Feliks's heart had stung painfully when his childhood friend, Toris, announced that he had a girlfriend; was Feliks not enough for him?
He had tried to be enough for Toris, but he obviously hadn't been if he had felt the need to get a girlfriend.
Subconsciously, he knew that they weren't dating, so he couldn't stake a claim on Toris.
Today was the day that Feliks would meet her.
He didn't feel like cleaning his house for her, so he didn't.
Feliks hoped that she'd take the hint, and leave both of their lives forever.
The Polish man had been brought out of his musings by a quiet, tentative knock on the door. Toris had arrived!
Feliks was surprised when he met the girl.
She was stunning; her fashion sense however was rather lacking in Feliks's perspective.
Feliks had also been astonished by the spark that he'd felt upon seeing her, usually only Toris could cause that feeling with in Feliks.
"Feliks, this is Natalya. Natalya, this is Feliks." Toris introduced them.
Even her name sent thrills down Feliks's spine, but that could have been the way that Toris had said it.
Feliks eagerly introduced Natalya to all of Feliks and Toris's old traditions, though he felt his shyness kick in at the thought of confessing to the both of them.
"Is Feliks always like that?" Natalya tried not to laugh; Feliks had brought a smile on her face with his silly antics, and his feminine nature.
"Yes, he is." Toris was surprised at how well they had got along; Natalya and Feliks were complete opposites!
"I like him." She confessed as she wondered how come Feliks had nearly made her blush a handful of times with out knowing it; it had mostly been out of embarrassment.
She also wondered how he could make her feel almost exactly the way that Toris had made her feel.
Toris awoke to a phone call the next morning.
"Would you and Natalya like to go out withj me today?" Feliks nearly died at his own word choice.
"I'd have to ask her." Toris answered him.
Feliks was relieved that Toris hadn't seemed to find anything wrong with the way that Feliks had worded the question.
The days seemed to fly by; they had been full of Feliks style makeovers, Natalya, and Toris.
Feliks was content, but he couldn't let them go to Belarus to visit Natalya's family with out confessing, could he?
"Toris, Natalya. Would you um like totally go out with me? I uh like totally love you both." Feliks hid behind his hands as his face turned bright red.
He was prepared for rejection, and not at all prepared for what he recieved.
"Yes." Natalya kissed one of the Polish man's red cheeks.
Toris smiled gently, and whispered his, "Yes."
Feliks could not recall a day that had made him as happy as he was on that day.