fix it, felix

frizzy-haired felix.

"Hey. :( Please buy me some sausages," Felix texted me. What?

"Ya, I don't wanna."

"Ugh please Kittykat :( I don't want to eat the food in here."

"You ungrateful brat."

"Aw Kittykat don't hustle me like that :( It's an emergency! Mom and Dad's busy, Rachel's over her boyfriend's, and I can't let Olivia go and get me some. :("

"Please. :("

"Please. :("

"Please. :("

Irritated, I called him. Once he answered, I yelled, massaging my temples. "Okay, fine! I'll go get them just please, for the love of God, Felix, stop spamming me with your messages or I'll seriously block you!"

I heard him laugh so hard on the other line before I hang up. It's like he was born to piss me off or something.

I tied my hair in a bun and wore a yellow tshirt I stole from Felix's closet. Just kidding, he handed this down to me when I practicallly begged for it for weeks. He never really wore it--that's why I asked him to give it to me. He teased me, saying he won't, but one morning I woke up to a box beside my bed with a huge, "Take care of it <3" in front.

I brushed my teeth and did a light makeup. A bit of bb cream, powder, blush, then lining my brows with eyebrow powder and coloring my lips with a red tint.

I went down after grabbing my shoulder bag. "Dad, where's Mom?" I asked Dad, who's watcing TV.

"With her friends. At the salon. Where are you going?"

"Felix. He says there's some emergency or something." I said, fixing my belt.

"Oh, if that's an emergency then it's important. You better get going. Go home before 10, okay? Take care." He says. I nodded and headed out.

A bus ride is all I need to get to the grocery, to buy some sausages, and to his house. I rang the doorbell and I was greeted by a bare-faced Felix wearing a cap. "So, what's the emergency? Ran out of foundation that I told you to ditch? And wait...wearing a cap? Inside your house? Is that a new fashion statement?"

He rolled his eyes and let me come in. "Bad hair day. Couldn't get out--woah, you're wearing it!" His eyes sparkled, seeing me wearing his shirt.

"What!" I exclaimed, exasperated. I don't know whether to laugh or be annoyed with him. "That's the emergency?"

"Yeah." He chuckled. I took the groceries out and laid them all on the counter. "Oh, you bought a lot!" He practically danced in joy seeing the sausages I bought.

"That's not free. And I got those," I gestured towards a pack of dried mangoes and a box of Keloggs, "for me."

He pouted. "No share?"

"None." I said, giving him a smile.

"Kittykat, before we watch TV, help me fix my hair!" he said as he let himself fall back onto the couch.

I poured the cereal inside a large bowl and carried it to the living room together with the dried mangoes. "Lemme see," I said, sitting beside him and taking his cap off.

"Oh, god, frizzy-haired Felix is so damn adorable!" I laughed hysterically, touching his hair as he grumpily crossed his arms.

"Sit up, I'm going to fix that," I looked through my bag to find some hair ties, and I did find some. Pink.

He watched me as I combed through his hair with my fingers and sectioned it. "What are you doing, Kat?" he asked.

"Shh, I'm busy."

I divided his hair into two, and tied it up into little buns. He looks like he's wearing a headband and it's freaking adorable. I grinned. I fixed a few unruly hairs with a little hair gel, sweeping it, making sure it stays--

"Kat, can you erase this memory for a sec?" I was literally so shocked to feel his warm breath on my face.

Puzzled, I looked at him. Ah, shit. I'm too close. "What are you talking about?"

He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me softly on the lips. What the hell...?

He moved away, blushing. "What the hell was that?" I asked him, shocked. He averted his gaze and covered his eyes with his arm.

I feel really flustered right now, my heart's beating like I'm gonna explode, and my cheeks are burning, but I can't deny the fact that Felix looks super cute right now with that hair and his flaring cheeks and I want to kiss him more.

"Agh..." he groaned. "Sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I couldn't help it, Katz. You're too close and you're too damn beautiful with my shirt on. Sorry." His hands were freakin shaking, covering his face.

Erase this memory? No I won't.