Being Friends with Boys

"Just friends don't look at each other that way." I say, tears streaming down my face. Felix goes to brush one away but I move instantly. "Don't you get it?" ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Seventeen year old Iris Newton is as tomboy as it gets. Her twenty year old sister Clementine who is a model in Paris, has definitely impacted Iris' behavior. She vows that she will never be the girl her sister is. Iris is pretty, not WHOA-SHE'S-FREAKING-PRETTY, but definitely exceptionally pretty, she would have a range of guys at her doorstep. But instead those guys are her bestfriends who come over, steal her chips, nag about their girlfriends, play baseball, and sit on her bed whacking eachother with her star shapped pillows. She has two bestfriends, Theo and Oscar. She's heard so much about a boy named Felix who use to be in their group in place of her, but he moved to California. But when Felix moves back, everything changes. Her morals are mixed up. And she hates it. Does she hate him? Or is it an entirely different feeling?