*HIGHEST RANK #203 IN TEEN FICTION*
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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...
*Felix* I whip out a sheet of ruled paper and pick out a pencil from the mess of wires behind my computer monitor.
"Okay CutiePie, what do you need to make videos?" Marzia makes a funny face at me and clears her throat. "A YouTube account." She shoots back and I slap my face with my left hand, and wince in pain as I nearly break my nose. "A camera." She looks at me. I look at my tiny digital camera that stands atop a stack of my dilapidated economics textbooks and hand it to her. She refuses and hands it back to me and it turns into a game of hot potato. She finally concludes she's going to use the laptop to record and edit her videos. I shrug in defeat and she smiles in glee. "What do you want to make for your first video?" I ask her. "Poppets." She replies and I don't get it. "Spell it?" "P-O-P-P-E-T-S" she enunciates. "What's that?" I ask, exasperated. "You know that thing that goes sing ding ding HAHAHA" she squeaks, while opening and closing her hands. I laugh so hard I get stitches on my sides, and fall on the floor. "What? Did you get what poppet means?" She asks. I lie on the floor looking at the ceiling and it finally hits me. "OOOOOHHHHH PUPPETS! You put them on your hands or whatever." I yell and Marzia squeezes me for finally realising what she just said. "I'm going to make cute poppets!" She squeals as she claps her hands. "Everything you touch becomes cute." I joke, rolling your eyes. Marzia grabs my cheeks and screams "CUUUUTE" and withdraws to her throne, erupting into little giggles.
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Maya runs up to us and I place her on her lap. "So I guess we have to buy some cloth for that, right?" I enquire and she nods. "And buttons." She adds. "And needle. And thread. And EVERYTHING" she screeches as I move my chair an inch away from her. I get an 'aha' moment and clear my throat more than I should. "How about you go to the nee--nothing lets go get some!!!" Why do I keep forgetting that Marzia is new here? I am so stupid. She quickly changes and we step out of the door into pitch darkness. "Never mind" I drag her back in and lock the door. I even forgot we took a nap. "I should actually go and make dinner." She goes to the kitchen and I hear the customary opening and closing of cupboards and the clunking of utensils while I crack my knuckles. I switch on Marzia's laptop; set up iMovie; and test her camera and speed. I hear Marzia walking into the room. I hide her laptop behind me and give her the silliest grin. She grabs her apron and smacks me with it as she walks her way out like a diva. I laugh like a hyena as I flip her laptop in front of me. I download an animation software to make her outro. Using my super MLG skills, I draw Maya and colour her out on the screen using my Photoshop expertise. When I'm pleased with it, I make her wave and type "thanks for watching" below. I make sure the background is girly and pink and I just wait for Marzia to come so that she can give a voiceover. She enters the room and sits next to me on the floor. She leans her head on my shoulder and looks at the screen. She gasps and I ask her. "Do you like it?" I ask nervously. "I love it!!!" She replies and kisses me on the cheek. I ask her to give it a voiceover and she squeals. "What do I have to say?" She asks me, her brown eyes wide open. "Thanks for watching!" I say in a sing song manner. She repeats it and it sounds utterly adorable. I press the recording button and she says it again. And we finally made the outro. together.
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(mostly me)
[A/N: I'm sorry I couldn't update sooner. I was really active on Twitter because of the Manchester attacks. I was spreading the word about the helpline and lost and found and all that. I felt really bad about the blast yesterday. Sometimes it feels like nowhere is a safe place to be. Like concerts with teenagers and little kids? This is an act of horror. I can't even imagine the trauma the fans, Ariana and her team and many others have gone through, just for a night of music. And Ariana has to live with the fact that many of her fans have died in her own concert, and I'm finding it heartbreaking that she's blaming it on herself. I hope she takes a break, for as long as she likes, and I won't mind if she cancels her tour. I hope things become better in this world and we stop hating on people. ]
