IMPERFECT || T.K

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

TOM KAULITZ

I'm playing Dress To Impress.

Blair asked me to when she got home, and I have nothing fucking better to do. And Bill also wanted to play, so here I am.

They were both in my room, playing on their laptops. I stayed silent every round.

I didn't really want to play.

But she looked desperate.

It's a part of the fucking process.

If I agree to play her favorite games, she'll start liking me more. I knew I shouldn't have been so rude while texting her earlier.

But I can't help it, it's so easy to ridicule her.

"Did you just give me four stars!?" She gasped, I quickly readjusted it to five.

"My bad."

I knew it was fucking unfair the three of us always made the podium, but I don't give a shit. The twelve-year-olds can cry.

"I'm gonna go make some food, you guys want anything?" I took my headset off, Bill shook his head.

"Can you make me something too? I haven't eaten since breakfast."

Is she asking me that?

I licked my lips. "Yeah, what do you want?"

Blair dropped her shoulders. "Anything you make for yourself is fine."

I stiffly nodded, going down to make two bowls of ramen instead of one.

She likes her shit overcooked, weirdo.

I put hers in the microwave for seven minutes, and mine for only four.

I finished up ten minutes later, handing her, her bowl. "Thanks." She breathed out.

"Yup," I responded, taking mine to my desk.

Being nice to her is harder than I thought. I still don't understand the way her mind works, but I'm trying.

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I woke up at 5:30 in the morning.

I usually wake up at fucking 7:00 but I know the little brat goes on her runs at 5:45. I'm trying to catch up to her.