At first I was going to wait until we were done eating the pancakes to talk. Then I thought maybe we could talk while we ate. But I wanted to try and talk sooner, I felt that what ever we were going to talk about was important. So maybe while we cook we can talk? Yes- cooking and talking, talking and cooking. I think it will work.

I didn't want to say anything right away, so I waited a bit. I was thinking I could just go right up next to him, and ask if I could help with anything. I could help out, and start up the whole talking part. As it turned out, I have really quiet steps, because Matt had not idea that I was next to him.

So, when I asked, "Can I help?" he flinched and knocked over the bag of flour on me. I gasped and looked down at my now white-as-a-ghost, flour covered self.

Well of course I had to get some pay back!

I scooped up some of the flour from the bag and threw it at him. He was surprised, but was quick to throw a hand full of brown sugar my way. I tried to duck, but it still got in my hair. This is a time when I wish I had short hair, but I don't, so it got tangled in it in a way I didn't think could even work.

When I stood back up, I'm sure my face held a devilish grin because I picked up a egg from the carton. I held it for a moment, my arm raised ready to throw, so I could see his eyes widen before I threw. The egg hit his chest right where his heart is, and he fell to the ground-pretending that he was shot.

I went to see if he was really ok, but that was a mistake. He had taken the salt shaker down with him, and I had to close my eyes and cover my head because he stood up suddenly and was shaking salt in my hair. Well I would be washing it anyway...

Now we were both covered in ingredients and giggling like little girls. But that wasn't the end of it! I threw more flour, he threw an egg. So reply with an egg. I find some powered sugar, and that gets thrown around. He gets hands on the the whisk, and I get some pancake batter down the back of my shirt as I was going for a stick of butter. I rip off chances of butter to throw at him.

He slipped on a chunk of the butter that missed him, and he landed by the fridge. He wasn't hurt though, he just got up and opened the fridge. I ceased my firing of butter chunks while he was shielded by the fridge's silver door. I wish I had a shield!

When the door closed, he was armed with a bottle of (fake) maple syrup. I somehow knew he was using the fake instead of the real stuff on purpose. He was Canadian after all. He was also armed with syrup, and he didn't seem as if he was afraid to use it.

I got covered! Head to toe I was simply syrupified. I took a few step forwards and grabbed the little bottle of lemon juice. I stepped forward again and dumbed some on his head. That only stopped the spray of syrup for a bit because he was at it again in no time. Ug! I was mad, but still giggling and smiling for no reason.

Then in attempt to get the syrup bottle from him I lunged forward. I got it, but I couldn't use it because we slipped in the mess that was the kitchen floor, and he fell on top of me. Again. My giggle fit ended, as did his, and we just awkwardly stared into each other's eyes. His eyes were so cool! They were purple and I just couldn't pull my eyes away from them.

I knew I was blushing, and I knew it would go away if we got up, but I didn't want him to. I liked how warm he was, and I like the pressure of his weight. It was comforting even though we both were covered in a disgusting mix of pancake ingredients.

Then it just happened. I think I was expecting it, wanting it, or even needing it to happen. I didn't think about it, though for everyone else I did. He was just so easy to be with but when we had all that awkward silence, one would think I must have know by then but I still didn't understand.

I didn't understand before that I liked him. I liked Matt in that way. Then when he kissed me, and I realized what was going on. He wasn't mad at me when I didn't see him for so long, he was probably feeling hurt. But the important part is that he kissed me!

I was going to put in the talking bit, I really was-but then I had to babysit yesterday, and babysit some more today... and all tomorrow. so talking will occur saturday :) yes, I am going to continue a bit more!