A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

Let's talk About Money.

*Felix*

I carry the bag with one hand and hold Marzia's hand in the other as i let us inside the house. I take a look at Marzia, and tuck a tuft of hair behind her ear. She smiles sweetly at me and i smile back. "So...do you want to start recording today?" I ask her, just to stir up a conversation. "Yeah!" she replies excitedly. "Is your laptop fully charged?" i inquire; and she shrugs in reply. "It doesn't really matter, you know I could just plug it in and record at the same time!" she chirps and switches on the tube light in my head. She holds my hand tightly and interlocks her fingers with mine. She swings our arms lightly as she hums an indescribable tune. I just realize something that makes me literally stop in my tracks.

"Felix?" Marzia enquires, with her face full of concern. I stammer something unintelligible and she gives me a death stare. I'm digging a grave for myself, am I?

"Felix, i thought relationships involved us being honest with each other?" she whispers soothingly, looking me in the eye. I really can't lie to that face, can i?

"Marzia, we have to pay rent for the house." I confess shakily.

"And?" she urges.

"I don't know whether we can afford to buy vegetables for the next week."

Marzia looks at me, trying to contain her evident shock.

"Is it that bad?" she confirms as i sadly nod my head and brace myself for the next sentence.

"Why didn't you tell me so?" She raises her voice slightly and i try not to wince.

"I don't know, Marzia." i managed to mouth while i looked down, not daring to look at her angry, disappointed face.

"I knew it, Felix. I knew you were hiding something from me."

"Marzia...I'm-"

"Let me finish. I can't believe I've been lied to about this. I'm not a child, Felix. I can handle this too. If you told me, i would've not even considered buying stuff for the video! What do you think a relationship is? Why do think there are two people in one? I can handle this too. I would've helped. Why do you have to hide this from me?" she screams at the me, while i gain a sudden curiosity in the gaps between the floor tiles force me to look at her face, and it softens. She grips my arm with her hand and strokes it lightly.

"I'm sorry." she apologizes.

"No, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you happy. I wish you knew how precious your smile is to me. It makes my whole day. But it came at the cost of mine. I felt guilty for lying to you everyday about the money and what stuff we can or cannot buy. I really don't like to lie so this was really painful for me to do. And now look at both of us. You're angry with me. I just....am so sorry for messing this whole thing up. You know what? I'll figure something out-" I cajole while Marzia interrupts me.

"This is where i have a problem, you control freak." she chides as I bite my lower lip assiduously.

"Say it after me. W-E. WE. Like the word Oui in French." she jests.

I giggle and repeat the darned word.

"That's what i want to hear. Now give it to me in a sentence."

"I hate it when we argue." I suggest, rolling my eyes.

Marzia stood with her hands on her hips and gave me a skeptical look.

"You know what I'm looking for, Felix."

I sigh, and smile at Marzia.

"We'll figure something out."

I see the smile reappear on Marzia's face, and the playfulness return to her eyes.\

"Not very hard to say, was it?" she gurgles, punching my stomach playfully.

"Not at all!" i resound.