A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

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*Felix*

I unzip her chiffon dress and i see her bare back and her dark blue br-- nopenopenope....i immediately put on her top and gently guide her arm through the sleeve. I shouldn't be thinking about this when she's hurt. That's just wrong.

"No Felix, not now, she's eighteen. She needs some time. It's too much on her. You'll know when she's ready. Now eyes off."

My conscience pricks me and I listen to it and avert my eyes. I can feel Marzia's eyes on me as I walk away from the room. I stuff my purse and phone into my pocket while Marzia walks outside and looks at me worriedly. I smile at her and offer my hand to hold. She holds it and smiles. "Sorry." she says, looking down. "No, I'm sorry. You're still a little girl and I shouldn't be looking at you like that." she smiles back and smiles in relief.

She gives me a hug and looks me in the eyes affectionately. She dumps her phone in her purse and i offer my elbow to hold. She grips it with her hand and squeezes it lightly. We walk out of the apartment and i kick the door from behind and hear it auto-lock.

We strut to the elevator and i look at her endearingly as i notice she's wearing makeup. She has some eyeliner on, and she's wearing some light coloured lipstick. I feel like kissing her then and there to kill the time but she decides to grip my collar and pins me to the wall of the elevator and she plants her lips on mine. I taste a bit of cherry from her lipstick as i hold her in place with my hand.

We part as the elevator opens and a bewildered old man stands outside, shaking his head in disdain. We both shuffle outside and wait for the man to shoot up. We both laugh silently, Marzia almost falling to the floor. I wipe off the lipstick from my lips with my thumb as Marzia looks at me with a smile. "That was the most daring thing I've ever done!" she exclaims gleefully. "Oh really? Then let my parents tell you the stories while we have dinner!" i taunt as she covers her mouth to hide her very evident smile. We decide to walk there as the phone rings. I pick it up and assure my mother that we are on our way in English. Marzia smiles at me and we walk faster. She rubs her hands against each other and i give her my jacket to wear. She holds my hand tightly, hoping to derive warmth from my fingers. It is already pitch dark, which is one of the main reasons why i hate winter in Sweden. It's nighttime by three in the evening. The ornate Christmas lights and streetlights guide us on our way as we come to the familiar looking residence. "Good to be back!" she exclaims as i knock four times on the door. I hear frantic footsteps which definitely belong to my mom. She opens the door and welcomes us, panting. I hug her and bury my head her neck, what i used to do as a child. She rustles my hair and kisses me on the forehead. We part and hug Marzia and rubs her back. She frowns lightly at the cast and lifts it with her hand. He kisses it, much to Marzia's hesitant surprise. She smiles at me again, as i shrug, smiling. "I am so proud of you." she smiles at me. "We all are." Marzia adds as i grin at her. "Oh well, come in and sit by the fire!" she leads us in i smell the pleasant smell of burning wood and nostalgia comes to mind. I remember me and my sister fighting over who's going to get more marshmallows in their hot chocolate. We never used to fight at the end of the year. We used to sit by the fire and stare at the orange and yellow flames and watch our parents as they fed it with logs of wood. I used to grab my guitar and sing all kinds of hits from oasis and green day, mostly oasis. I try not to cry at the sudden rush of memories as i cover my mouth and bite my lip. "Fanny?" I call. She rushes down the steps swiftly and screams. She jumps on me and i hug her tight, "Taking care of your princess?" I nod gleefully. Fanny gives Marzia a hug and compliments her. Mom starts laughing raucously as wee stare at her. "KappAhl!" she laughs. We all join in. "I knew you bought something when i found a new amount on my bills belonging to 'Kjellberg' while i blush. My dad makes an appearance and frowns at Marzia's cast. He shakes her hand and gives it a customary kiss. She smiles and blushes. We all swarm and sit at the dining table. There is an array of the dishes that i love, along with some wine. We all hold our flutes and close our eyes. Dad opens his mouth to speak and clears his throat.

"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day."

We clink our glasses while Marzia stares at the glass and sips at the drink. She puckers, making me giggle. "You haven't tasted wine before?" she shakes her head vigorously. "It's okay then, don't." she smiles at me and munches on her food. She must have been so hungry because she took three helpings, much to my mother's delight. "I love it!" she exclaims, covering her mouth. Mum smiles and soon after a silent dinner, we are done eating, i politely take everyone's plates and place them in the sink. We all sit by the fireplace, while my parents sit together being lovebirds and stuff. She cups dad's face in her hand while dad looks at her affectionately. I wrap my arm around Marzia's waist as she sits on my lap. Fanny just plays with Ynk and dramatically sighs. I smile at her and tell her to come sit next to me. She carries Ynk along and sits next to me. I put my arm around her, while she smiles. We listen to some Swedish music, while Marzia nods her head to. We glance at the clock and watch the minute hand crawl closer to the ornately written XII on the wall clock. We stand up, and my parents hold hand, while i hold fanny in one arm so that she doesn't feel lonely, and i pull Marzia with the other. We hear the distant countdown and as soon as we hear 'one' i look into Marzia's eyes and i can't believe for myself that i have the dream girlfriend right in front of me. I kiss her softly, Marzia wrapping her arm around me. We slowly part from our kiss, while fanny becomes emotional. "And I'm the one who's single." she whines in Swedish. "It's okay, wait. There is definitely someone deserving of your love out there. "I kiss her forehead lightly, the sensation of Marzia's lips not gone. this was an amazing end to the year and i couldn't have asked for anything else.

Gott Nytt Ar.