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So... I talked to my mum last night. Over the phone. I didn't normally talk to her but I just had to I tell her about Thomas. But she wasn't very useful at all. She just gave me logical facts about how to know if you had met 'the one'. For example, I would have determined what I thought of him in 4 minutes and this was based on 55% body language, 38% tone of voice and only 7% of what the person is actually saying. I mean that was correct, but that technically the only useful thing I learned from her. Thanks for supporting me, mum. So much for mum goals. I continued to call her throughout the next few days, telling her everything about how Thomas and I slowly grew closer.

But I might as well have been talking to a pot plant, with cow fertilizer. About that situation, Thomas and I were now good friends. And everyday, my heart beat more and more over him. Even in maths, the most boring thing ever where we were doing algebra and I kept thinking: this teacher seriously needs to get a solid relationship cause she has way to many 'x's(exes) and (phone) numbers  in her life. Even in maths. That says ALOT. Okay Julia, stop daydreaming and talking to yourself, focus. Angry teacher alert. What's the point? I was going to fail anyway. Yolo. Anyway back to story.

It was also surprising that he actually wanted to sit next to me. He had so many other people who would have done anything to say hi, and then would have died of happiness afterwards. I noticed he laughed and smirked more often, like he knew a secret I didn't know. He smiled in such a caring way, I felt like that he only ever smiled that way for me. But I had better things to do, such as forever admiring his face, and enjoying all the sweet moments we had before another girl would walk in and take it away.

I also over time, saw little things I hadn't really seen before. I call it admiring from afar, others call it 'stalking'.That slight dimple on his check when his laughed. The way he self consciously ruffled his hair and rubbed his lips when he was thinking. The way he would roll his shoulders at the end of class. How he would frown slightly and look really confused and awkward whenever girls would giggle and in a not-very-obvious way, trap him in a corner. The way he would politely but curtly push them aside and join me in the hallway, a gigantic grin on his face. The way, he would laugh not unkindly whenever I stumbled slightly on my clumsy feet. Even when he stretched his arms awkwardly and would fiddle and struggle to roll up his sleeves for painting. I knew I was being a creep but still, little things matter! Ppsssh.

At the end, the way he would turn around to look at me so cheerfully, a stripe of purple paint on his cheek. Should I tell him he had paint on his face? Guess not. It was a no wonder I found myself drooling dreamily at him while painting flowers in VA. When the bell was about to ring, I was only half finished and Thomas had already handed in his, he received an A+ for it. Afterwards he came up to me, gave a small-lipped endearing smile that shows off his photo-ready white teeth; before handing it to me, as a gift. I melted. Staring at me with a slight smile was a bouquet beautifully-painted fresh roses with a flush of violet. He looked over my shoulder and smirked to himself, sniffling his laugh. Sigh. Now he could see mine. Mine sucked. It was like comparing wholemeal bread with freshly-made rainbow fudge. This is wear we insert the hastag FML. Julia, stop talking to yourself, inner me said. Cute boy/crush/best friend talking to you here.

"Awwww.... You are great at this. They're so beautiful," I said.

"Thanks. The flowers are beautiful", he agreed,"justlikeyou."

I didn't quite get that part. "What?"

"I-I mean", Thomas gulped, turning almost as red as the flowers I had been painting. "Um... I...m-mean-"

Gosh, he was so nervous. "Yes," I pushed further, holding my paintbrush, and wondering what all this was about. 

"Thomas, what is it?" I was getting irritated.

"Um... Um... Asfsgoulgiulyf......"

"Tommy-(DID I JUST CALL HIM THAT?! Whatever.) What??"

"Um. You. Me.... Adgyjtdtsydt...."

This went on for a few more awkward seconds. His mouth was moving and shaping words but with no sound coming out. I could have waited for him to try and piece together a sentence because he looked cute when he was flustered, but he was literally a ball of unravelling nerves. Finally I decided to bail him out by suggesting we grab some lunch, his face color returning back to back to normal, though I felt slightly disapointed and his shoulders slightly slumped.