Marzia's POV:
I wake up the next morning and immediately open my laptop to check the PewDiePie channel. I see whether he has uploaded any new videos. When I see that he hasn't, I wonder why. My mom calls me and tells me to wake him up. When I ask her how I should; she reminds me that he is in the guest room. I laugh for the first time I feel, in years. I sprint to the guest room, and enter. I tiptoe towards him, because he's....sleeping?
I lie down next to him, and slowly wrap my arms around him. He puts his warm, hands above mine and we both cuddle for what seems like an eternity. Then I slowly let myself fall asleep with him. Our first nap together. How about that? Until, my mom pours a glass of water over both of us, making us scream. And jolt us awake. "Both of you should go out for a while. Marzia, why don't you show him around Italy?" I agree enthusiastically. She looked down, as if in thought and second consideration, and said, " I'm sorry, Felix.'' Felix looks at me, as if he wants me to translate and I smile lightly and tell him that she is apologizing to him. He smiles gratefully and pardons her. I just know that he's a really good person on the inside. I just know it. A few hours of getting ready pass by, and we both are ready to go out. We go to the local candy shop, because....who doesn't like candy? I remember in one of his episodes he said that he's really bad at putting disgusting stuff in his mouth. So I decided I'll challenge him to eat spicy candy and I'd also videotape it! I have a feeling it's going to be really fun!
I enjoy his cringes and pants for breath. He begs me to allow him to spit it out and I obviously refuse. He spits it out anyway, and buys a Sponge-bob balloon and gives it to me. I look at him confused, while he asks me for the way home.
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A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.
Фанфик*HIGHEST RANK #203 IN TEEN FICTION* *** 18 year old Marzia Bisognin decides to move in with her boyfriend she met on the internet, but there is one thing that holds them back from trusting each other a hundred percent. A small, black suitcase...