A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

My first date

*Marzia*

We smile endlessly at each other until the phone rings. Felix picks up the phone and starts talking in Swedish. I can never understand that language no matter how much I try. Sometimes, it sounds like he's swearing in English but actually normally speaking in Swedish. I am really happy that he finally revealed this to me, so I know what's going on with his life. He suddenly holds me tight and a big smile comes on his face while he's talking. Has his dad forgiven him? It is about 10 minutes until he disconnects the call. I look at him, my chin rested on my fist. He looks at me and a smile- the smile that won my heart takes over his face. Before he can open his mouth, I ask him:"your dad.....?" he grins even more and says: "my dad forgives me.....because; he received a letter in the mail". he holds me tighter and says........." let's go for a date".

*Felix*

I'm so happy right now I'm jumping for joy. Internally, of course. I really want to tell Marzia that we could live together if we want to, and things would be fine. But Marzia has to go to University. Would she even agree to us? I barely know her still!

We go home holding hands, and Marzia's mom welcomes us in. She raises her eyebrows once she sees the big grin on my face. Looking at her reminds me of my ever-forgiving parents. Marzia asks her mom something in Italian and both of them seem to fangirl. Her mom nods in approval. Marzia hugs her mother and playfully pushes me into the guest room and while closing the door, she says: "Change". 

I take a bath with hot water, and I pick my best clothes, which is: a white shirt, a bow-tie and a cream color vest. I like the bow-tie-vest combo. It makes me look very swell. And of course, my black trousers, in case you were wondering. I walk out of the room stylishly, expecting Marzia to look at me but instead, I see her elder brother, staring awkwardly at me. "You looking Hand....some." he complimented. "Thank you." I awkwardly blush. "Pewdie, get a hold over yourself bro!" I reproach. Davide calls me and says: "Sister. There." I thank him once again and go towards the room. I see a girl with long, brown, ombre hair. Her. She's wearing a small black dress which goes a little below the knee and right now she's straightening her hair. "Does it hurt?" I ask out of curiosity. Marzia quickly looks at me and slowly says: "ummm. Noooo....and why are you creepy?" 

"BECAUSEYOULOOKBEAUTIFUL." I blurt out. Well....today has been a pretty awkward evening for me so far, first being called handsome by Davide and blushing in front of him. I hope he doesn't think that I have a crush on him. That's the last thing I want right now. Marzia seems to embrace my awkwardness and a blush back at me and shyly replies:"thank you! You look pretty awesome too!" "Only 'pretty' awesome?" I tease. Pewds bada$$!!! I'm teasing my girlfriend! She giggles at me and says: "oh you!" 

.......Half an hour later, we find ourselves at this really beautiful (and expensive) hotel, with my wallet full of krona and euro. I'm going to pay the bill, right? I don't....really know! C'mon, Marzia's only a teenager. You're the adult. Pay the damn bill! We order the cheapest items in the restaurant, much to the dismay of the waiter, and we just stare at our thumbs. Marzia gets the courage to look at my face and speak. "What were you happy about today morning?" I offer my hand across the table and she looks both sides and puts hers too, very gracefully. 

"I am a partner of......"

 "Me?" Marzia jokes.

 "I am two-timing you........and YouTube!"

 I watch her face slowly turn from neutral to betrayal to utterly overjoyed. "Really! That's wonderful! So can you quit your job of being in a hot dog stall? "Yes I can! But not until next month." I need some money to visit you...again.

"No, Felix, I'll visit you next month." "Are you sure?" I look at her chocolate brown eyes. 

"Yes." she replies, very sure of herself.

After a heavy dinner and successfully paying the bill, we hear some slow music and see young couples like us getting ready to waltz. "Shall we dance?" "But I don't know...""we'll watch and learn." Finally, we make it out to the dance floor without embarrassing ourselves. One thing leads to another and we end up with Marzia's body close to mine, and her hands clasped on my shoulders. We look at each other in the eyes, and realize, we were made to be.