His face is still covered in flour, I feel bad.

But not really, because he smeared icing all over mine.

I guess he’s kind of good looking.

Who am I kidding, he’s gorgeous.

God he just glanced at me

Do I still have icing on my face?

I’m pretty sure everything’s clean, but he keeps staring.

Cake’s in the oven, I wonder how it’s baking.

He’s still looking at me, what the hell?

“Is there still stuff on my face?” I ask.

He chuckles and his face blushed.

“You have beautiful eyes, you know that?” He said.

What?

Why would he say that?

How could anyone just say that?

Does he like me?

Or does he just say that to anybody?

What should I say to him

I should pretend I didn’t hear him

He keeps staring at me

Stop staring at me my heart is jumping out

No he doesn’t like you you stupid idiot

You’re nothing

Why would anybody like you

Stop overthinking it

God I like him but he probably doesn’t know or care

Whatever

I’m over it

He doesn’t like me

He probably thinks I’m weird

I’m the worst

I’m the biggest nerd ever

What the hell

Why is he standing next to me

Back off

Okay he smells good

Okay…

Wait

Huh

Is he

He is isn’t he

He’s freakin kissing me

I want to float

It’s over

“Um, do you wanna go out with me?” He asks.

I nod my head like a wind-up toy. I’m at cloud 9.