"Always remember, my heart holds you when my arms cannot."
—
Alexa Sinclair
I walked into my first period, feeling extra jittery. The people who tried to... well...
Kill Tom.
My dad caught them yesterday, it only took him two weeks. He's a slow poke. I thought Tom was dead for sure this time.
But anywho, it's my birthday!
February 4th, 1991, in Blythe Wisconsin at Methodist hospital, Alexa Sinclair was born.
And now i'm friggin 17!
Ryder was born on that day too.
He's kind of weird though.
"This seat taken?" A tall dark skinned girl tapped on the desk beside me.
A new friend?!
"No!" I answered, a little too quickly.
She laughed, sitting down. I've never seen her in this class before.
"Did you get a schedule change, or are you new to Blythe?" I questioned, hoping i'd get a reply this time. If you haven't noticed.
Tom has selective hearing.
"First day."
She better be my friend.
"I'm Alexandra, well Alexa, well I always thought that it would sound edgy if people called me Xandra. Spelt with an X, but it sounds like Sandra. But... atlas, it's Alexa." I sighed.
"Abby." She put her hand out, I shook it.
"Like Abigail?" I sent another question her way.
"Exactly."
I like her.
"Anyway, sorry. I'm not usually this chipper, i'm just like finally friggin seventeen, which is weird because everyone I know is sixteen. Well, except for this guy and his twin brother— we can talk more about them later." I waved it off.
"No, it's good, that way it'll never be awkward." She gave me a fierce nod, oh my gosh she is so right. I barely have any awkward moments.
Well, except when Tom tries to get in my pants as a joke. Sometimes, i'm not so sure he's joking.
"Also, happy birthday!" She held out jazz hands, see, i'm telling you, new friend.
"Shorty!"
I looked to the front of the classroom, seeing Tom come in extra energetic as well.
He tapped on my desk, aggressively, as if he was playing a drum... but with his hands.
And on a desk.
"Happy birthday." He smiled, setting a huge gift bag on my desk.
My jaw propped open. "It's Ryder's birthday too y'know?" I mentioned, he shrugged.
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THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ
Roman d'amour𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗫𝗔 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥, growing up in Blythe Wisconsin, was easy. It was the right side of town, as the sheriffs daughter she never had to worry about much. But on Chesterfield... not so much. The opposing side of town held a lot of 'delinquen...
