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Chapter 35

It was eight in the morning and I was awake. Eight o'clock and I didn't have to go to work or anywhere. Felix rang the doorbell shortly before eight and I opened the door for him with my eyes half open. „It's eight in the morning," I complained and scratched the back of my head.

„Time to wake up," he said tapping me twice on the chest and just stepped in. „Morning hours are the hours most people are most productive."

I yawned. „I'm not most people."

„Well," Felix said and lifted a cardboard box, almost tripped and I suddenly winced, but he was still on his feet and put the box down. He put his hands on his hips and looked around. „I am."

I lay back in my bed. Not just on my bed, I snuggled under my cozy blanket. „Good for you," I mumbled and closed my eyes. „Make yourself at home. I'll sleep a little longer." Then suddenly my blanket was gone. I sat up and looked at him. „What the fuck, Felix?"

Felix rolled up my blanket with his hands and put it on the end of the bed. My heart jumped as he wrapped his fingers around my arm and tugged softly. „Come on," he said with that stupid smile, and waved into the room. „Help me."

So that's how I ended up sorting out this fucking boxes at fucking eight in the morning. I didn't know if I loved or hated him for that, but every time I glanced to him he looked so happy I almost forgot that it was eight in the morning and I barely have slept.

„Did you stay up late?" he asked me in a reproachful tone without even looking at me.

„Mhm." I really wasn't talkative at mornings, especially when I was tired.

„Did Blair answer you?" I shook my head when I crushed an empty cardboard box and felt a little relieved. One box less. „Hmm... That's odd. I'll ask him later to answer you."

„Don't bother."

He looked up at me. „Don't you want him to answer?"

„I don't care. Can you hand me the cutter?"

Later that day, when I was more awake and saw an effort in my one-room apartment, I turned on some music. I was in a good mood suddenly. It was almost even fun with music, I have to admit. And Felix sang crooked notes and I felt the music and grinned when he sang. Not because he sang badly. But not really good either. It was cute.

In the afternoon my apartment looked almost like an apartment that a normal person lived in. And it felt kind of liberating and healing. When it was getting dark, Felix and I took a break and I had a beer and gave him one too, but he only sipped it a few times. I opened the window and smoked a cigarette and looked through my apartment while Felix knelt in front of the next box and tore it open. He looked at me and grinned.

„What?" I stood up. I don't know why I was so scared.

He closed it again and just grinned up to me. „Nothing."

„Oh my god," I said and ran over to him. „What's in there? Don't scare me. It's not food or a corpse, right?"

He giggled and I knelt next to him, moved forward, wanted to take the box away from him, but he pushed it behind his back. „Felix," I said in a warning tone. He just laughed. And I stared at his fucking stupid lips, just for a second.

„Are you scared?" he said in a low voice. „What do you think it is?"

„Rotten food."

„One more try."

„A dead rat."

„You're bad at guessing," he said, pulling the box between us and I couldn't help but look at his thighs. He opened the box and I exhaled in relief. „God you scared me," I mumbled while he took out one of the wigs. „These are not mine."