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You and Felix had been friends for quite a while. Well, the last few years at least. He’d come during the first year of high school, you’d clicked immediately, and had been best friends ever since. Sure you’d had your petty arguments and disagreements like everyone else, but it’d all been talked through and solved pretty quickly, neither of you wanting to lose the friendship you guys had built.
So it only makes sense that the two of you are currently sitting in Felix’s backyard, trying to build the biggest bonfire of your life, at one in the morning.
“Think we need more wood. Sticks or logs?”
“Small sticks will catch fire faster, but the logs will burn longer. Put both. Make a tepee with the bigger logs, and pile small sticks at the base and underneath.” You instruct Felix, giving guidelines with your hands as you talk.
“Like this?” He asks after a couple of minutes.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s good.” You nod. “Oh don’t forget the paper.” You hand him a few crumpled balls, “this’ll start the fire even easier. Put them underneath as well.”
Felix tucks the paper balls under the tepee, and then pulls out a matchbox. “We’re starting the fire before adding gasoline right?”
You nod, “yeah.”
Fire started, Felix runs to grab some rags and a jug of gasoline.
“Have you done this before?” You cast a wary glance at him.
He shakes his head. “I’ve only seen my dad do it a couple times. It’s exciting though!” He laughs gleefully.
“Just..just do a tiny bit at first. We don’t want to cause an explosion.”
He gives you a pointed look that shows he thinks it’s a dumb idea.
“What?!” You throw your hands in the air. “Better safe than sorry!”
Felix laughs. “Alright, alright.”
Tying a rag around the end of a stick, he dips the tiniest corner into some of the gas.
“You ready?”
You swallow and back up a few feet. “Sure.”
Felix throws the stick onto the fire.
Two feet of flames shoot into the air.
Felix’s mouth drops open.
“There was barely any gas on that rag!”
“Told you we should try a tiny amount first.”
He gives you a mischievous side glance. “Let’s do more.”
“Felix!” You squeak, eyes big.
“I won’t cover the whole rag in gasoline.”
“You better not!”
He reaches for another stick, ready to tie a rag onto it.
“Pick a longer stick!” You flail, “More gas will cause a bigger flare, let’s keep ourselves a safe distance away.”
Felix rolls his eyes, but searches around for a longer stick.
A few minutes later, and he’s ready to throw the gas soaked cloth into the flames.
“Ready?”
“Maybe back up a little more.” You admonish him.
The two of you take a few steps back, and he throws the stick.
The whole backyard lights up as if it were daytime.
For several seconds you can see every plant and tree, all bathed in an orange glow, the flames doing their best to dance higher than your head.
Once everything’s died down, the fire back to a regular, controllable level, you turn to the side to look at Felix. Except he’s not there.
An unhappy moan is heard from the grass.
You look down to see Felix on his rear, holding his elbow.
“What happened, are you okay?!” Your eyes search his body to see if the fire singed any part of him.
“Just got scared when the fire shot up so fast.” He pouts. “Tripped backwards and hit my elbow on that bench when I fell down.”
You breathe a sigh of relief, and glance at his elbow. It doesn’t even look like anything happened to it. “Want me to kiss it better?” You joke.
His eyes meet yours and he nods, pout still on his face.
You roll your eyes, and bend to press your lips to his arm for the briefest second. “There. All better.” You give his hand a pat.
“Thanks,” he grins.
˜ ˜ ˜
Felix loves baking. That’s why you’re in his kitchen one early Saturday afternoon, doing your best to make pancakes together. Technically, making pancakes should not be this difficult, but the two of you always seemed to make simple activities complicated.
“You can’t just dump the flour in, you have to sift it!”
“Isn’t that too much milk? We’re making pancakes, not crepes.”
“It says to beat the batter, why are you stirring it?”
“Are you sure that’s an appropriate amount of margarine to be putting in the pan?”
“It looks like soup..”
