Hey everyone! Celebrating the end of school(for 2 weeks anyway) So this chap is a starter but the next one will be EPIC!!!! I hope. So please vote and comment and share.

Thanks everyone! K Byee. I love you all so much. =D

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A week later....

We as, in Thomas and I were sitting in the canteen. Arguing. A lot. About what flavor was the best. As usual. It had become a slight daily routine...

"Sweet," I insisted. Leaning in to compensate for his tallness.

"Sour," he stubbornly replied. Ugh. He leaned in as well.

"Sweet," I growled annoyingly. I leaned in even closer, to compensate for the tallness, again.

"Sour,"he fumed back. He leaned in even closer.

"Sweet!" I leaned, my face super close to his. I leaned in to compensate for the compensate for the...

"Sour!" He leaned in even closer sounding exasperated.

"Sweet,"I indignantly hissed leaning even closer. I was so not going down.

"Sour," he responded, leaning even closer. My nose was just about touching his.

"Sweet,"I hissed yet again.

"Sour," he hissed back.

"Sweet!"

"Sour!"

"Sweet!!"

"Sour!!"

"Swee-" I started again.

"Savory," chimed in Myra really randomly from across the table. We broke out of our little fight and stared at her in unison. She gave a shy sheepish smile which I returned. I then grinned victoriously and turned to him just to see him doing the same thing. Our eyes both met and said through telepathic eye balling: my eyes are on you, this is SO not over. Game on. Loser. Ugh I'm not talking to you. Bye bye.

Then I shoveled my fork back into my food, stabbing it violently. Even though I really hated the chicken pie they served. It was just all so chunky, dry and with the peas. Did I mention I hate chick peas? Hmmm... Was there laws against violation on chicken pie and chick peas? Thomas was still staring at me. He was so stubborn, which I guess we had in common. But I really really liked stubborn. Especially on him.

The three of us ate in silence. Then he started singing softly, his hands doing mime piano on the table.

'Goodbye, my almost-lover,

Goodbye my hopeless dream...

I'm trying not think about you...

Can't you just let me be."

I think I just about died. Literally. I had difficulty breathing.

"That was nice singing." I complimented, lying. Because I knew it wasn't nice, it was beautiful. Just like him.

But he frowned, as if I wasn't getting some important message. "Julia, I guess what I trying to say I-"

Then the bell rang. Thomas sighed mid-sentence and then grinned at me with that beautiful trademark smile of his and walked away. I watched as a couple seconds later Shawn hastily went up talking to him about something and giving him a few claps on the back. Myra turned and looked around at me, doing her perfect lecherous eyebrow wiggle. What was up with her? Honestly. So immature. It wasn't like that.

"What?" I started packing my bag and started walking to room 43. I was not in the mood for another chat about this. Leave me alone. Leave me-

"You are so obvious." She mused, as she ran to catch up with me, those long tresses brushing my face.

I scrutinized and turned around. "Can you not?" I said irritated. I knew she was going to bring up the one topic I had been avoidi-

"You should ask him out. Hang out together, nice spaghetti dinner and fix your problem." She made obvious finger quotes on the word problem. I inwardly sighed. If only it was that easy.

"It's harder than you think." I grumbled my arms folded against my chest in the universal sign of: leave me alone. It was a good point though. Despite how good I may have it now, it still wasn't the same. And I always felt a pang of sorrow in the gut when I realized that. I also secretly hoped he could be one that could ask me... But...

I felt a hard shove. Ouch, excuse me? I whirled around infuriated and grumbled at Myra. "Hey! Like who do you think you are!"

A normal person with a normal mindset would cringe but not Myra. She just gave a smug grin and said,"that's more like the Julia I know. Sharp and edgy not droopy and unsure of herself. Your stubborn remember? So be stubborn."

What a awe-inspiring pep talk(sarcastic flat voice), still it made me brighten up slightly. I also felt slightly sorry for her. She had such pretty looks and a nice personality, you'd think she'd be the one in a relationship. Not me. Then I drooped back down to the innermost core of the earth. She had no idea how much it hurt to have your heart broken, and to slowly piece it back together. I sighed and trudged to class, an optimistic Myra lugging me along, devoid of my death stare.

Geography once again wasn't much. The teacher rambled on about something and I struggled to keep my eyes open, picking at flyways on my messy bun. Then thoughts started popping in my mine and I randomly started giggled and mime-picking which memories I liked. Myra looked really concerned for. She probably thought I was mental.

After immense torture and almost drooling on the atlas books and Evelyn, the bell rang. About time. I could sense a white beard growing instead I grabbed Myra and this time, I was the one gleefully frolicking down the hallway. Trust me, not a sight you would normally see. That 1 hour and 10 minutes had given me a lot of time to think. I thought a lot about Thomas... Probably a little but more than I should have. He he.

"What has gotten into you?" Grumbled Myra as I dragged her along, lugging her in and out of the crowd.

I smiled dizzily," what? Don't like it when I'm happy?" My voice was 5 octaves higher. I probably looked like I was drunk, which wasn't even possible.

She tried her best to refrain from rolling her eyes. And failed. "I said you had to be un-not stubborn, not all bubbly, annoyingly optimistic and ditzy. (I flashed the fakery of tamest smiles) Ugh. You remind me of the wiggles."

I rolled my eyes but kept smiling anyway. "Look who's talking." Then I started humming fruit salad and she covered her ears with a:help me look on her eyes. So I sang it louder.

We (well I had to force her) arrived at the cafeteria. I sat on the table my fingers thrumming repeatedly. Myra slumped down next to me, an hour and 10 minutes of grid reference was obviously getting to her. I wondered if you could die of brain overload and fruit salad? Meh.

Then I saw him. Him, walking down the hallway. He may have been surrounded by other people rushing to get through, but through my eyes, he might as well have been walking down a runway shoot. It was a very possible career choice. I waved a little bit too girly, trying to control my hyperventilating inside. He also seemed eager to see me which made me feel a whole lot better... And prepared for this.

"Someone is feeling happy," he smirked, that slight dimple on full display. Myra gave me a wink and slunk away wanting to give us alone-time. I could tell she was ALSO eager to get away from my happiness and fruit salad singing.

We brushed aside the crowd to a less people contaminated area. I was getting really red, all my nervousness feeling top-heavy all of a sudden. I stumbled slightly as I was flustered and he grabbed my arm. I could see how nervous he pretty was as well. You know... He's really cute when he is shy...

"Erm-" we both stuttered in unison. A few more awkward weird seconds... I struggled to string together my words and stammered something like: the Saturday go on a tree date.

"I mean- you go first," Thomas breathed, the stress showing in his eyes. I breathed. In and out. Ask the question. I breathed in and out. Gaddamit. Ask the question! Ask the question!

"I was uh-wondering- I-I mean not w-wondering but j-just thinking that if I mean- if you," I stumbled, I arms doing this weird chicken dance sign language. Not a promising start, Julia.

But Thomas encouragingly smiled, his beautiful beautiful eyes telling me: go on. So I mentally steeled myself and prepared what I think may be the hardest question of my life. No joking. This was only a question, so why was I sweating so much.

"Let me start again. On Saturday would you- I mean, (heavy sigh) c-would you like to, go out with me?" Shit. Shittity shit shit.

"I-I mean like- a dinner or something(shit this was not going as planned! ) like like a day? Do? Det?

"Julia?" He put his warm hands on my shoulders which comforted me. I had the biggest temptation to kiss him.

I sighed my heart vomiting up on my chest," Thomas. Would you like to go out with me, on a date?"