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“shit. like, holy shit. amira shacklebolt. you mean the person on who i have the biggest crush of my life? they’re not feelings. at least, i don’t want them to be feelings. let’s be real, she’d never reciprocate them. and fuck, they are feelings. i can’t lie to you; not right now. i can’t stop thinking about her, and i hate it. her lips, her face, her eyes, her hair; i can’t get it out of my head. i can’t get her out of my head, and i don’t get it. i’m not supposed to feel this way. i’m iris fucking parkinson, for god’s sake! i don’t do feelings. yeah, i fucking love people, but i don’t fucking grow too attached to them. i’m not dependant or clingy. i have so many friends, and they never expect anything from me, because, guess what! i always skip from friend group to friend group right before it gets too intense. like, i love all my friends with my whole fucking heart and always eventually go back to them, but… it’s easier not to let shit get too real. but with amira? shit’s getting real very fast, and i’m scared. i’m not supposed to feel this way. especially not about my boss’s daughter. which is like, weird. i’m tempted to quit just because it’s weird. also because the internship’s boring as hell, but that’s another story. just… fuck. it’s so much more than physical for me, and i can’t let her know that. don’t you fucking dare tell her.”















