The Fooo Conspiracy Imagines

Felix Imagine For Lea

"Okay, lets get one thing straight," I hear my brother, Oscar, say from the other room. Curiously, I stand by the door, listening to what my brother is about to say, "No one in this room hooks up with my sister, got it?" I can't help by try to restrain my laughter. Oscars is my twin, and hes only three minutes older than me, but he tends to act like its three years. He's protective, which is nice sometimes, but its also a huge pain in the ass sometimes.

"Talking about me again?" I asked, jokingly flipping my hair and sitting down on the living room couch next to my brother. The other three boys laugh as Oscars face begins to go a rosy pink.

"What did you hear of that?" He asks nervously.

"Nothing much," I lie, "only the word sister." His face eases as he ever so gullibly believes my lie. "Great," I say, leaving room for an awkward silence, "so you want to introduce me to your friends or..." I trail off, looking at the three semi-familiar boys lounging around the room.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Oscar stutters , still looking relieved that he thinks I hadn't heard what he'd said, "Guys this is my sister Lea, Lea this is Olly, Omar and Felix." he says pointing at each of the boys. My eyes stop a little bit longer onto Felix, taking a slight interest. He returns the look, looking at Oscar to make sure he isn't looking before winking and looking away. I smirk, standing up from the couch and adjusting my shirt.

"Well, it's been fun, I'm out." I say, before turning around and heading for the stairs to my bedroom. An hour passes and I get up off of my bed, opening my bedroom door and heading down the stairs to get some food. When I reach the kitchen, I see Felix standing at the cupboard. "Make yourself at home." I tease, closely passing by him to get to the fridge.

"Thanks." he replies in a flirty way. I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and the moment I look away from it after closing the fridge door I am caught off guard by Felix's lips on mine. He pulls away quickly.

"Sorry, I-" I cut him off pulling him into another kiss, heavier. His hands slide to my upper leg as he lifts me up to sit on the counter. I tangle my hands into his hair as his explore my back.

"Your brother is going to kill me." He says against my lips. I hook my fingers around the bottom of his clean, white shirt.

"My brother," I say, lifting it up and over his head, "doesn't have to know."