THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗬-𝗧𝗪𝗢

"Skibidi toilet rizz."
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Alexa Sinclair

Abby finally got to come over after school today, now i'm deep in my thoughts.

I was about to fall asleep, but now I can't.

"I think i'm in love with Tom." I mumbled, squinting my eyes at the ceiling.

She turned her neck so fast, I think she almost got whiplash. "Okay, here we go." Abby sat up in my bed, turning my lamp back on.

"Talk."

I scratched my head. "I um, I don't know... I think i've come to realize that."

"Okay, but why?"

She's going to yell at me.

"So, he may have fingered me but like—"

"Oh my god?!" Abby rose, giving me her full attention. "And remember when you called me, when I was at his house?"

She nodded.

I covered my face, feeling my skin crawl at the idea of talking about this.

"We dry humped, and it was—"

"And?!"

Well, if she'd let me finish.

"I came on his jeans, but so did—"

"He came from dry humping?!"

Can I finish a sentence.?

"There was nothing dry about it." I dove deep under the covers, trying to hide myself.

"So, you basically had clothed sex?"

No? "More like... mutual masturbation." I corrected, she gasped.

"Did he let you touch his dick?" Abby lifted the blankets off of me.

"I haven't touched it." I shook my head.

"Yet."

"Why not? It's really fun, y'know? It's like... a boomerang but instead of a boomerang it's a stick." That was the worst explanation, I have ever heard in my life.

"I'm done talking about this." I pulled the blankets back up, wanting to hide in my own little shell. I knew she wouldn't let me.

Why did I ever mention anything?

"No, come on, give me details." Abby pried, yanking at my arm.

"You will never get that out of me, that belongs between me, god, and my boyfriend."

Amen.

"Come on Alexa, please. I'm invested now." She was wide awake, there was no coming out of this one, not anymore.

"I don't know what you want me to say, it was good, really good, and he definitely knows what he is doing... and... yeah." I shrugged.