I take out my laptop and sit on Marzia's purple bed. Marzia sits next to me and looks at whatever I am doing. To make her laugh, I look for duck videos on YouTube. She smacks my knee and gives me a weird look. I then open the webcam and tell her we are recording a video.
She clears her throat and speaks in a deeper voice which brings a weight in my chest. I look at her, not knowing what to reply. She giggles nervously while I start. We both come close together while Marzia starts my intro.
"How's it going bros? My name is PewDiePie" she speaks in her sweet voice. I look at her in mock terror and say "what are you doing", making her laugh.
"So merry Christmas bros! You bros were begging me to feature her in a video and now here she is! I won't be uploading many videos for now but we'll be back." I turn my chin up to the camera, making a silly face.
"You're beautiful." I tell Marzia softly, while I hold her waist. She plays with me, making monster noises while gripping my hand and swinging it here and there. We both end the video by brofisting the camera together for the second time.
We look at each other, eye to eyes, not knowing what to do next.
Marzia's mother walks into the room with another girl, who looks Marzia's age. We both immediately recognise her and pull her in for a hug.
"Hello Daizo..." Marzia cooed.
"Thank you Daizo." I said randomly.
"I should actually try to get a match making job, I'm really good at this." She exclaims. Marzia finally opens her mouth to speak.
"This is the best Christmas I've ever had."
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A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.
Fanfiction*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...
