Recipe for Love {BoyxBoy} [ON HOLD TEMPORARILY]

Can't handle the heat? Get outta the kitchen!

He's nommy... I mean really lip-smackingly delicious... To me, anyway! I hated working the morning shift at the canteen, but knowing I'd get chance to gawp at the chef for a few hours made it all worth while!

"Morning, Kitchen Bitches!" I cooed, bursting through the door, "The fun has arrived!"

Everyone laughed and Carmel, the assistant manager, asked if I'd slept well. I had. Immensely well, actually! I was wide awake and ready to work. And stare at Stuart, of course.

He smiled at me; that perfect, heart-melting smile that gives me goosebumps every time one shines my way. God, I'm sick... I waved at him across the kitchen and started helping Kyle wash the pots. I say 'help', but I tend to just get in the way. He has his system, you see. God forbid should anyone mess with it. I sometimes put things in places I know will annoy him, wait for him to look at me with those narrowed eyes, and scream "Don't fuck with the system, bitch!" before running away before he launches a mug at my head. S'all good!

So there I was, hindering Kyle, when I absentmindedly found myself starting hum a song. A very baaad song. Stuart's in a band! Did I mention that? He plays bass guitar and they're really good, but he doesn't talk about it.

More importantly, he doesn't know that I know. And if he ever heard me humming or singing one of their songs I'd have to explain. I doubt the fact I was stalking his Facebook, looking for pretty pictures, then ended up on the band's MySpace, looking for pretty pictures, then ended up listening to songs, would go down all that well... But maybe that's just me!

So, naturally, I burst into a beautifully harmonious rendition of Barbie Girl when he approached. Smooth. He avoided eye contact but I could see him smirking so moved closer in order to nudge him with my hip as I sang and danced. He moved.

Thrusting my hip sideways, I collided with the shelf we kept the pans on and knocked a few off, one hitting me square in the forehead as I looked upwards in horror. Cursing loudly, I jumped up and down, causing another pan to fall on top of my head. Cursing again, I kicked the sink unit.

Between snorts and laboured breaths, Kyle asked if I was okay. I mumbled a response and stormed off outside. The pain and the embarrassment had made me all hot and sweaty - not attractive - and I needed to cool down.

Sitting on the fire escape steps, I rubbed both my forehead and the top of my head to try and ease the throbbing, to no avail.

"You okay, mate? Take these," a voice instructed. I looked up to see Stuart stood holding a bag of frozen peas.

"Thanks," I pouted, taking the bag and placing it on my head. Lady Gaga, eat your heart out!

"You really are clumsy, you know. I'm surprised your parents let you out of the house."

"I know," I sighed, "That's neglect for ya!"

Stuart laughed and sat next to me on the stairs. He asked what I was doing later. Both surprised and caught a little off-guard I replied simply and suspiciously; "Why?"

"I'm going Christmas shopping but don't really know my way around town. I've not been here long. Fancy giving me a hand?"

"I suppose," I replied, unnervingly high pitched, trying to avoid displaying my true feelings. I think "Fuck, yeah!" may have scared him off a little. We arranged a place and time to meet and went about our normal day. Well, as normal as I can manage...