“No, pancake soup would not taste good!”
The two of you step back from the bubbling mess and glance at each other.
“Are we sure we know what we’re doing?” You laugh lightly.
Felix stares at the pan, trying to keep a dejected smile from spreading across his face. “Perhaps not...”
“What if you just...add more flour to the batter so it’s not so runny.”
With a shrug of acceptance, Felix adds in more flour before trying to add another scoop of batter to the frying pan.
The immediate sizzle startles both of you, and your eyes widen when Felix jerks back his hand.
He puts a finger to his mouth, face etched in pain.
“Did the hot oil splash you?”
He nods.
“The best option is to run it under cold or lukewarm water for several minutes.”
A little while later, after Felix had bandaged his finger and you finished making the pancakes, you’re both sitting at the table.
“Are they tolerable?” You ask, as he chews a mouthful.
He nods, attempting to hold his fork with only four fingers. He fiddles with it for a bit, before putting it down and pouting.
“What now?”
“Still hurts.” He looks up at you. “Kiss it better?”
You squint your eyes in mock distaste, but make your way to his side of the table anyway.
Felix lifts his hand, and you place a gentle kiss to his finger tips, not wanting to disrupt the actual injured site.
“Good?"
He nods, smiling up at you.
˜ ˜ ˜
“Have you ever skateboarded before?” Felix questions.
“I tried like...once.” You state, as the two of you walk to the (thankfully empty) skate park across from your house.
“What makes you want to try now?”
“I’ve seen you do it, and I don’t know, it just seems cool.”
“Oooo,” Felix grins, “so you think I’m cool?”
You bite your lip to prevent yourself from rolling your eyes. “Absolutely not.”
He laughs loudly.
“So are you gonna teach me or do I just have to try for myself?”
“Try it!” Felix says, hoping onto his own board. “I’ll give you pointers when I notice something’s off.”
“That’s gonna be a lot of pointers.” You pretend to mutter.
You start off slowly, definitely not willing to try anything beyond gliding across flat ground for the first hour or so.
“You’re doing so good!” Felix encourages.
You grin big, giving him two thumbs up as you glide past him at the slowest rate possible, and he laughs.
“Want to try something else?” He suggests.
You glance warily at all the ramps available. “Do I have to? This is my first day practising after all~” you say in a sweet voice, trying to coax him out of convincing you to try anything else.
“Just something small?” He points to a short, gently sloped ramp. “Could just try gliding down that one.”
You heave a big sigh and stare at Felix.
“What?!” He asks indignantly.
“If I get hurt it’s your fault.”
He rolls his, “yeah, yeah.”
After telling you how to place your board at the top, Felix steps back and gives you a big encouraging smile. “You can do it!”
You put your foot on the skateboard and drop down.
It goes better than you expected.
Until some rambunctious kids across the street decide it’s a good idea to scream.
You become offset, feet stumbling on the otherwise smooth surface, and then you’re falling forward.
It’s just a short fall, but your hands hit the ground at a painful speed.
You try to blink away the unnecessary tears as you feel some loose gravel rub into your palms.
Some scuffling is heard in the background, and then a hand is on your shoulder, pushing you into a sitting position.
There’s worry written very clearly all over Felix’s face.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have made you do something you weren’t comfortable with.” He blinks, and you vaguely notice his eyes are wet. “It’s my fault.”
“Nonsense,” you shake your head, “I decided fully on my own that I was willing to try that ramp.”
“But you got hurt.” He hiccups.
“Felix...”
“If I get hurt it’s your fault.”
“It’s not your fault that I got hurt. It literally can’t be. I was on the board, not you.”
“But..”
It’s enduring to see the care so evident on his face, and it sparks a little something in your heart.
“Felix; I’ll be okay. I’m an adult, I can handle some scrapes here and there.” You dust off your palms. “Kiss it better?”
Felix’s face relaxes and he giggles. “Sure.”
