𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥, lived and breathed to torment her next door neighbor...
He was arrogant, egomaniacal, and strong headed.
But... 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦.
Growing up, the both were competitive. In school, on the field, at home. It was an ongoing...
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TOM KAULITZ
"So... do you want to talk, or...?"
I turned to the girl in my bed, shit.
I thought she left ten minutes ago.
"Ah—what?" I lightly chuckled, she looked me up and down. "Well, i'm laying naked in your bed... I assumed you'd want to talk."
My brows reached my hairline. "Talk about... what?" I'm very confused.
"You know, what this means for us?"
I forgot her name.
This means absolutely nothing.
"Right, yeah..." I cleared my throat, trying to come up with the least assholey thing I could say in this moment.
"What's your name again?" I swallowed dryly. She shot up, taking my bedsheets with her.
"You don't even know my name?!"
Well, no shit, that's why i'm asking.
"Wait, those are my nice sheets." I threw her the clothes she came over in, taking my sheet back. She stared at me disbelief.
The fuck did she think I was gonna do?
Were we going to fall in love and have a million children together?
"You're an asshole, anyone ever told you that?" She grumbled, getting her denim shorts on. Yeah. Blair tells me everyday.
"Well, actually, Blair says the same thing... you guys would be great friends. I could give you her number, if you're into other assholes." I offered, holding my phone up in the air, her jaw was left ajar.
Did I say something wrong?
It was like I blinked and my door got slammed shut.
Okay then.
My eyes narrowed to the bed.
I don't wanna be in here anymore.
I've just grossed myself out—can that even happen? Am I the problem?
Nah.
"Why is there a girl slamming our doors at midnight?" Bill came in, without knocking. I think it should be common etiquette.
