"Roses are red, shit is brown. Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down."
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Alexa Sinclair"I can't do this." I sat at the wheel, looking over to Tom, he convinced me.
I shouldn't have been convinced.
"Yes you can." He encouraged, we were sitting in an empty parking lot.
"What if a homeless guy jumps in front of us?" That happened to my dad once.
It was not good.
"I'll attack him, now drive."
I switched my gear, pressing down on the gas petal, we moved maybe two inches.
"Kay, that was enough for today." I put the car back in park, unbuckling my seat belt.
"Can you drive to Abby's now? I really don't want to miss her party." I flashed him a smile, he started laughing. "That was it?"
"Yep. Come on, let's switch seats."
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"Happy birthday!" I squealed, jumping into Abby's arms. I love hugs.
"Thank you!" She stood by the entrance, holding onto me. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, moving to put my present by the rest.
It was a classic rager, and I wouldn't have expected anything less from her.
I smiled sinisterly, seeing a bottle of Malibu.
Tom was right, I think I am a Malibu girl.
I grabbed a plastic cup, pouring some in.
"Don't go too hard on me tonight, okay?" Tom came around, placing a hand on my side.
"I won't, don't worry." I grabbed the Jäger and Bourbon. "Which one?"
"Bourbon."
I lifted another cup from the stack, pouring some in for him as well.
"Okay, we will not get roped into any games because they are—"
"Come play with us." Abby tapped on my shoulder, you're freaking joking me.
"I hate this, but since it's your birthday I will partake." I sighed, pulling on Tom's hand.
They started off with spin the bottle, which of course everyone had to spin or else you'll be socially executed.
It's dreadful.
I spun the empty tequila bottle, it went around in a circle about a million times before it landed on the person beside me.
Tom raised his brows. "I don't know, it might be kind of awkward." He sucked in a breath.
My eyes set to glare.
"Just kidding." He planted a kiss on my lips.
"You guys need to bang." Abby commented.
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THUGGIN TO LOVIN || TOM KAULITZ
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