[A/N: Umm...I drew that.]
*Marzia*I pick up the phone, hands shaking. I fumble for Felix's number, several thoughts running in my head. something is holding me back from being happy, the pangs of doubt. I hear the familiar voice that sends shivers down my spine.
'Hello Marzia!' he coos.
I blush and wish him back. he must be in a casual mood..
'Marzia, we need to talk.'
OH GOSH HERE IT GOES
'Remember the deal? that I shall ask about the house and you ask them about moving in?'
'Yeah...?' I trail off.
'Shall I go first?' Felix offers.
'Umm...sure.'
'My parents said yes.'
WAIT WHAT?!!!
I scream and jump around in happiness, not caring about the family that's watching me.
'FELIX HOW???'
'First, i would like to say that I love seeing you when you're happy and childlike. Marzia, god, it came like a surprise for me too! The idea was proposed by my parents even before I mentioned it to them! They want you here because they like you and they see that you make me happy, and...in love.'
'Now...your turn.'
I bite my lip, nervous. I was pretty hesitant on the whole thing now. but my parents allowed me to go, so what's the problem?
An idea strikes me, and I make a quick mental note of it.
'Um yeah...Felix?'
'My parents said yes. I can come along and stay with you.'
*Felix*
I heave a sigh of relief. I just don't have it in me to jump around like a little girl. I get my ass off the computer chair and drop on my bed.
'Marzia I'm so glad this is happening! Aren't you excited?' I exclaim.
I hear a sigh on the other end of the line, and I hear a quaky, excited voice say
'Yes Felix, I'm excited too.'
[A/N: That's another chapter! I changed my cover again! can anyone recommend any good software to make these? I used the wattpad covers app and the quality of the resultant pic looks pretty awful. *BrofistBye*]
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