After me and felix left the court and Ken, Brad and Jack, we headed back round the way we came from.
Once we reached a top of a hill, my house was in sight.
And funnily enough, at that exact moment, felix asked me "soo where abouts are you living?"
I pointed to my house, which was now just across the road from us.
"Oh" he said.
I couldn't tell if he sounded surprised or disappointed. Probably surprised, why would he be disappointed?
"I guess this is where I leave you?" He said as we stood on the pavement across from my house. It was...different. I feel like if this was happening yesterday he would have sent me off on my way with no hesitation. Now it seemed like...
Meh I won't jump to conclusions.
"I guess so" I said, my voice having a tinge more amusement. I was making light of the situation, but Felix seemed actually kind of upset.
"Is..everything okay?" I asked him, breaking the awkward silence that grew between us.
He looked up to me quickly, as if I had interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh, yeah. Everythings great. I just..." he started.
"I'm sorry if I treated you too harshly at my place. I wanted today at the park to try and make up for it" he told me, sounding disappointed in himself.
"Felix its fine" I said, laughing softly.
I can't lie, I was pretty happy he said that. He smiled.
"I was the one that let myself into your house in the middle of the night"
He chuckled.
"...because I was about to die" I added, pretending to sound like I didn't want to be the person that started all of this.
Well you're welcome that I saved your ass" he exclaimed smuggly.
"Uh huh" I said in an unconvinced tone.
It was fun to joke around with him. I loved his sense of humour.
"Alright, I'm off then" I decided, as our conversation drew to a close.
He pursed his lips and nodded to me to say goodbye and I turned to face the road, waiting for the traffic to die down.
The road was clear, but just as I was about to step out, Felix grabbed my hand.
I turned to him, confused.
He looked to our his hand still holding mine and his face went red. He quickly let go.
"I- uhh.." he seemed to have forgotten what he was going to say.
"Sorry" he said, scratching the back of his neck.
With one last look to me, he awkwardly walked away, shaking his head like he was embarrassed.
I furrowed my eyebrows, confused, watching him walk away. But I decided I should get home first.
I crossed the road before the rest of the traffic came and let myself into my house.
I pulled off my jacket and threw it onto my couch.
I noticed a small slip of paper float out of one of the pockets.
I picked it up off of the floor where it had landed and unfolded it, to reveal a phone number. Beneath it was written 'felix'.
My face lit up.
He left me his phone number? What? What does this mean? He wants to stay in touch? Should I call him? Or text him? How did he even slip this in my pocket?
I asked myself a million questions as I just stared at this piece of paper like a dumbass.
I decided I would call him after I had a shower.
After a nice long shower and a million shower thoughts I got dressed into something comfortable and put my current clothes in the wash - because I was wearing them the entire two days I had been with Felix.
I found myself sat on my couch, my phone in one hand and the slip of paper with his number in the other, pondering over if I should call him or what I should say.
Eventually, I just decided to wing it.
I dialled his number. My leg started bouncing in agitation. Was i nervous?
I literally just saw him today.
As these thoughts came into my mind and the phone rang, I thought he wouldn't pick up.
But he did picket up, as if to be right on the last second.
"Hello?" He asked. I recognised his voice immediately. It was rather gruff with a little rasp.
Why did I feel my face heat up? Was I blushing? Did I find his voice attractive?
"Hellooo?" He repeated with now an impatient tone. I realised how long I was taking trying to answer those questions in my head. Jeez I take so long talking to myself.
"Felix! Hi, its me" I quickly said, pulling the phone to my ear before I felt he would hang up.
"Y/n?"
I was surprised he noticed my voice right away, but I guess we were literally talking a few hours ago.
"Yeah" I said "sorry about that"
"Its okay" he chuckled.
There was a silence between us. I felt the awkward tension through the phone, if I wasn't overreacting.
I should have probably called him when I actually had something to say.
"Soo you found my number, huh?" He said.
I laughed.
"How did you even manage to sneak that to me?" I asked.
"I have my ways" he said smuggly.
I huffed, amused.
"Soo what did you want" he asked me.
Shit. I just called him to talk but I guess there wasn't anything to talk about. I didn't call because I wanted anything...
"You want me to come over or something?" He replied to my silence.
I was not expecting that.
"Oh uhh, no thats not what i-" I began, but he cut in.
"Whats that? You want me to come over?" He asked again, pretending to mishear me.
"Felix stop" I giggled. I loved his humour.
"Alright ill come over" he decided.
Before I could say anything else, he hung up.
My jaw dropped, until I started giggling again like an excited little school girl.
He was coming to my house. Felix was coming over to my house.
Then I started freaking out. FELIX WAS COMING TO MY HOUSE?!
