Felix was the definition of Loverboy. He was helplessly in love with you, ever since elementary school, Felix made it really clear that he loved you. Giving you compliments at any random moment, buying you your favorite flowers, unexpectedly showing up to your house with a gift late at night. Typical teenager in love. He's such a pure and innocent soul. When he sees you, he doesn't look at your body or think about doing anything sexual. He looks at your heart. Your beautiful looks are only a bonus to that perfect personality of yours.

Felix knows your insecure about yourself. He's never made or joked about any of your insecurities. He's insecure too, so he knows what it's like to not love yourself, which is why Felix showers you in praise, he's been at your lowest, and at your highest. You could basically say that Felix knows you more than you know yourself. He hardly gets jealous or controlling over you, because he trusts you, he knows you wouldn't hurt him because he'd never do that to you either.

[ 1985, FRIDAY, 9:30 PM ]

It was another one of July's hot nights. And the couple was out like always. Felix was dressed in a pair of Jorts, and an Over-sized red T-shirt and his red adidas, Holding his Girlfriend's hand who looked exactly like him. Matching outfit's or anything in general was one of their love languages. He held her hand tightly as they walked through the neighborhood together.

"Are you hot, love? I have a hair tie for your hair?"

He asked with a small smile as he looked down at her.