Hey again! Happy (very) belated New Year, everyone! I really hope you had a great time (it's too late bruh) and thanks so much for reviewing~ It made me so happy. I mean, really, whenever I get a review I'm just like "OMG" and do this little squeal. So, like the previous chapter, this one will be half Pewdie's world and half Marzia's. Another night of insomnia…! Which I'm pretty sure is what he's going through right now in this fic. Here it is! ;D
Felix knew that he couldn't just sit there relaxing, wondering about Marzia. He had to find out. All because he loved her. After all the memories they'd created, all the time they'd spent together, and the feeling of genuine affection and love -knowing the feeling of loving and being loved by someone deeply- made him realize that she wasn't just another person in his life. They were meant to be. His heart belonged to her and only her.
He stole hers as well. Even though she was annoying at times, she gave him the wonderful experience of true love. But she was gone. She was gone and it was all his fault. It was his fault for getting annoyed at her so easily. His fault for thinking that she was terrible. His fault for making that wish. He'd never wanted a time machine more than he did then.
He put away his laptop and paid for his food, and drove his car back home. As soon as he set foot on the doorstep, he turned his laptop back on and tried to research about Francesca and Marzia. There were just so many of them, and the signal was awful, and it felt as if fate were being so cruel to tear them apart. He grabbed his phone and browsed through his photos. He wanted to look at a picture of her. Or a video. But of course, he couldn't find any. After all, they hadn't even met. Still, he hoped for it and searched for messages from her, or calls, despite its futility. He just wanted to see her and could practically hear her musical laughter echoing through his ears and no matter where he looked, he kept on seeing her and her smile.
He was exhausted. His eyes were red and he needed rest desperately. He picked up his laptop from the coffee table and placed it somewhere in his room, then threw off the army pants he was wearing, and soon he was stripped to his boxers and undershirt. Felix curled up in his couch, his heart and mind racing. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and neck, and in a matter of seconds, he was almost drenched. I'm over-thinking, he thought. But shouldn't I be, for the girl who is my girlfriend in some parallel universe? I don't even have a fucking idea. Wish it was all just some shitty dream… He wondered about it and tried to come up with a plan, until he eventually drifted off to a deep sleep.
And he dreamed about him and Marzia owning a simple house in Italy, with ruby red and deep pink bougainvillea sprawled across the simple wooden gate. They cycled on a red bike to a beautiful field. It was like a world of different shades of green and white. They were having a picnic, and they had a short talk. His brain had made up a little script.
Marzia: "It's such a beautiful day."
Felix: "It sure is, especially with these peanut butter-free sandwiches. And no Maya to run away from us, so we don't have to chase anything down."
Marzia: "Puga-chan!"
They both cracked up. Then Marzia crammed the last of her sandwich into her mouth and yelled as clearly as she could with her full mouth.
Marzia: "Why don't you chase me down!"
And she took off. Felix followed right behind her, panting and laughing.
Marzia: "Come and catch me if you can!"
And just as Felix was about to curl his arms around her torso, he was tossed back into reality. He grunted and struggled to even get off the couch. He had a throbbing headache and so badly wanted to lie back down, but then pieces of the dream starting coming back to him. The house in Italy, the picnic, the chase… He gasped. Of course. Of course! "Come and catch me if you can!"
Come and catch her! Why the heck did he not think of that before?! He was so furious at himself as he changed out of his shirt and boxers and slipped on a pair of jeans. But this was definitely no time to be scolding himself.
Not for Marzia's disappearance, not for the pile of smelly clothes lying in a heap on the ground, not for the stack dirty, unwashed dishes by the sink, not for anything. I'll have to cooperate with whoever's gonna be with me, which is probably just me, he thought, adding some dirty T-shirts into the already stuffed suitcase. Still. He hurriedly switched his laptop on for the third time of the day and booked a hotel and everything he needed. He'd have to pull himself together if he was to take a plane to Italy.
Marzia headed to her next class, clutching her binder, notebook and pen. "Hey, wait up! You free on Saturday?" A guy with a built frame went up to her, basketball in hand. She'd recognize that voice anywhere. "Delano," He was her best guy friend, whom she liked to hang out with if she'd finished her homework and her girlfriends were still out shopping, and also her first friend who came from France. He loved horror movies too, so that was a huge plus. "I thought you were one of those guys." By those guys, she meant those flirty boys who asked her out on a daily basis. "I'd be surprised if you didn't," he chuckled. She smiled and said, "And no, I'm not free this Saturday, the girls and I have decided to have a sleepover then," Delano gasped in mock horror. "Oh, Marzia, how could you? Next week, then?" He switched back to his normal self. "Wasn't that a spot-on impression of those guys who follow you like lovesick puppies?"
