Felix glanced over to you and you can't help but let out an embarrassed giggle. Really, Mark? Going to do this to you?! He knows how much this means to you. Felix has been there since the very start. The very start of it all, really.
When you left home a couple years back, and went on to live with your life, this sadness and anxiety you once had when you hadn't felt in a year, came back. At times in your life, things for you got really tough. You had just gotten out of a relationship with a man you loved dearly, but he was someone who treated you like complete crap. Although, at the time, you were infatuated by him.
He moved away for months and basically things went down hill. Every word out of his filthy mouth was a foul lie. At a point? He broke your trust to a point you had to take counselling for the pain he left on you.
At this time, only PewDiePie and your couple friends you had could help you, without causing pain. Marshall helped, but his help was all a lie, illusion, faked feelings!
You hated even his name to on your mind. He was probably the worst mistake of your entire—!
"(Y/n)?" A voice called your name.
"What is it Mars-?!" You snapped sharply, but then stopped yourself and shot your eyes back up realizing who you were talking to. You felt this rush of guilt fill throughout you.
"I.. What?" Felix's voice seemed to flood happiness back into you.
"I am so sorry!" Your voice cracks and you stand up quickly, holding your hands behind your back. You can feel Felix staring at you as you look down for the moment being. You decide to get yourself together and make a smile. "Would you like to look around now?" You ask pleasantly.
Felix continues to stare at you with this blank look as your eyes make contact. He looked like he had just seen something he'd never want to encounter again. It would usually be okay, but this wasn't like him reacting to a game this way, it was him reacting to you. You swear under your breath.
"If you're up to it then, yeah, I really would." Felix's voice sounds uncertain as he looks to his own hands and removed himself from his seat. You nod and the two of you walk out of the kitchen.
".. And this is my room." You laugh, stumbling into your own room. You had just shown just about every room to Felix, and he tried to be as perky as he could be about each room, which you found extremely cute.
"Ah, this must be the best room in the house then?" He chuckles, walking up to your side and inside your room.
"Eh, not really, but it's mine."
"That means it has to be the best!" He laughs, beginning to wander around and look at your shelves that were filled of jars, sketchbooks, novels, novelties and merchandise. You smiled at the Swedish man as he smiled at a plush of his pug, Maya.
As he was wandering, your eyes caught your journal. It was open on your dresser, which he was about to approach, so you quickly rushed over and snatched it up.
"Sorry, this shouldn't be out." You mumble, closing the journal and holding it close to you. Felix looked over to you, but just kind of laughed it off.
"Something to hide?" He smirks, and you give him this look that says "Shh."
"Fine! I see how you roll." The dirty-blonde shrugs.
"Let's just go to where you'll be staying? It's the room beside this one." You smile, putting the journal back on the shelf and you head out of the room. Felix follows you close behind.
Your hallway is filled with Mark's and your drawings and the lights are dim. You quickly go to open the door, using a key you had grabbed earlier during your little tour, and opened the door. After, you handed the key to Felix and entered the room.
"Here you go." You say cheerily as you both entered the monotone room. It was very "casual" compared to the rest of the house. The windows had a nice maroon curtain, and the walls were a dark turquoise with a wallpaper border around the heater of lines. The room overall was completely neat and tidy and the bed was agreed between you and Mark to be the comfiest in the whole house.
"Wow." Is all Felix manages to say. Was he upset with the room? Or- "it's amazing. Thanks so much!"
Your eyes widen as he approaches the bed and let's his hand feel the sheets.
"I.. Mark and I agree it's the best bed in the house."
"I'm sure! It's very soft." He chuckles. Your face fills up with red and Felix turns.
"Thank you so much, it means a lot to me. I swear I won't be here long either."
You go to say something but his phone goes off. It's the first time it has in the whole time you had been with him. You'd expect it to maybe go off at least more than that, for he was Pewdiepie, but no.
He pulls out his phone and looks at it, turns it back off and then stuffs it back in his pocket.
His face had dropped.
"Felix?.. Are you okay?" You ask, slowly approaching him. He looks mad and his hands made fists, but he shook it off.
"I'll be fine! Just need some sleep. Thanks again." He grinned as he quickly slid into the white, warm bed.
"I-" is all that manages to come from you, but you make words quickly after. "Okay.. I'll let you be for a bit."
"Thank you." He yawns as you make your way to the door. You give him one last glance before exiting, but, he was turned back-faced to you. You sigh and let the door close behind you.
You lean against the door, feeling kind of like you must've done something to have him shove you off so quick.
You had maybe a million reasons running throughout your head until you hear a mumble. Slowly, you turned and leaned your ear onto the door.
"You can't just kick me out of our own house!"