*Felix*
We finally arrive in Sweden and get off the airplane. Marzia is really tired and she leans on me while we walk off. We call a taxi and she sleeps on my lap. We finally reach home when my phone rings.
Carley
I stand frozen, while Marzia looks at my phone. I am just unable to move and Marzia understands why.
"Have you called her before?"
"Never."
"I just think you should ignore it."
I choose to do the same. Never have i ever been so scared of a girl, but she's the one who threw a fucking champagne bottle on my head for crying out loud. I hear the text message notification on my phone.
"I saw that girl you dumped me for."
"It's okay, I'm totally over it."
"Or am i?"
This text sends shivers up my spine. I can't imagine anyone hurting Marzia.
"I'm coming to take her out. You belong to ME."
BUT OUR RELATIONSHIP WASNT EVEN STABLE. WE WERE ON A BREAK WHEN I BROKE UP WITH HER.
I walk lifelessly to the bedroom and bury my head in my hands. I start panicking, and fidget with the sheets. Marzia comes and tries to read the messages while i move the phone away from her.
"Don't. Believe me. They are really scary. She wants me to be hers. That bit-"
"Felix no. when you're calling a woman that, you're insulting them-"
"Sorry..." I interrupt.
"Let me complete."
I shrug.
"But if you call Carley that, you're insulting animals."
I laugh of nervousness, as she rubs my back and pecks my cheek. c'mon. Let me get us something to drink. She goes to the kitchen, when the doorbell rings.
Both of us freeze in our places, when i tell Marzia to stay quiet in the kitchen. I try to look as intimidating as possible, given my skinny, sun burnt body, and i open the door.
I see Fanny. I pull her in and quickly shut the door.
"What's the matter?" she asks as i prod her to the couch. I call for Marzia as i explain the whole situation to Fanny.
I see Marzia quiver in fear and Fanny tells her to sit next to her and she gives her a cuddle. "Will it be better if i stay the night? I'll sleep on the couch. "She offers.
I smile at her approvingly and sigh of relief. She gives me a hug and kisses me on the forehead. "Anything for my little brother."
This must be hard for her, considering both of them were best friends.
A few hours later, we are in the middle of watching some of my amnesia playthroughs and we get stitches from laughing so hard, we just forget our troubles. The doorbell rings once again and Marzia absentmindedly goes to get it. A second later, we hear a loud screech and i see what i never imagined would see
My ex girlfriend twisting my girlfriend's arm.
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A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.
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