( @a-jasminewiththorns )
The morning after the Valentine’s ball was not Fee’s best morning, let’s be real. First of all, it was a Monday; second – he was terribly hungover after his ‘little’ after-party with some of his old friends. However, he kept the pinky promise he gave to his best friend and didn’t lose ALL of his dignity. He woke up with a groan, as he felt his stomach rumble and the dryness in his mouth and on his skin was just killing him. After plugging his phone in, Felix decided to just hop into the shower and wash off the sweat, dirt and shame and try to look and function like a normal human being – it was a school day after all and Felix was NOT going to skip classes simply because he had a hangover – not the first time, not the last. About an hour later, he was more or less ready to face the world when he reminded himself that he still didn’t check his phone for embarrassing photos, texts and snapchat stories. He went through it quickly, whilst eating a breakfast, when he got a text from Jasmine from the last night, saying that she had something important to tell him and that he should come to her the first thing in the morning. Sorry Boo, my phone died last night. Are you okay? xx He quickly texted her back and waited for any answer but got none so far. Figuring, he might not attend any classes after all, he just unpacked his books and only left the camera in his bag, grabbed a bottle of coconut water and some banana bread as he was told to do and walked out of the apartment. Short cab ride later, he was already in front if Jas’s house. He let himself in, after all he was basically a family member and said hello to her dad and tried to find out what was going on. He noticed the uneasy look on the man’s face, when he told him that it’d be better if Jas told him that in person and he couldn’t help but wonder what has happened last night? Did she and Ross had a fight? Was she hurt? Sick? A thousand thoughts per second went through Felix’s mind as he already had forgotten that he was hungover. His best friend had some sort of problems and that was more important. He knocked on the door gently and tried to open it but it was locked. With a sigh he knocked again. “Jas, open the door please, it’s me,” he spoke softly and waited patiently but seeing as he wasn’t really the most patient person in the world, he knocked again and again. “If you don’t open, I’ll climb through the window but I’d rather not because I’m wearing Calvin Klein today!” he whined a little, hoping it would make Jas smile at least a little.
