I feel the red snaking its way up to my cheeks. The uneasiness in my stomach is definitely not butterflies. Aren't those supposed to be happy and flying and, well, not in your stomach? If I had to compare my nausea to any sort of insect I'd choose a parasite. Maybe a tapeworm or whatever bug feeds off this morning's Eggos. I'm not your average girl. I can't compare these feelings to butterflies and magic and whatever other twisted, sparkling shit this stuff gets compared to. I've never had to deal with the uncomfortable shift in temperature and blood pressure when I hear my phone's "Ascending Charms" ringtone announcing the reception of a text message. I've never had to think twice about what I'm going to say.
All of that's changing. It's like I care or something. It's like I... no I can't even say the words, it's too embarrassing. But then again everything else is changing so drastically. What the hell, right? Wrong. Now I can't think straight? What is this? Could it be? Has my time finally come? Is it possibly possible? Do I maybe... sort of... just a little, little bit...like someone?
No.
Ridiculous.
Impossible.
Shit.
My heart keeps stopping for a second then starting back up. And I swear it's pumping blood ten times faster than before. I'm about to work up a sweat just by pushing a few buttons on a phone! Am I having a series of mini heart attacks? Make it stop. No. I kind of like it. Take that back. Take it BACK!
And this is what girls have to deal with on daily basis.
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