7 :Cupid:
Stupid Cupid.
I'm sitting at the table, sipping a calming cup of jasmine tea. Whenever I look up, he's there, laughing genially. My heart immediately begins to beat wildly and I cast my eyes down again. I take another sip. Don't think about him, I tell myself. Don't think about him. But how can I not when he's living in the room across from mine?
I don't know when I first found I had a crush on him. It was... maybe it was when he emerged from the communal bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Maybe it was the muscles. Or those dimples. Or... I shouldn't be overcome by lust. It's the worst emotion of all. I should drink my tea, act normally, and try to be pleasant.
Maybe it's because he's so considerate. I was struggling with my meditation because Beast Boy was making too much noise. He noticed and told Beast Boy to try to quiet down—I blushed underneath my cowl. He's tall, strong, and good-looking. He's kind, intelligent, and sympathetic.
I'm not in love with him.
Stupid Cupid. He's sent a fellow archer to pierce my heart, and who can resist Eros?