I sit in "my room" digging through my backpack. Making sure I have all my things. Then, I hear a knock on my door. Praying it's not Jorden, I grab my knife that was in my backpack, and yell "COME IN!"
The door opens and it's just Felix. When he sees me with a knife, he jolts and mumbles something in Sweden but I didn't quite catch it.
"oh. It's you. I thought you were..never mind."
"I just came to say that I'm sorry that I was mad about you coming. We moved to this house because our fans would recognize our old house and would stalk us, or knock on our door. I just thought that you were a fan or something."
"I understand that you thought I was one of your crazy fans. Just like I thought you were...someone."
"Okay. Well, I also wanted to say that diner is ready."
"Okay. Thanks." I say. I haven't had a big diner in a while. I've been eating food people give me and buy mc Donald's burgers lately. I wonder what they'll have.
I walk out into the dinning room feeling awkward. Marzia brings a plate to the table and sits down. I walk to the table and sit. Seeing what looked like amazing cooked chicken. Not the fake chicken from Mickey D's. I grab my fork and take a bite.
"Oh My Gosh! This is amazing!" I say taking bigger bites.
"Thank you! It's my special dish!" Marzia said take a bite of her meal.
"So....Felix said you guys have fans? What are you? Marzia looks like she can be a model."
"We're on YouTube." Felix says not moving his eyes from his plate.
"That's it?" I said confused.
"Yup! People go crazy!" Marzia said with her nice and soft voice.
Finishing our meal. I leave the table saying Thank you.
"Wait!" I hear coming from Marzia."What?"
"Don't you want dessert?"
"Uhh."
"Don't worry! It's Ice cream!"
"No thanks. May I sleep?"
"Of course! You know where your bed is." Said Marzia showing me to my room. These people are super nice in all, but I wouldn't want them in danger because of me.
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Not Your Battle [PewDiePie FanFiction]
FanfictionRunning. Running is all i do. In the woods. Between houses. On the beach. Near fires. I run. Not away from family. Not away from crazy boyfriends. Away from something that should never happen to a kid. Or a teen. Or anybody. My name is Jollie. And a...