He takes your hand in his, and gently kisses the palm. Then he takes your other hand and does the same.
Part of you wants to ignore the fluttering in your chest when he looks back up at you with a content smile, but the other part wants to live in the feeling forever.
˜ ˜ ˜
One Friday, after an enjoyable day of sightseeing around the city, as well as trying out various snacks from local businesses, you’re back at your place for the evening. You and Felix sometimes enjoy just hanging out, maybe watching a movie or playing a board game while eating some homemade cookies (courtesy of Felix). Today you’re doing something a little different. You’re reorganizing your living room bookshelves.
Everything is on the floor. Every. Single. Book. It’s a mess.
“Okay, so howww are we supposed to do this?” Felix scratches his head as he looks around.
“First I’m gonna decide which books I want to keep or not. Then we’ll organize them by various categories. You know like, fictional novels, self-help, or informational books, et cetera.” You grab a book and immediately put it on the keep pile. “To be honest, I’ll probably keep most of these.”
“Okay so what do you want me to do? I can’t decide which ones you want to keep.”
“You could start categorizing them?” You suggest. “Or you can stand on a chair and I can hand you books to put on the higher shelves.”
His face gives away that he’s not sure about the idea, but nods anyway.
Two hours later, and all but a few books have been sorted and shelved.
“Just this stack here has to go on that top shelf.” You say, dragging out a chair from the dining room.
“I don’t think I’m that short.” Felix laughs lightly. “I’ll just..” he stretches up on his toes, fingers going just high to place something on the top shelf, “stand on my tippy toes.”
“Alright.”
Four books left, and you’re honestly surprised that something didn’t go wrong sooner.
“It’s a hard cover, so it’s a little heavier.” You casually mention upon handing Felix another book.
Up on his tippy toes he goes, pushes the book into place, and then...his fingers slip and the book falls out of it’s spot.
Felix moves fast enough to not get smacked in the face, but you can still here the thunk of it hitting the back of his head.
You grimace, before going over to him to see if he’s okay.
He pulls his hand back from feeling his head, and says, “At least I think it’s not bleeding.”
“I can do the rest.” You say, guiding him towards the couch.
“No, no, I’ll be fine!” Felix turns around to try and walk past you.
“Just sit down. We’ve got like three books left.”
He gives a sad, fake, little glare your way, but sits down without further complaint.
You walk over and press a kiss to the top of his head. “All better?”
“Mmm,’ he contemplates, “think I need one more.”
You grin, and place another, slightly longer kiss to his head.
˜ ˜ ˜
You hadn’t been planning on pulling an all-nighter. But...there were just things that needed to be done. Like laundry. And food prep. And that art project that had been sitting on your mind for weeks. So before you knew it, it was ten a.m., and Felix was knocking on your door for today’s activities.
You open the door and he blinks at your emotionless face.
“Didn’t have a good night?” He asks, concern showing in his eyes.
“Pulled an accidental all-nighter.”
Felix pulls a face that shows how done he is with you, but doesn’t reprimand you.
“Have you at least eaten something?”
You open your mouth to speak.
“Something proper.”
You close your mouth.
He heaves a deep sigh. “Okay. Well...let’s get you some lunch then.”
While he ruffles through your cupboards to find ingredients, you sit down on one of the bar stools.
You’d been going at fifty miles an hour, so now that you’re taking a break, you realize how awful you feel.
You’re hungry, vaguely dizzy, slightly shaky, and have this stomach ache you assume is from something not hunger related.
“Hey Felix,” you mumble out, “I think I’m just gonna lay down on the couch until the food is ready. I’m not feeling great.”
He spins around from where he’s measuring out pasta. “Of course. Here, let me help you.”
You want to protest that you can walk yourself, but the arm around your middle keeps you grounded, and to be honest, having Felix this close to your body feels nice. You’re too out of it to make yourself ignore the warmth blooming in your chest.
