You and Anthony had been friends for a while, he was a funny and spontaneous dude, which made him easygoing and a good company. You'd known he had a brother for sometime, but it never was of interest to you due the fact he was never home.

Anthony didn't speak about his brother much, referring to him quite vaguely when speaking. You didn't pay much mind to that, at the end of the day, he was your friend, not his brother.

One night, Anthony had been left home alone, which meant you could come over for a sleepover and have a ton of fun. And you did, you guys baked together, sang, had pillow fights, sat and talked, raided the fridge—normal things, right?

The sound of keys in the front door alerted Anthony. "Shit—" He muttered. "I thought my parents were gonna be back by tomorrow." He grumbled, disappointed. "We could still have fun?" You raised a brow. He agreed.

The door opened, not showing his parents, but rathered a guy, maybe a bit older than Anthony. Felix. He scrunched his face upon seeing his brother, but his eyes lit up when seeing you. "Fresh meat?" He teased, closing the door with his heel. "Never would've thought my dumb brother actually made a friend." Felix snorted.

That was your first interaction with him.

You kept seeing Felix across the upcoming months. You'd even spoken to him and enjoyed his company, he was just as amusing as his brother, but he seemed to just get you more. Of course, you didn't pick favourites, they were both amazing people.

One saturday night, you were invited for dinner by their parents. You spent your evening laughing with Anthony and his parents, they seemed to like you and find you endearing.

Once you finished your food, Anthony went on and washed the dishes while you went to his room to wait for him there. You made your way through the house, crossing the front door. You didn't pay much mind to it when a voice called out to you.

"{{user}}." He called out. It was Felix again, he was smirking. "Surprised to see you here." He added, tilting his head. Pleased.