Sitting on the edge of a pond, Felix and you, the most popular boy in all of Oxford, who seemed to break every stereotype. He was popular and kind, attentive and dedicated. And who had practically taken you under his arms to train you in his vast knowledge of college student behavior.

His feet dangled, almost touching the water.

"You should spend vacations with me." He looked at you with a small smile on his face, analyzing you. "They wouldn't bother" He added, he said it in a way that it wasn't like a suggestion at all.

To what he had told you on your drunken nights in your room, his family was even more relaxed than he was and his house even bigger than his desire to party every night.