Sisters before misters... Or so I thought (On hold)

Chapter 22: never judge a book by its cover

Chapter 22: never judge a book by its cover

The footsteps are getting closer and closer to the bed I'm hiding under. I can see the worn out converse shoes so close I could touch them. I hear a familiar grunt, Felix.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I. Am. So. Dead.

His footsteps stop as he picks up his sketchbook that is opened on the page with me on it. He scrunches his face up and rests his head on the book. Felix sighs, closes the book and gently tosses it back on his made bed. Few he didn't notice me, at least that's what I thought, "Thalia, please don't tell me that's you under my bed? Why couldn't it be Billie?".

I crawl from under the bed and look up at him guiltily waiting for him to snap, but he doesn't, "curiosity killed the cat, did you know that? Yeah curiosity murdered that bitch," .

This makes me giggle lightly to myself, why didn't he snap at me?

"I guess you saw it," he is staring at the ground and now sitting on his bed. He notices my confused expression, "the sketch, of, you.".

My eyes widen, tears start welling in them, and I confess by nodding, "yeah, I kind of um...found it.".

He sighs again rubbing his hands through his hair, still staring at the ground. Felix suddenly stands up and catches the tears that are streaming down my cheeks. With sorrowful, empathy filled eyes, he embraces me in a hug. I am stiff at first but I soon relax in his hold and place my head on his broad shoulder. I close my eyes and sob as Felix draws circles on my back with his fingers.

His voice so soft I could hardly recognise it as his whispered, "It can only get better from here, I would know,".

It felt good having someone who knew what you were going through. My theory, Felix has severe depression and anxiety, same as me. I let all the tears I've been holding in fall down my face, he sits me down on his bed and lies my head in his lap as he plays with my hair like my mum used to when I was little. I sob my heart out for myself, as selfish as that is, I needs to let it all out.

--CokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentosandCokeandMentos--

I yawn and attempt to stretch my arms but I am barricaded by something. I slowly open my sleepy eyes and find myself in a very strange position. I am lying on Felix, in his bed with our arms around each other, in the very early morning. For some reason he is shirtless, for that I have no explanation. I still have on my crinkled clothes from yesterday, a singlet top and track pants. I remove my head from his bare chest and start to untangle us without waking him. Just as I finally finish, he groans in his sleep and rectangles us, who knew Felix was a hugger?

I hear faint footsteps and the they were getting bigger, great someone was gonna see us together and get the complete wrong idea. What the hell am I going to do? The only thing I can do, pretend to be asleep. I slowly rest my head back on Felix's toned chest and place my hands back on his shoulders. If things couldn't be worse it wasn't one of the girls or Mr and Mrs Wilson, because it was the voice that belonged to the love of my life, the last person I wanted to see me like this, Sam.

I could still recognise his now hoarse voice, "Thalia? How could you do this to me?".

I open my eyes so I could just see, squinting them, and I could see the broken expression on his face. Why is he acting like I slept with Felix, I didn't, at least not in that way. Wait, I'm only wearing a singlet top and he can't see I still have my clothes on! I watch Sam through my eyelashes, he sits on the desk opposite Felix's bed and stares at the wall before he picks up a photo from Felix's bed. The photo consisted of Felix, myself and the girls finger painting before I went to hospital and Billie is hugging my ruined skinny jeans and Betty is on Felix's shoulders as we laugh together. If you didn't know who we were, it could have looked like we were a couple. Sam stares blankly into the picture and mutters to himself, "I should have known,". Anger flashes in his eyes like a murderer as he throws the picture frame at the wall above Felix's bed and screams, "I should have fucking known!". This startles both Felix and myself as we jump up and a chunk of glass slashes Felix's cheek, causing blood to surface and fall down his face. I give him a worried expression and check the cut over, not too deep, but very long.

Felix's eyes are focused on Sam, I turn to him giving him a my meanest glare, "what was that for?" I point towards Felix, "violence is not the answer, I thought you of all people would understand that.".

His nose flares as his expression becomes darker, "and sleeping with someone does?".

"No one said anything about sleeping together!" Felix butts in.

Sam averts his gaze back to Felix and scoffs, "well it's pretty darn obvious, I mean look at you!".

Felix then removes the covers, revealing that we were both fully clothed, well me at least, but Felix still had his Levi's and belt on, even his socks.

"Well I hope you're happy now," I give Sam my bored tone and I turn back to Felix who was still fuming, "let's go get you a bandage and some ice,".

"Oh I think we will need more than that, I'll call dad.".

--------Authors-------note-----------

So it been ages, I'm sorry , I get it. I mean my friends have been down my neck since I last updated, so here it is. I hope you liked it enjoy. And Olivia, I love you, but really a Christmas card did not have to tell me to update my book. (Then again it kinda did work). I dedicate this chapter to my good friend Olivia- she never forgets anything I swear.

Love yas- kels