I woke up to the smell of frying bacon. I got up and trudged downstairs, following the smell. I saw Felix cooking a breakfast of pancakes, hash browns, and bacon. He saw me and smiled.

"Well, hello there, sleepyhead." He said slyly.

I gave him a playful roll of the eyes and went over to him.

"This looks great," I said, gesturing to the frying bacon.

"I know, right? My cooking skills are beast!"

We both knew that this wasn't true at all, so we chuckled.

"No, seriously, how did you not burn the pancakes?" I asked.

"My secret." He said, grinning.

We sat down at the table and had a delicious meal of pancakes and bacon. When we finished, Felix went over to his computer and checked his email. He gasped when he opened one of them.

"What?" I asked.

"I just received an email asking if I wanted to go to the Catacombs and record my reactions for $2,000!" he exclaimed.

"You should do it!" I said. "It'll be fun, and I'm sure the Bros would love it!"

He pondered this for a moment, and replied with a nod of his head.

"Great!" I said. "When do we leave?"

"Uh…" he said as he checked the email for the specifics. "We leave… tomorrow, and all costs will be covered."

"Okay, then we need to get packing!" I playfully ruffled Felix's hair and ran off to pack. I looked up the weather in Paris and saw that it would be frigid from dawn to dusk. I shivered at the thought and threw in several sweaters. I also packed jeans, leggings, and a semi-formal skirt and blouse just in case. I added some scarves and hats, too. Then, I went downstairs to inform Felix that he had to start packing.

He quickly switched screens. "Hold on, I'm still sending the reply," he said as he made a new draft and started typing.

I raised an eyebrow and turned away. There was something he wasn't telling me. I turned away and pretended to go back up the stairs, but really stayed at the bottom. I watched his screen carefully. He switched back to whatever he had been doing before I interrupted him. I tiptoed closer and squinted at the screen.

Facebook. I silently sighed and prayed that he wasn't talking to Vanessa. I eyed the screen closer. Dang it, it was Vanessa! I had had enough of this secrecy; this refusal to tell me about what was going on. I didn't mind if he hung out with someone else; but when he tried to keep it secret, it made me mad. I stomped up to Felix and he tried to change windows again.

"Stop it, Felix," I said angrily.

I could practically hear his heart skip a beat.

He gulped and turned around to face me.

"I know what you're doing." I hissed.

"Uh… would you believe that I was still writing that reply?" he stuttered.

I glared at him and he shrunk down in his seat.

"You were talking to Vanessa. Why?" I asked.

"Uh…"

"And more importantly, why are you trying to hide this from me? I don't mind if you are just hanging out with her, but if you are cheating on me, t-then…" I blinked back tears. "We're o-over," I said, trying to maintain a straight face.

"I-"
"Plus, you're supposed to be sending that email! What's going on, Felix?" I choked. "No more secrets! We live together, for God's sake!"

He took a deep breath and sighed. "Y-you know I love you, Marzia," he said. "More than anything. I w-would never ever cheat on you in a million years. I just met Vanessa for the first time in years, so… We just wanted to catch up, talk about stuff, you know?"

"That still doesn't explain why you're hiding this from me." I said sternly.

"I thought you would be pissed…" he said sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

"Pinkie swear to never underestimate me again?" I asked.

"I swear. I pinky fucking swear." He said as we locked pinkies.

"Alright, now come upstairs and pack." I grabbed his hand and yanked him up the stairs.

He packed his things, and then we both sat down on the bed and looked at each other.

"We should probably go downstairs," I said awkwardly.

"Uh, sure," he said. He got up and offered me a hand. I took it happily and we walked back downstairs, hand in hand.