#p:zw

[felix-wilcott]

Love Hurts || Zalix

Felix texted Zach to come over, because he wanted to see him and apologize in person. At the same time, though, he was still kind of angry and he wanted to vent his emotions. He wanted to yell at Zach and be frustrated with him, because he was. That wanker. It wasn't all his fault that they were fighting. Felix felt like he was partially to blame, as well. He thought about what Santana had said, and he could feel his heart beating fast and adrenaline pumping through his veins. It was a strange and new feeling, but he brushed it off. He wasn't going to resort to that, especially not if Zach was going to be an arse.

[felix-wilcott]

My Muse || Zalix

Felix grabbed his pillow and screamed. "What am I doing?" he mumbled incoherently into the cushioning. He wanted to cry. What was Zach doing here? He was trying to get things sorted out in his life, not fuck them up even more. But here he was, his girlfriend in a bad mood and the boy of his dreams coming over to his dorm. "Fuck me!" he groaned into the pillow.

Wait. The boy of his dreams was coming over to his dorm--possibly wanting to make out with him, too--and he didn't even look semi-presentable. But he didn't want to be easy, either, was the thing. He had Santana, and he didn't want to hurt her, but he also wanted to figure out the gay thing.

He ran to the bathroom to fix up his hair, then he threw on a white scoop-neck t-shirt. Good enough, he decided, fumbling around for his camera.