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But... as yours truly grabbed the freshly made spaghetti, I saw it coming. It had been almost a month since I tripped/fell over so it was about time for something disastrous to happen. I had been so mesmerized by his smile, I tripped on some water that was spilt on the floor, because I was somehow blind and disregarded the 'Caution hot sign'. Now you've done it. Sizzle went the sauce, gah went myself, ouch went Thomas and swish went the floor.

With a clatter and a 'oof', my feet slid from beneath me and I just had to grab onto Thomas, accidentally pulling him down by the collar with me, the contents of the bowl raining down on us. Spaghetti rain. We both fell onto the ground, although Thomas being the gentleman(he had no choice though) took the fall(again) for me, slightly. Once again, emphasis on slightly. I am such a jerk.

On impact, I rolled over(taking him with me as I was still grabbing his shirt) and we tumbled around until I was ironically, on top of him, my head once again resting on his collar bone. It was only now, I realized how well muscled he was. Shut up, inner me whined. This was how I met him around a month ago, with my chocolate brown eyes staring into his luscious cinnamon. We gazed into each other's eyes. They looked like hazel caramel, under the dazzling light. On that second thought, way to go Julia. You've done it, again. Fail at life. I deserve a round of applause. 

Awkward.

We both untangled ourselves, both equally stunned and shocked. Spaghetti laced through my brown brown plaits and red stains splattered all over my white shirt. I repeat. White. Shirt. I am dead. It just had to be spaghetti. It couldn't be water or some other not-very-obvious-staining-thingy. I peeled away a strand from my Dutch plaits, not knowing will what to think. We both looked like a confetti party gone wrong. There were a few very awkward seconds that slipped by, everyone had stopped to stare at us.

F.M.L

Eventually everyone melded back into whatever they had been talking about leaving me looking like a tomato, wrapped in spaghetti. On a second thought.... Spaghetti, tomatoes and bolognaise sauce. It was totally face palm worthy. *author face palms*

Thomas-, was examining himself curiously although he somehow , don't ask me how, still managed to pull of looking cute and handsome with bolognese sauce dripping from his hair. Why I couldn't I look like that when I had sauce drizzled onto my head? Why? Oh yeah, cause he is hot and I am not. His mess wasn't as bad as mine as I had basically tipped the bowl onto myself. I fail in life so bad I'm now a deemed professional.

But when he glanced at me he started chuckling to himself, amusement evident in his smile and eyes. I found myself flushing and said a little annoyed,"what?" 

His laugh, was beautiful in it's own beautiful way; I would have found myself heart-struck, if it hadn't been aimed at me. And he came over, still laughing at something. I fumed quietly, my face as crimson as the bolognaise sauce itself. I can't believe I loved him. He could be so.... Annoying sometimes. Boys.

"What"? I asked using my 'duh' voice, crossing my arms to attempt to cover the splatter stains.

Thomas's face softened, a mischievous glint barely visible within-dang it. I'm always looking at those eyes. Resist Julia. He smirked that signature smirk and slowly stretched out a hand to my face. My mind went into over drive. Gasp, what was he doing? I mean, I didn't mind him doing it but what was he doing? His face was inches from my now, my gaze held in that moment. Oh my god.

As I stared at him, I just had enough time to write my obituary.

Name Julia(doesn't want last name to be said)

Ka-boom

Age around 15, although I was technically around 14. Never mind.

Ka-boom

Achieved A's in English, and passed math with a B+, won 1st place in Cross country 2 years ago.

Ka boom

Died from a heart attack while talking to insanely good-looking boy/friend and being stupidly dressed up in spaghetti and bologanise 

Ka boom

Please past all funds towards mum, and spare cousin Lesly that doll she aways wanted. Don't touch my laptop.

Ka boom

"You have something on your cheek." 

And I thought that voice couldn't get anymore, dare I say... Sexy. 

So many 'inappropriate' thoughts raced through my mind.

And those fingers brushed my cheek delicately and... pulled away a strand of pasta. Not the most romantic appetizing thing

Then I smiled into his eyes and laced my hands around the crook of his neck. Drawing myself ever closer, I murmured into his cheek," and you have spaghetti on your lips". 

I felt like I was in a dream. And I rose on tip toe to meet him even closer. The background noise faded away into nothing which only tempted me more... It was just him. Him and me. Me and him. And we drew ever so closer, my mind shutting down and telling me... Telling me this may be my first kiss...