Marzia laughed. "Quite. I have to go now," she checked her watch and smiled at him. "Bye." She ran to the classroom, and she could hear Mr. Vardon lecturing. She peeked through the glass on the wooden door, and when his back was turned and he drained the rest of his coffee, Marzia managed to open the door without a rustle and sped towards the row where Siena was waiting, panicking for Marzia. When she sat down, Siena snickered. "I'm seeing a whole new side of Ms. Goody Two-Shoes. You should be a part-time spy, other than being Ms. Goody Two-Shoes." Marzia rolled her eyes. "For the billionth time, I'm not Ms. Goody Two Shoes, Siena. But yeah, I'm pretty sure I'd make an awesome spy," She winked.
Siena started playing a game on her phone, and apparently forgot to use silent mode in her intensity. "As you're busy with your phone, Miss Abbatelli, I'm sure you can tell me who painted the Mona Lisa?" Siena looked up, not putting her phone down. "I don't know… Perhaps Leona Di Capra? Or is it Leonita De Capo? Oh, oh, oh, I know! Leonardo Di Caprio! Yessssss!" She fist-pumped. Marzia admired her for many things, and one of them was that she was gutsiest person she'd ever met. If Marzia had been asked that ridiculously easy question, she would've given a small sigh and answered it properly, not look like a fool and pretend to try to remember the obvious answer to it. Mr. Vardon's face turned beet red. Marzia raised her hand. "Mr. Vardon, who painted The Scream?"
He immediately calmed down at her voice and question. In fact, she seemed to put a lot of frustrated at ease. "The amazing work of art was done by Edvard Munch. He was an incredible artist!" He rambled on about Munch and The Scream, and insisted that they take notes. Most of them grumbled, but they didn't really blame Marzia. They were supposed to do something even more boring and tiring. While she scribbled away on her notebook, she noticed that Siena was just recording his lecture on her phone. "You're really not scared? You know this guy can make you stay in here if he wants to." Siena smirked. "He can keep me here as long as he wants. Doesn't bother me. But I guess I should keep a good girl persona if I wanna make arrangements for the sleepover."
"You should," Just then, the blond boy they'd seen the other day passed by. Siena fumbled with her braid, trying to push away the loose strands of hair from her face. He asked Mr. Vardon for a hall pass. "Damn, did I take too long to fix my hair that he didn't see my face?" Marzia smiled. "Your hair looks fine, and so does your face. I wish you'd teach me how to pull off bright makeup without looking like a clown."
"I'll show you during the sleepover."
"And why do you keep noticing guys when you have a boyfriend?"
"Comes naturally. And besides, even if I do flirt, I still stay loyal to him." That was another reason why Marzia wouldn't get a boyfriend, though she didn't like to admit this. She was certain she wouldn't find a guy who she could stay loyal to, although she wasn't interested in the boys in the University.
But to her, dating was sort of a commitment, though for most of the girls, it wasn't. "Sure, Siena." Her sure lasted for about 5 seconds. Siena rolled her eyes. "I just cannot wait for this class to end. Like, really." Marzia shrugged. She actually enjoyed learning about art, she just hated the way her hand ached after writing notes or an essay.
Marzia was about to pull out a creepy novel in her dorm room when Siena burst into the room. "Marzia~ Wanna go with us? We're going to the nearby coffee shop that just opened! Finished all the homework, right?" Marzia nodded and she groaned exaggeratedly. "So why don't you wanna go? We're just gonna check the place out, grab a bite and leave then you can come back here, okay? Hang out with your girlfriends," Marzia got up. "Aw, come on! Please, you barely go with us anymore since you met Delano," She was saying it as if Delano and Marzia were dating. But obviously they weren't. They were just friends. Siena was still pleading. Marzia sat down in front of the dresser."We miss you," Marzia smirked. "Do you really expect me to go with this hair?"
Siena cried out, "OHH YESSS FINALLY GIRLS!" Juliette and Aurora entered just as how Siena did. "Best day ever, Marzia! We've barely ever seen you except for the classes we have together, other than Siena, she gets to see you a lot since she's your roomie,"
Juliette nodded. "I just wish you'd join us more often,"
"Oh I will."
"You better, especially after I make a bow out of your hair."
"It's a bow hairstyle! Aw, it's so cute, thank you,"
"I love the little puffy balls on your pale pink sweater, where'd you get it?"
