Test Tube POV:

After what happened in the morning, I felt like a flustered mess, thinking about his warm touch, his hand in mine, I thought about him kissing me too, I thought about us... I wasn't paying attention. I started drawing on my papers, which I haven't done since  I was in sixth grade "Test Tube- oh hey, what are drawing?" Paintbrush asked "AH!" I shouted and blushed, covering up my paper "Ooh, where you drawing Fan!?" Paintbrush asked "NO!" I yelled and blushed "Lighty! Look at this, I think Test Tube's a simp" Paintbrush snickers "O-okay, maybe I am but... He has such a warm touch and he's funny, and-" I start "Who is?" Fan asks from behind "NO ONE!" I shout and blush "Come on, Test Tube, we have next period together" Paintbrush says and grabs my arm "Uh, bye Fan!" I say and stumble over my words "Bye Test Tube!" Fan says and sets his backpack down on his chair. The chair falls to the weight and his stuff falls out of his backpack "Damnit!" Fan exclaims. I chuckle and blush. Love feels like a mess...