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 I WILL MISS WRITING JULIA's FAILED SARCASM AND THOMAS's ADORKABLE ADORKABLENESS. 

Is ADORKABLE a word? It is now.

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This chapter will be long because I want it to be PERFECTION.

Excuse me while I go cry out my eyes and snack on chips. 

Okay. Clasping hands under the stars where you had a fight a couple minutes ago may have been considered to be awkward but not in my book. Besides, that was exactly what we were doing. Thomas was once again lying down, absentmindedly gazing into the night's sky. I lay beside savoring his soothing scent, not knowing when I would smell it again. It was so unfair. Why did he have to go?

I counted the stars, wondering if he's see the same pair of stars, back in Britain. Back where he came from. Would he see the same stars at night? I hoped so. Stars are something people can not not see. A sentence brought me back.

"You know... That night, after I left from the English assignment..."

"Uh huh?" I'd listen to anything he'd say. Anything.

"I erm... Heard everything."

My face reddened and I looked away in dark shame, the grass pathetically touching my nose. Dang it. 

"And I was really confused," he said looking at the stars. "Because you said I was your... What was it again? Just-about-boyfriend-turned-ex-boyfriend."

He used finger quotes to illustrate his point.

I audibly sighed, and began rambling to nobody. I had always felt this pressure to be forgiven and I couldn't risk anything tonight. Not tonight. Maybe Tomorrow, but not tonight. Definitely not tonight.

"Thomas I am sorry. It's just that everything was going on. And it was going on really well- and then Tina came and you started spacing out and I starting getting all worked up and-"

"What?" He interrupted me, smiling that smile that was so beautiful on his lips.

I cocked my head. "And anyway so I was really happy but then Tina showed up and-"

"What?" He interrupted me, again, those shocked eyes magnified 100 times.

"Huh?"

"Tina?"

I scoffed a little. "Yeah her... Why?" The untold emotion singed my voice.

Those eyes grew even larger as he turned to face me. I was drowning in a river of Amber. Drowning. Thomas shook his head repeatedly, looking incredulous. "You.... You.... Thought Tina and I... Were a-a thing?" He couldn't piece his words together.

I cringed awkwardly under his hard stare. "Well... It... Looked like it..."

Drowning. But drowning in beautiful amber eyes. Happily. So so happily.  His eyes held that glint of amusement and secrecy I had grown to love. They were now glazed with shock with pure shock. Thomas composed himself, struggling to keep a smirk from forming on his lips; all the while musing his hair.

"Julia... That would be incest."

"No. What?" What? What? What?

"Tina is m-my... Sister."

Woah. Whoa. Whoa. Oh. My. God. I had fought with him... Over his sister?! I had been jealous... over his sister?!

Excuse while I go die in a dark hole. It all made sense now. Tina had always looked like him.

Always cared about him. Sister. It took a while for me to process that.

"Thomas..."

He amusedly laughed it off, shrugging. It didn't matter. Not anymore. I could have sworn he was laughing.

My dignity leaked away from me, my stubborn side leapt blindly to save me from the deep drop-

"But... Why didn't you tell me."

He smirked. "Well... You never gave me the chance to."

-And I couldn't reach the cliff edge before gravity took me down. See what I mean? Where is the wind when you actually need it?

"She wasn't in the car with me that day. And since... She always was very... Protective. Bordering on... Stalkerish." He looked at me with a straight face. 

Excuse while I bury my now dead body.

Excuse while I drag his down with me. Our game of sweet and sour never really was finished.

"Well... I heard things to. Your uncle really wanted to tell your story. And don't worry, I think you looked adorable in the bath when you were 3. "

His face moulded into a vibrant shade of beetroot, indescribably the expression of dark humiliation.

"I'm gonna kill him now."

I laughed quietly. Something caught in my throat. I had something else to tell him. I had to. So I did. "Thomas... You have taught me a lot of things." He laughed.

I frowned. "No- stop laughing! I am dead serious. Stop laughing! Okay... Anyway so I was saying you have taught me many things."

God, why was this so much easier to say in chick flicks?! Because... My life is not a chick flick.

"Okay... Such as?" His eyes went skyward, he really was stubborn.

"Well... You have taught me more than you know." I started counting off my fingers, spouting things off my mind.

"You have taught me:

Here is a LONG list. Bear with her. Please.

'How some boys can be so insanely modest, it's annoying.

How British people are awesome.

How to have amazing improv skills.

How to paint some nice flowers... Shut up.

How to look cute with smiles and rolling up sleeves... I wasn't staring. No Thomas, I wasn't.

How to look cute in spaghetti bolognaise

How to find someone's favorite color

How to find a math formula to linear equations

How are transformations of kinetic energy explained

How all true friends are in fact true friends

How how to edit a heart garland

How to sing beautifully and play guitar

How to make someone smile even after their ears vomited in PE.

How to 'graciously' accept your mum jokes

How to dance

How a quiff can look so insanely awesome

How to drive to a restaurant in style

How to be oblivious to flirting... Yes, Thomas. She was flirting. Period

How to scare the sky out of Evelyn and Sam

How to scare the sky out of me

How to fall asleep during an English test... Adorably as well. Yes Thomas... Adorably. Shut your mouth.

How to bake red velvet cupcakes

How to decorate red velvet cupcake

How to wash off red coloring dye... No I wasn't staring at you. No, Thomas... You're killing me.

How to never give up in a race

How to do parkour while running away. Too soon? Okay.

And last of all, how to not clumsily trip and knock over a cute British boy. Because there is a big, huge chance you may like that boy. And sometimes... Just sometimes... That boy may like you back." I summed up my list with a smile.