"I didn't exactly buy it, it's kind of a DIY."
They all walked to the coffee shop since it wasn't far away, and sat in a corner. A bright young woman at the counter greeted them with a cheerful bonjour.
"I'll have a slice of chocolate tart, please,"
"I'd like the crème brûlée . Thanks,"
"A slice of strawberry shortcake, please,"
They all turned to Marzia, including the waiter. "Um… The pistachio ice cream cake would be nice… Or maybe macaroons…"
The waiter said, "We have pistachio ice cream cake with macaroons, Miss."
"Oh! Uh, yeah, I'd love that, thank you."
A young man entered and the bell tinkled softly. Juliette, Siena and Aurora ordered their signature coffee- apparently the coffee shop originally came from Australia. But Marzia said "I'll have the Chai latte". The young man who'd recently entered looked closely at Marzia. Once they started eating, he came over to her. "Miss?"
"Yes? Oh gosh!" The man leaned in closer. "Delano! Why-
He chuckled and nodded his head to the young woman, who was straightening her apron. "Valentina. I came 'ere for her," Marzia realized that they were in a relationship. And that Valentina was pregnant. "You made that happen?" She tried not to look disgusted. He nodded. Well, he seemed a lot more badass now. She wasn't sure if she liked it. "How old is she?"
"Sixteen or seventeen," Delano wouldn't look at Marzia.
"Delano!"
"I know. I couldn't help it."
"What happened?" Marzia took a chair beside him, telling her friends they needed to talk. He spilled out his story.
He'd been at the club with his drunken friends, and he noticed a group of hot girls in cocktail dresses. Valentina was one of them. They chatted all evening, and at one point, they got really drunk, but he remembered. He'd brought her to his car and drove back to his apartment, and got under the covers.
"I forgot to put on protection,"
Marzia didn't really know what to say. She was so dumbfounded she barely noticed Valentina had put a mug of coffee on the table. "I see you've heard what happened," she whispered, instinctively rubbing her belly. She was at least six months pregnant. Delano abandoned the coffee, left some money on the table and left. Valentina sat down on the empty chair. "My boss is resting. He won't know," Marzia nodded. "What was it like?" The words spilled out of her mouth before she knew it.
Valen thought for a while. "I don't know… It hurt a lot… I felt pain and pleasure shoot up my body. The pain was intense, but I guess it was worth it," She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Marzia awkwardly cleared her throat. "I see," She couldn't stop staring at her swollen stomach. "Is it a boy or a girl?" Valen smiled, shaking her head. "I don't know yet. If it's a boy, I'll name him Fabio. If it's a girl, I'll name her Coco. I'm a big fan of Spanish names," Marzia nodded. "I bet he or she will be amazing. Really. And congratulations," She managed a smile on her face. "If it's a boy, he'll be as athletic as Delano, and if it's a girl, she'll be as beautiful as you." It took her a while to realize that she was truly happy for this girl she'd just met, and she was also certain the baby would be perfect.
"Thank you." Valentina blushed deeply. After Marzia had gotten over the surprise of the love affair, she looked at the young woman carefully and took in her features. She had a very sweet face framed with brown locks, and a sincere smile. "I should get back to work." Valen stood up. Marzia wanted to ask her a lot of questions, like "Are you planning on getting married soon", "Will you and Delano move somewhere else for the baby", "How did it really feel when you were with him that night", and so many more, but she'd sound so nosy. So she just ate her macaroons and ice cream cake at her friends' table.
"Who's that?" Siena asked.
"Oh, that's, um, Delano's girlfriend."
"What?" she whined. "I was dang sure he had a crush on you! I mean, you're crushing on him."
"Yeah, and I have a unicorn who farts out rainbows and candy,"
"I mean, really, you guys are so close."
"That doesn't necessarily mean we're both crushing on each other."
"It so does!" Marzia knew she couldn't argue with Siena for too long. Not because she'd lose, but because it would get aggravating.
"Maybe, but it's a different case for us. She and Delano are in love," She said the last few words with a bit doubtfully. Nevertheless, her friends bought it. Meanwhile, Valentina gazed at Marzia from the counter. She didn't realize it. I think I'll invite her next time the girls and I hang out, if she has time, Marzia thought. Little did she know, it was the worst idea she'd ever had.
Okay then, that's it for this chapter! I took so, so, SO long to update. I'm trying my best, and I hope you know that. I don't think I'll be able to update fast right now, with all the tests coming up. But thanks for reading, and as usual, please review! ❤
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