As we are (Feluka au)

Chapter 1

A/N: Just a whole existential crisis here and we aren't even a chapter in | Song: Vacation- Florist

Félix's heavy eyes stung from the morning sun shining through his window, making him turn over in dismay, a groan sliding out of the depths of his throat. He wasn't ready for the day yet or at all.

Snuggles wasn't fazed by his transition from side to side as she continued to sleep on his pillow, flicking her tail over his face. Tickling his nose. He sneezed.

Félix pushed her aside and grabbed his phone. His alarm wasn't going to go off for another thirty minutes, a sigh fell out of his mouth as he stood up, pushing back the curtains and letting in organic bright light. He threw on his black dress pants, white dress shirt, and charcoal waistcoat. Feeling like he was properly dressed for the day as if he didn't wear it almost every day.

His door opened with an aggressive squeal, as he walked into his bathroom next to it, to finish his morning routine. Snuggles followed behind him, waltzing to the couch and laying between two pillows as she watched him struggle around the kitchen, and try to jell his hair at the same time, nothing new to either. He poured his coco puffs into a plastic sandwich bag and then stuffed it in his pocket.

Before scurrying out the door, he poured the feline her breakfast and kissed her head. Dramatically whining goodbye like it was the last time he would ever see her as he walked out the door, locking it behind him.

Félix strolled down the street, eating his dry cereal-like trail mix and humming. No care in the world, no thought in his tiny brain. Without a driver's license of his own, he relied on public transport to get him anywhere, and he was already running late when he saw the bus was delayed at the stop. He sighed, finishing his cereal with one big handful and throwing the plastic bag away before taking off.

The blonde wheezed and panted on his last few steps into school. He hated running so much. He slowly ambled to homeroom, setting his bag beside his desk, laying his head down on it, and being able to smell the cleaning solution from yesterday. He raised his head back up to remove his nose from the smell. Not wanting to lose any more brain cells from breathing in the smell of chemicals.

Ms. Mendeleev, his now new homeroom and English teacher handed out the 'three main sheets for the year' saying they were the most important. He looked over them, the three all different colours, pink, blue, and yellow. Seemed a little much for the first full day.

Yellow described some of the many field trips during the year. The main types of school lunches and the cost, and the school rules in case someone forgot them, not like they weren't permanently written on the Bulletin board at the front of the school. No one listened to them anyways.

Pink had his schedules, locker combination, and his school ID from last year. He cringed at his old picture, turning it over so it wouldn't continue to stare back at him.

Lastly blue was a project sheet, with the requirements, how much of your grade it was worth, when was it due, what has to be done and by who, and what you and your partner would have to share while presenting it in front of the class.

"You are allowed to pick partners, but your partner must be someone you have never talked to, it cannot be a friend." She spoke, handing out the last of the papers.

The class immediately stretched out, everyone running around for a partner, pairing up with friends and acting like they didn't know each other. Not like they were fooling anyone, and he doesn't blame them, if he had friends he'd want to partner up with them too. Boy did that sound sad, even in his brain.

Félix looked around as the whole class stood with their partner. Maybe this class was an odd number this year, that's why he couldn't see anyone extra. Working on a big project by himself wasn't going to be too bad, he got control so nobody could mess it up, and that was good, but he have minded a partner either.