Marzia and Felix: Part Sixteen

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(Felix's POV)
I couldn't stop thinking about the dream.
I thought about getting my luggage.
Getting of the plane.
Finally getting in the airport.
On the plane, I wrote a note of what I am going to say to Marzia and soon as we breech eye contact.
I run the note over and over in my mind, until I memorized them. I open the notes in my phone, and read down Marzia's address.
Sprint out of the airport and quickly call for a cab. A woman driver pulls up and says the street is about 30 minutes away.
I couldn't wait.
I say in the back, impatient and pissed off.
"Can you hurry?" I say.
"Sorry sir. This is as fast as I can go."
"Ugh..." I mumble.
I continue by looking at Instagram and Twitter and Facebook. I see a strange thing that make me feel guilty.
A new hashtag.
#whereispewds.
I cringe.
After 20 minutes, she pulls into a large neighborhood, houses that are almost identical are lined next to each other.
Then, she eases in front of a tan, two-story house.
"This is it."
I shiver and begin to sweat.
"Oh, hey, my ex sent me these flowers, that I obviously don't want, so take them." Mage open the glove compartment, and removed the note from it.
"T-Thanks." I glance at the lavender, flowing flowers, with a blue ribbon to keep them bonded.
I shut the door behind me.
My heart races.
My head throbs.
Sweat trickles down my foreheads.
The color drains from my face.
My fingers shake.
Will she accept me? Or will she hate me? Oh... I am so scared.
I step up the porch.
I ball my hand into a fist.
I brace myself.
I tap my knuckles loudly on the door.
I suddenly hear footsteps.
Here we go.
(Marzia's POV)
"Avrai! [I'll get it!]" I say, walking down the stairs.
I reach for the doorknob, and open the door.
My heart sinks.
I turn utterly shock.
Felix stands in the door, pale and holding lavender flowers.
"F-F-Felix... You came all this way..." He looks at me, eyes full of hope.
"Marzia... I love you. I'm sorry." He says.
"I-I-I... Please, leave." I say, a little stern.
His heart sinks.
He drops the flowers.
Tears swell in his eyes.
"Marzia! Please, I love -"
"Leave!" He reaches for me, but I move his arm away and slam the door shut.
I could hear him cry. His footsteps lead off the porch.
I fall to the floor, and cry so hard, that I lose my breath.
I don't know if I regret what I said, or if I really meant it.
(Felix's POV)
I run from her porch as fast as possible.
I quickly check into a hotel, and fall into depression, once again.
•••
That night, I order some ultra-spicy wings and a liter of Coke.
My plan was to eat all of them.
I change the channel to cartoons. I didn't really care.
Then I got a knock on my door.
Oh, finally, the guy with my order. I proceed to put on my shorts.
"Coming!" I turn the nob.
It's not the guy.
A girl with long, long hair flings herself at me, and pushes her lips against mine. I squeeze her, and lift up in the air. I push her against the wall, and she continues to push her lips to mine.
"I... Love you... I'm sorry..." She mumbles under my lips.
"I am too..."
My hands on her bare hips, her hands in my cheeks. I begin to fall over, so hold her and sit on the couch. She sits on my lap.
Just like our first kiss.
After a long while, we fell asleep on the couch.
Wrapped in blankets, her face is buried in my chest, my chin rested in her head.
I am so glad.
I am in love with Marzia.
And she loves me again.
Now, I feel completed.
I play the note I made for Marzia.

"Truthfully, I could talk about you all day and all night and I'd still have a million more things to say. But too many words become meaningless, so I'll just leave it at you're the most wonderful person I've ever met, and I can't imagine not having you in my life." I whisper.

•THE• •END•

Epilogue: Felix and Marzia grew incredibly joyous together, and Marzia's channel grew and grew and she started a whole army called the "Marzipans". Felix's channel grew also, and Felix treated Marzia like a princess, and Marzia treated him like a prince.
Everyone loved being part of the Bro and Marzipan army.
There is one question:
Are you part of the armies?
•••
Well, I guess this is it. I had so much writing this story. I hope you all enjoyed it!
I will be starting other stories soon!
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