Once you’ve laid down, he gives you a lingering glance before heading back to the kitchen.
You try to get some sleep, really you do.
But the combination of Felix making noise in the kitchen, along with your stomach ache keeps you awake.
You don’t feel any better by the time he brings you some food.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Felix places the bowl on a chair, and squats beside the couch to look at you better.
“When I was younger, and I complained about a stomach ache at bedtime, my mom always told me it was because I was tired.” You blink sleepily. “I think that’s what’s going on with me.”
“You’re stomach hurts?” Felix pouts, eyes getting big. “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“What could you have done about it? Besides, I’m hungry too, and you were making food, so you were already helping.”
“I could’ve kissed it better...” He says quietly.
You stare at each other for a little while.
“I mean..” you swallow, “my stomach still hurts, so it’s not like you can’t kiss it now.”
Felix nods, and shifts to face your torso instead. He stares for half a moment before turning to give you a smile, eyes turning into crescents. “This is cause I care about you.” And he leans down to place a delicate kiss on your clothed stomach.
˜ ˜ ˜
You’re back at Felix’s place.
You guys were chilling, playing some generic Wii game, when something flits in front of your eyes.
“Did you see that?”
“What?”
“Something flew in front of my face.”
Felix pauses the game immediately. “If there’s a bug we have to kill it.”
“Well if it’s not bothering us, we can just leave it alone..” you suggest.
Felix’s eyes get big and he pulls in a deep breath, his voice going a little high, “But I don’t need it in here while I’m sleeping.”
You roll your eyes. “So you want to go look for it?”
He makes a long drawn out sound that indicates he doesn’t really want to.
“We’ll go after it if we see it again, okay?”
Felix sighs, but proceeds to continue the game.
After all of three seconds, it flies past your face again. This time Felix sees it too. You know because he screams and jumps off the couch.
“Alright, chill,” you laugh, “let me just go grab a container, and I’ll grab the bug and throw it outside.”
Felix’s eyes go big once again. “You want to CATCH it?! I want it DEAD!”
“It was kinda big, do you really want that squished on your wall?” You ask incredulously.
He makes a pained face.
“If we’re inside, it’s not gonna bother you once it’s outside.”
Felix sighs, and says, “as long as it’s you doing the catching.”
After a couple minutes, you do thankfully manage to catch the critter, and proceed to bring it outside.
“Come in quickly!” Felix screeches, not wanting to possibly let in any more pesky creatures.
You come in and he slams the door. But in his haste, he trips over his feet, and stumbles into the door.
“You good?” You chuckle.
He turns around, pouting and rubbing his nose. “Hurts.” He mumbles. “Kiss it better.”
You stare at him.
“Please?”
Sure, you’d kissed his little injuries before, but the nose just...feels oddly intimate.
But you’re not going to say no.
You lean in and give it a little peck. “Better?”
He pauses. “My cheek too?”
You press a quick kiss to his cheek.
“And my other one?”
You laugh, and do so.
“What about my chin?”
Still smiling, you kiss his chin.
“And here?”
You swallow as you look at Felix.
He’s pointing at his lips.
Is he...being serious?
Felix doesn’t say anything, but he swallows, and you realize he’s nervous too.
You lean in a little bit, giving him the chance to back up if he changes his mind, but when he doesn’t, you close the gap.
It’s soft, and slow.
Perhaps it’s both of your first kisses.
You can feel Felix smile into the kiss. (This of course, makes your lips turn up too.)
Pulling away, you look into each others eyes for a little while, gentle smiles still on your faces.
“That- that was okay, right?” You ask. “Just want to make sure I interpreted the situation right.”
Felix laughs, “I literally asked you to kiss me, I don’t know how else you could have interpreted it.”
“Right.” You breathe out, laughing a little.
You look at each other a little more, and then you ask, “Can I kiss you again?”
Felix eyes widen, and then he grins big. “Yes please.”