"Like?" Those amber eyes were locking up my heart again. I wonder where the key was. I wanted to destroy it for good.

I was blushing. Crud, I was blushing.

"Any better word to describe it?" I dared him... To say the L-word.

Say it.

He silently flushed even redder. Was it possible to have a the darkest shade of redder turn even darker? Well... Behold, the living evidence.

He cleared his throat. "Erm... Can't argue with that logic."

I needed some more prodding. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Okay?" His voice was unsure, confused, scared even.

Saying this was harder enough. "I want you to kiss me."

His eyes practically leapt out of his sockets. "What?!" My nose spouted even higher into the sky. 

"All princes have to kiss their princesses." So immature of me. Stubborn.

So fine. He didn't kiss me covered in spaghetti. Now he could kiss me under the stars. There was a reason I was wearing Chapstick and not lipstick. See? I thought of everything. Thank me later Tommy. Yeah,  You're welcome. He fumed even harder and cleared his throat several times. Those beautiful eyes were suddenly oh so fascinated with the stars. I stood up and brushed invisible grass from my butt, confidence running through my veins. If this was going to be his last night, I better be getting my perfect first kiss.

Thomas sat up with confusion, his eyebrows knitting together. Panic seized those eyes. "What-what are you doing?"

I smirked this time. "When I have my first kiss( I cleared my throat) I want to be standing. Under a crescent moon, illuminated with stars. And I want my leg to pop."

He stood up. A perfect shade of confusion written on his face. "Pop?"

"In all those romance movies, when they kiss the girl's right heel always knee 'pops' and goes up in a 45 degree angle. It's romantic." I demonstrated to him. I felt drunk. I didn't know why.

He laughed. "You really.... Really are like no girl I have ever seen."

"That's a good thing." Reality was coming back and I was getting embarrassed and impatient. Maybe this romance thing I had planned wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to kiss me. I made circles on the floor with my sneakers, looking down ashamed. "Look if you're not going to kiss me then maybe I should just walk back to-

And then he kissed. Holy shit.

He kissed me. KISSED ME. 

My brain officially shut down and went into hibernation. Thomas was kissing me. My first kiss ever. I froze momentarily and then... And then I melted. Back into a river of amber.Excuse me while I die all over again... Happily. I really did with cardiac arrest of gorgeousness overload. I had been longing to do so.

Drowning in amber eyes.

I don't really know how to describe a kiss... But to sum it up... Beautiful. Awesome. Romantic. Cute. A little awkward. He tasted just like mint and cinnamon, and I breathed in his strong scent. I was too busy remembering the wonderful way it felt. Gah! I really hope my breath didn't stink. Like I said, my life is not a chick flick. 

He whispered something in my ear and I blushed. I can't tell you what he said. It was and is my secret to keep. My life is a cliche chick flick. Wait-never mind.

"I love you." It was small, unmeasured, vulnerable. Beautiful in all it's British stuttering. 

"I love you too." My life is a chick flick. 

I realized it then. We are like paper hearts. Fragile and worn, from the last time we caressed that someone. Slightly crinkled from folding it and hiding it; not able to accept the feelings. I guess it was time I unfolded it once again.

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"Mum, I don't hate you anymore." 

I waited for her reaction. Nothing. I prepared myself.

"My boyfriend and I have learnt that stubbornness can be seen as a good thing."

She stared at me, shocked. The hatred and exhaustion was long gone. Replaced with shock. "If you say so, love." I liked my new nickname and smiled. It was great to no longer fight over the GPS.

"Let's just say I was on a wild chase for love, and now I finally found what I was looking for." Which was true, though I had always known what I was looking for. But finding it, was harder.

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The next day at school. They weren't here. Gone. Back on the plane. I got his text and email. But I wanted to see his face. Touch his face. 

Evelyn and Sam comforted me, as well as the distraught stalker fan girls. I laughed dryly at them. "He's gone ladies. But for the record, he was and still is, mine." I turned around to see Sam and Evelyn... holding hands. The ship has sailed. The unsinkable ship has sailed.  I went to Ms Swop while she was filing away everything and handed her a red velvet cupcake. Home made. By me. She gawked at me. Surprised. Shocked even. 

"I just... Wanted to say thank you for everything." For changing my life in the best possible way. Yes oh yes.

She cocked her head looking confused. Then lipped a smile."Don't forget to do page 13!" Ms Swop's french manicured nails gave me a file. What was in it? Let's just say a ballad. That got an A. Oh, and another one, written by a British boy. A cute British boy.

I think I had just found my new favorite teacher.

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That night I had a dream. I really had been waiting for one. There I was. Woah... I looked different. I was with him, clutching hands and eating a red velvet cupcake, on some grass. The light was fingering through this grove of shadows and touched our shoulders.

Those amber eyes gleamed so brightly, as did I in my brand new floral dress. My hair had grown longer, though I didn't complain when the wind held me back from them. I looked up to the blue sky. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Mother Nature wasn't bad after all. 

I could hear what they/I/him were saying though. For the first time. And we summed it up with a kiss.

"Thomas... Next date I'm paying."

"Next time call me Tom."

"Shut up." My voice was unkind and teasing.

"I was joking! I always liked 'Tommy.'

Another kiss. Sigh. I have learnt, that while red velvet cupcakes can fill your stomach, only love can fill your heart.

I woke up, smiling. 

"Julia! Let's go shopping! I feel like you need a summer dress!" It was my mother, probably screaming from the kitchen. I have decided I like her jokes now, someone special taught me that. 

I smiled slyly to myself. "Just make sure it's floral."

And those paper hearts have indeed caught on fire,

Only this time... with love.

THAT's IT. OH GOD. IT IS OVER. SOBS. 

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