fix it, felix

flaunt it, felix.

Why is it so hot. I love summer because I love not doing anything, just lazying around and eating like a pig and falling asleep whenever I want to. Summer is blissful for me. I closed the door after grabbing the boxes from the delivery guy. And as for this dork watching TV...

"CHICKEN!" he yelled, opening the box containing seasoned chicken I just ordered. He munched on a chicken leg in one go as we watched Anna Olson baking in her studio kitchen.

"All those sweets are making me hungry. Thank you for these, Katz. They ain't sausages but I still love chicken all the same."

"Oi, you're not in the place to be picky. I have no sausages. I still need to go grocery shopping tomorrow." I said, taking a piece of chicken and eating the crunchy skin.

He slung an arm around me and said, "Then I'll go with you!"

"No way. You're gonna make me buy a bag of M&Ms and say I'll pay you later but you won't!" I complained, pouting.

"You're not in the place to be picky!" he said in a sing-song voice, pinching my cheek. "I have no intentions of letting you go alone."

I pinched his cheeks back. "Ow, that hurts!" he said.

"Just admit you're gonna make me buy you food!"

Oh my god, his freckles are really cute....

I poked his cheeks, my finger landing on his freckles each poke. "I'm so jealous of your freckles, Felix," I muttered, leaning over him with my hand on his lap, supporting my weight, "Why're you always tryna cover it up like it doesn't exist?" I wiped a bit of his foundation off, the product fading away a little and showing a few of his freckles.

He looks down and said, "People don't like it on me. You know what's up with Koreans. It's ugly." he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, then, sat back up. "Who cares what they say. You look fucking pretty with it. You just gotta flaunt it, Felix."

With that, he smiles with his eyes. "C'mere." he wraps his arms around me before I could completely turn my back at him because geez, that line and that tone of voice, I know what's coming...

"Agh, s-stop!" I whined, trying to remove his snake-like grip on me.

"My sweet, sweet Katz is always there for me! Cheering! Me! Up! Always!" He gleefully says, swaying our bodies side to side.

"That's why..." he gently let me go. Thank God. "I want to make that asshole regret what he did to you."

"And if he does?"

"He'll never get to have you back."