These Little Wonders

When Brendon woke up that morning he didn't expect to see Felix in bed with him.

She never really struck him as the type of person to stick around to see the next morning.

So when he rolled over that morning to an empty bed he wasn't so surprised.

Out of curiosity though he glanced at his palm and there, written in ink, was Felix's scratchy handwriting.

Sorry I ditched again, school beckoned.

Words can't explain how grateful I am.

Meet me in the park at three?

I'll bring food.

P.S. You're a great pillow.
The prospects of seeing Felix so soon made Brendon's heart beat faster than usual, not something uncommon at the thought of Felix.

He was so excited he almost didn't see the numbers written on his hand.

Her number.

Remembering what Felix said last night about how people were lucky if they knew her name gave him that funny feeling in his stomach knowing she gave him her number.

Brendon glanced over at the clock on his bedside table, realizing he had slept till two and had an hour to get ready at meet Felix.

With waking up in the middle of the night and staying awake till two a.m. just holding Felix, it wasn't a surprise he hadn't woken up till then.

The thought of staying in bed a little longer was tempting, especially with the sheets still smelling faintly like Felix, but Brendon knew he'd never get out of bed if he didn't do it now.

After a quick shower Brendon threw on the nearest shirt, a red one, and slipped on some jeans.

He was so anxious to see Felix he almost forgot to grab his hoodie and keys on the way out the door.

The walk toward the park was chilly, winter fast approaching as fall faded each day.

With the sudden drop in temperature the park was lacking in its usual madness of people, the few there being the weirdest and generally most stereotypical.

Brendon didn't have to wander far as he caught sight of familiar pink haired girl sitting on a park bench.

Next to her were a few boxes, obvious take out, and in her hands she clutched an issue of the National Inquirer.

"What's going on in the world of the tabloids?" Brendon asked coyly.

Without looking up Felix answered. "Bigfoot is cheating on his wife with Anna Nicole's ghost."

"Can Bigfoot's marry?" He asked curiously.

Felix folded the paper and put it down. "Only in California."

Brendon muttered something about Bush as he sat down next to her and grabbed a Styrofoam bowl of something.

Felix kissed his cheek as she handed him a spoon.

With a blush Brendon opened the container, noting instantly that it wasn't Chinese food.

"What is this?" He asked her, serving some of it up on his spoon.

"Thom Ka soup, it's Thai." She replied, grabbing a box of her own.

He still wasn't sure of it, trusting Felix enough not to poison him but still nervous about its contents.

"It's completely vegetarian Bren, I made sure of that." Felix said, somehow knowing his thoughts.

He was about to ask how she knew he was vegetarian when she answered before he could.

"When you bought the Chinese food, there wasn't any meat dishes, and your fridge when I made you breakfast had no meat. No one who eats meat has fake nuggets in their fridge."

At her explanation Brendon was impressed with her observational skills, even though she could have figured that out off of Wikipedia.

They fell into a comfortable silence eating their food and watching the kids playing.

The childhood happiness and the moment was ruined by a well groomed woman in her thirties quickly rushing up and grabbing her kids from the swings.

"Come on we need to hurry and get you to your ballet lessons and then Taylor needs to get to his soccer practice and after that..." She trailed off, getting out of earshot.

"Man I hate soccer mom's like that, don't you?" Brendon asked, not really conscious of his statement till Felix replied.

"Nope, I don't hate."

Brendon turned to her, somewhat surprised.

"What? How is that possible?"

She shrugged. "I just don't hate. There's enough of it out there already and I've contributed enough to it. It's just a waste of energy."

Still Brendon was in shock and pursued the conversation.

"But don't those people come along that just drive you insane, like those soccer moms?"

Felix merely glanced at him innocently. "I always manage to find something to like about them. It's hard for me to hate someone after that."

"So you're saying that soccer mom's, and possibly many other living stereotypes out there don't bother you?"

She answered with a shake of her head.

"How can soccer moms not bother you?" He continued, losing sight of the original point of the conversation.

He stopped caring about the soccer moms and was more determined to understand Felix as best he could.

"Simple. I find something about them that I can relate to. For instance look, they obviously love their kids enough to give them as many options as they can for the future. It may be a little stifling and smothering with love but that's what childhood is like."

Brendon watched as she paused to slurp some more noodles from a container next to her.

"After that it ceases to exist; I think I'd be happy with that one memory of when I was truly loved that I could think back to when things are bad than none at all."

Brendon was floored.

"Okay, what about terrorists in Iraq, the people bombing and taking Americans lives?"

The topic of debate he'd half listened to on an episode of The Daily Show popped into his head, giving him further fuel as he attempted to understand more of the Vegas strip seraphim next to him.

"We're taking their people's lives too. If the roles were reversed wouldn't you do the same?"

"But they threatened us! They put us in danger and took thousands of innocent lives, it was only natural!" Brendon sputtered, unsure of where his words came from.

Calmly Felix replied. "Think back to Hiroshima. We attacked them and took thousands of innocent lives too. Thing is they're still suffering for it. What makes us so self righteous as to do that and turn our back and do the same thing?"

Brendon paused, unable to reply, Felix however continued.

"Look, there are two things in the world I make it a point to avoid; politics and religion, they cause the most damage. We both have different opinions, it's what makes us human. Just enjoy the fact we're exercising our right to believe what we believe."

Brendon was surprised to see her grinning.

While they continued sitting there he couldn't help but notice all the valid points she made.

He had never really seen this side of Felix... and he liked it, he liked her more and more.

"It's like despite everything you can still see the good in the world... I've never met anyone like you, that can continue being positive in life. It's beautiful... you're beautiful."

He was rambling now, Felix could tell, but it was something that made her stomach do that flippy thing when she was with him.

"Hey Brendon, do you ever consider our outings together as just that or more than that?"

With a gulp he found his words, despite the fact he knew she was onto him and his feelings.

"I'd like to think they were more than that... but I'd never put that pressure on you." Brendon replied.

"There wouldn't be, I like you too much."