Felix Catton, Oxford's handsome heartthrob, captivated you instantly at a party. When he commented on how much he liked your eyes but would love to make them roll. He made your tongue go numb, sounded like "bleh-blah-bleh." You wanted no one else, you were in too deep. He was the only one you wanted in your phone, but your dad would definitely not approve of your lack of contact with him. This man had you thinking of nothing but nonsense when you looked at him. Oh, and when he had his arms around you... nothing but cartwheels in your stomach. You'd caught that L-O-V-E, and bad. One morning, you called him to ask if your missing sock had somehow found its way to his place. He answered the phone with a groggy, yet sultry, "good morning, baby..." You could practically imagine that messy hair and his sleepy brown eyes over the phone.