❝ can we talk? ❞

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"Can we talk?"

"Paris? Yeah, what's up?"

"So, I know you like joke a
lot, well I don't know if it's jokes
but you know. Uh, you always say
that like you can't believe we're
hooking up and how my reputation
will taint yours and shit like that and
ugh, I don't know how to say this I
literally never talk about my feelings,
basically what I'm trying to say is when
you say shit like that it like actually hurts
my feelings. I don't care if we're fuck buddies
or dating or if there's any feelings
between us, but feelings or not that shit
hurts. I know I've got a nasty reputation
for shit like plastic surgery I've never gotten,
for promoting eating disorders, for a nasty
cocaine habit which I still don't know where
people got that from since I hardly even smoke
weed let alone smoke crack, but ya know. Just
like, beneath the reputation, I'm human. If this —
whatever this is — is gonna continue, I want-
I want you to treat me like it. That's all
I wanted to talk about."

"Paris—"

"Gotta go, text you later."

"Wha—"

CLICK!

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poor baby paris i love her so much