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Felix stared out his window with a sad look. His facial expression was probably more gloomy than the weather outside. Yesterday, it was sunny and had a small breeze but it was pouring and heavy rain. 
                          
He looked towards the house across from him, which was Changbin's house, and saw the male's curtins open. He sighs as he closes his curtains before he got out of the bed. He walked over to his school bag and took out his sketchbook. 
                          
He walked over to where his hanging chair was and slowly sat down, smiling as it lightly swang. He grabbed the blanket that was neatly folded on the table next to him. He sat criss-cross in the chair and laid the blanket over his lap. He grabbed the pencil that was in the painted jar and flipped to the page. 
                          
He started drawing again. 
                          
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Mrs. Lee turned off her car engine and sighs at the pouring rain outside. She grabbed the pizza that was in the passenger seat and exhales; bracing herself for the cold and wetness outside. 
                          
She quickly opened the door, got out, closed the door, and quickly walked to be under the roof. She smiles as she didn't get wet and she took her keys out; unlocking the door. She stepped inside and slipped off her heels, sighing in relief as the pain was gone. 
                          
"Felix! I'm home and brought pizza," She calls as she placed the box of pizza on the counter. She frowns as she didn't hear her son excitedly skipped down the hall. She turned around and called again. 
                          
"Lix! Food!" 
                          
She was a bit taken back because Felix loved to eat. She started to panic and she took her purse off; setting it on the counter. "Felix...Felix this isn't funny," She says as she started walking towards her son's room. She reached the room and twisted the doorknob but it wouldn't budge. 
                          
"Felix! Open the door!" 
                          
The sound of the front door opening. She ran over to see her husband who quickly stopped. "Is everything alright, honey?" He asks. "F-Felix's door won't open and h-he won't answer my calls," She says. 
                          
His eyes widen and he dropped his bag. He quickly ran to the kitchen and dug through a drawer. He found the needed key and ran back over. He arrived and quickly unlocked the door to Felix's room, swinging the door open. 
                          
His wife pushed him aside and walked over to her son. "Felix?" She calls as she ran her finger's through Felix's hair. Felix stirred and his eyes fluttered open. "Hi...what's wrong?" He asks as he sits up, noticing the distressed look on both his parents' faces. 
                          
They didn't answer and pulled him off the chair, hugging him tightly. He smiles and hugs back, not really understanding what was going on. "You had us worried," His dad says. Felix looked at him confused. "But...I was just taking a nap," He says as he looks to his chair. 
                          
"Your door was locked," His mom says, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. His cheeks turned pink from embarrassment. "I guess I forgot I locked it," Felix says. She chuckles and ruffles his hair. "It's okay. I brought pizza." 
                          
He smiles brightly and quickly left the room. Mrs. Lee smiles and went over to his chair, stopping it from swinging widely and grabbed the blanket. She folded it and sets it on the end table, as well as the notebook. She marked it and closed it; taking no looks since she knows not to intervene with her son's privacy.