A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

Numbers.

*Marzia*

I feel really terrible for yelling at Felix. He really didn't deserve it. Why do i always scream when I'm in the heat of the moment? I feel really really guilty for all that. He just wanted me to be happy. Yes, he did wrong by not telling me, but he meant well! This is exactly what my parents used to do when i was a child. Maybe that's the reason i was so peeved when Felix did it. But they have different reasons for behaving that way. They used to argue about money in front of me when i was smaller. Sometimes the fights used to sound so bitter i would cover my ears and lie on the bed, shaking. Davide would run up to me and close the door behind him to drown away the noise. He would then cuddle up with me and talk to me softly to divert my attention away from the rambling and profanity. When my parents realized this was a thing and i was actually getting disturbed by this, they kept their fights behind closed doors and came out of them as a happy couple. This process continued and probably hasn't stopped, even now.

But Felix's case is different.

He's this person who wants to take matters into his own hands. not because he's selfish (He's definitely not selfish); but he feels like he's troubling others with his problems now realize the reason behind the blank stares towards the ceiling, the occasional sighs; the pauses that he makes while stroking my hair; the occasional exasperation that he called 'game raging'; i understood it all and i don't want him to feel that way. I decide to have a very mature conversation with Felix about money, and how we are going to plan our spending.

*Felix*

I sit at the foot of our bed, with my head buried in my hands. I really messed up big time, didn't i? I know what happens when people smile in serious situations. It means they don't want to talk about it. They smile to hide their hurt. I've lied to her and i deserved the yelling. I didn't want to bother her with any problem, but she wants to! This finally makes me realize what relationships are about. cuddling, kissing and reminding them about how much you love them is one part of it, the other is to stick with each other through thick and thin, confronting and solving problems along the way.

TOGETHER.

I feel a hand mess with my hair and i look up to see Marzia's innocent face look down at me. She sits down next to me and i see her carry a notepad and a pen.

"Marzia i-"

"Ssssshhhhhhh" she whispers, placing her index finger on my lips. I kiss it lightly and she smiles. She starts to write on the paper with her quirky yet beautiful handwriting.

[A/N: OKAY I'm no Swede so I'm not gonna write any numbers in SEK. Also, I hate math. Assume they're broke AF. Cool? Cool. Bye]

"Income this month:" she mumbles while writing, making me grin. Marzia gives me a weird look and prompts me to say the amount. I look at her in embarrassment and she looks me in the eye again. Damn. Something about that woman makes me lose control. I blurt out the amount and Marzia writes it down without reacting. She basically shred down my worst fear- of people commenting on my income. I smile to myself and got a minor confidence boost. I watch Marzia think about something. "When is the next paycheck going to come?" It is my turn to look at the ceiling and think. "By the end of this month. So that has to be in a few weeks?" I babble. Marzia looks at me reassuringly. "It will come. Don't worry." she strokes my back softly. She writes another sub heading.

"Expenditures:"

"Savings:"

I tell her the savings amount. She looks at me, impressed. "Wow, that's a pretty good amount for starters!" i smile in appreciation to her compliment. She places the notepad on the bedside table. "Every time we buy something, we note it down. So we both know where we're going with our payments. Cool?"

I smirk at her and give her a hug.

"Cool."