felix and you have been friends since you both started secondary school. he adores you, he’s had a crush on you since the two of you were thirteen. you’ve sort of been leading him on for six years, flirting with him, giving him little kisses, cuddling him at your sleepovers, etc. he loves your friendship, he really does, but he feels like there should be more between you.

he’s been wearing you down recently. flirting with you more, making sure he’s always sat next to you at group gatherings at the pub, he has a plan.

a plan that was going all too well until felix befriended oliver. oliver had his own plan, but it was derailed when he saw you for the first time, sat at the table in the usual pub, surrounded by your friend group of rich snobs who belittle those who shop at oxfam. oliver shops at oxfam.

from the second oliver sat with you for the first time you’ve been obsessed with him. almost like he’s your little puppy or something. felix used to be your little puppy. you always make sure to include oliver, always defend him when farleigh makes fun of him, always sit next to him. poor felix misses when you’d sit with him. his plan to get you to fall head over heels in love with him has been forced to stop by oliver, his new best friend.