Meeting him:You scream, being jumpscared by pewdiepie screaming barrels. "FELIX!" you shout, knowing he cant hear you. "Good lord." You say shaking your head at the empty room. "Well. I'm not lord but good enough." You hear at your broken door. "uh... Felix?" You ask turning around to see your idol. "OH MY GOD ITS YOU!" You screech tears filling your eyes. "Yeah. It is." He says pulling you in for a hug. "I heard its a special birthday for someone." He says pulling out flowers for you. You guys end up going to the carnival and going on All of the rides and screaming your heads off.
Dating him:
You love felix. There isn't a doubt about it. He could not have been a better birthday present. You guys have a lot of fun days, playing horror games in your apartment, screaming your heads off until the neighbors call the police. It's a pretty fun time. Your fans have come up with many ship names, hoping that some day that ship will float to its destination. Obviously the ship has sailed. But where that ship will go is only known by Felix and you.
Felix proposing:
It's been a few years. Not to mention the few times you both got arrested for making to loud of a ruckus in the neighborhood. You are both madly in love, and finally Felix realizes its time to make the final move. While you are out one day at work, Felix cooks you a beautiful candle-lit dinner. Once you get home, you can tell somethings up, but Felix does an amazing job of hiding it and once he proposes, you never saw it coming. After the shock settles in, you happily agree and marry the love of your life.
What this means about you:
No matter how much praise and opportunity you get, you always focus on what you love the most. Like Felix, you are caring, kind, compassionate, loud, sarcastic, and funny. You tend to finish what you started more than most people, and when you get praise you don't let it go to your head. You may annoy people at times, but more so than not, they see that you have a big heart. And no matter what stands in your way, you will never give up.