A Suitcase: A PewDiePie and Marzia love story.

Embarass Yourself Challenge.

*Felix*

Marzia holds a glass of water in her hand; half filled. "No Felix...the video is really baaaad... do you really think I could be a youtubers?" She asks me and cringes. I look at her and smile. "Come on...let me see the video." I beckon and she shakes her head, her cheeks pinkish. She's like a difficult child, sometimes. "Look Marzia. I'm pretty honest with eve-" Marzia gives me a glare and I gulp. "Okay... many things, admit that. If the video's not good, I'll help you record a new one. Fine? Now c'mon."
I grab her hands and attempt to tug her towards our room. She interlocks her stocking-ed leg with the   table's and gives me an evil look. She's basically a stubborn kid. I decide to treat her like one. "Okay then I'll watch all by myself and you.... you just watch my new video." I talk like *the* grown-up and Marzia gives me a bewildered stare. I walk to our room in triumph,  leaving Marzia as is . Before I sit on the bed, I yell "LEAVE A LIKE AND SUBSCRIBE TO MY CHANNEL" I hear hysterical laughter and smile to myself. I watch the whole video, uncut, without skipping a single thing. I stared at the luminescent screen that displayed my beautiful girlfriend. She looked extremely shy and reserved, and kept her fingers interlocked most of the time. I chuckle to myself every time she says 'Poppets'. I trace the rim of the laptop body lightly with my pointer as I watch Marzia neatly draw the puppet on the cloth and cut it out. I watch every movement of her hands, the way they tenderly hold the needle and the way she sews the prices together. I laugh when she realises that she forgot to mention that cotton was included in the...Recipe? When the recording ended (or at least when she thought it did) she let out a squeal and her eyes widened dramatically when she fumbled for the stop recording button on the laptop. I fall on the bed laughing, not able to breathe. Fortunately I don't think I was too loud, because I don't see Marzia coming to check on me.I sit back up and get to editing the video.
"Keep it girly, keep it girly" I mutter to myself. I open the video editor and add all the girliest video effects I can find. I find the best images for when she talks about the ingredients? ( I guess I'm hungry) and I add transitions to every scene to make it more flashy. I cut out the parts where she's doing absolutely nothing but staring at the camera with her mouth open; which is basically most of the video. I added the outro and BAM! This is how you shorten twenty minutes to four. All I need Marzia to do is to voiceover, but before that, show her how good the video is. I get an a ha moment and add the fumbling part as a blooper at the end of the video. I grin to myself and I walk towards the living room. No one is to be seen, except a lounging Maya, who has taken up most of the space on our two seater sofa. I remember she must be in the gaming room and I go there. Marzia looks at me and grimaces, making me laugh. "Your video is ready. Go watch it!" I beckon and hold her hand. Her hand holds mine tighter and she starts squeezing it. I yelp and she pats it softly and kisses it. I give her a weird look and drag her to our room. She watches the entire video in awe and she looks at me in shock when she realises I added her fumbling as a blooper. She starts hitting me feebly and I pretend to be hurt to inflate her ego. "I dare you to embarrass yourself in public." She accosts, hands on her hips and lips in a pout. I shrug and snatch her laptop to check my email. A chill creeps up my spine as I see a mail from dreamhack. They want me to put up a seminar of what I do, and I have to keep the audience engaged.
Hold on.
I have to keep the audience engaged.
Oh....the impending cringe.
I shut the laptop dramatically and fling it (gently...otherwise Marzia will kill me) across the bed and look at her.
"Dare...accepted."