.

Marzia died.

It was like boom.
His love was gone.

The police was called; hearing of gunshots.

They were spoken to about things.
The man was caught and maybe sentenced to death.

Ryan, Felix, and Jollie decided to go and leave Dan and Phil to the police men.

They know who their looking for now.

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*Car ride*

As Ryan drives around, leaving Dan and Phil's place, the car is silent until Ryan breaks it.

"Hey man, if it makes you feel any better, I'm taking you to the U.S. I'm paying for the both of you and I'll meet you guys there."

Silence.

"We can get a hotel though. Like, right now." Ryan says, trying to be polite.
"I can drop you two off and get you in the morning. You know?"

Felix nods.

"Hey, you know what? Maybe it's for the better. She couldn't handle this shit happening anyways. She's-" Ryan was cut off by Felix's voice; slightly cracking.

"She's delicate."

Jollie doesn't speak.

She knows how sad Felix is.
He was planning on cheating on her too, breaking up with her; all for Jollie.

Jollie is loved.

But Felix doesn't mind this no longer.

He doesn't care.

He wants his love back.

But he can't.
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*hotel*

Ryan left to get his own room and he left Felix and Jollie $500. Just incase something happens.

As Felix sits on the bed, Jollie decides to shower.

Felix's facial expression? Blank.

He's not crying.
He's not mad.
He's for sure sad.
Depressed.
Definitely sad.

But... his love is gone.

The Internet? In career? All that doesn't matter anymore.

It's been forever since he's been on his phone.
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Jollie's out of the shower, Felix in the same spot as he was left.

She sits next to him and leans her head in his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." She whimpers.

"Don't be." His voice cracks.

"I know you miss her."

...

"I love you, Felix."

"Not the way I love you." Felix replied.

"You know, Ryan's right. Maybe she died for the best." Jollie shrugged.

"Don't ever fucking say that ever again." Felix snaps quietly.

"Felix, you have to get over it soon." Jollie says, a bit rude.

He scoffs. "Get over it?" He stands up and looks down at Jollie sitting. "Get over it?! She died today! It all happened today! And you want me to get the fuck over it?!" He yelled.
"You know what, I loved her! She was my best friend! My girlfriend! I wanted to marry her! She was going to become my wife! But you had to come and ruin it!"
Jollie was angry. She was pissed. She stood up from the bed and looked up at Felix.

"You know this was NOT my fault!"

"Don't turn this on me!" Felix yelled.

"On you? Oh, you're worried about this being on you? I warned you! I let you know how my life works! And you said yes! We're a team! We care! I love you! Well guess what? I. WAS. RIGHT. SO FUCK YOU! You know DAMN well that you BOTH could have said no and let me go!"

"Jesus, fucking, Christ, Jollie! I said no! I didn't give a single FUCK what happens to you! You're a woman who can handle things on her own! Marzia was the nice one who was excited to have a new friend."

"Well that's not my fault, sorry, Felix!" She yelled back.

This was all just a yelling session.

"Jollie," Felix starts. "I loved her. I loved you. I told her how things will be, I told you how things will be. I let you both, fucking, know how life is going to work."

"Oh please, Felix, I told you both that you can die. I warned you. I TOLD you."

Felix turns around and throws his hands into his hair, frustrated.

"Go fuck yourself." He snapped at Jollie.

"Gladly." She said as she starts to walk away, out the door.

Felix sighs and goes to the hotel phone in the room and dials a number;

"Hi, can I get some alcohol? Vodka or something? Uhh, four. Yeah, each. Thanks."