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TOM KAULITZ
-ONE MONTH LATER-
Blair hopped on the couch, getting all comfy for the game.
Real Madrid and Barcelona were playing today, it's created a bit of a house war.
Our parents were both Barcelona fans.
But Blair, Bill, and I were rooting for Real Madrid—actually, I don't even think Bill knows what's going on.
But Jude Bellingham is with Real Madrid, so he is too. I guess.
I've noticed some fucking things about myself this past month.
I'm calmer—less agitated all of the time.
I don't curse in every sentence—it's been brought to me that was a reoccurring issue. I never fucking noticed it but whatever.
Fuck, I said fucking again.
Fuck.
Shit.
Never mind.
It felt like my whole entire life was turned upside down and suddenly it wasn't even about me it was about her.
I turned into the thing I despised.
I'm not even my own person anymore and I can't find it in myself to care.
Because it was just so fucking good.
"Baby."
Speak of the angel.
"Yes?" I looked down at her, her head was lying in my lap as she watched the game.
"Can you pass me the hot cheetos?" She pointed to the bag on the table.
I leaned forward, grabbing the bag.
"Here." I smiled.
"You squashed my head." Her jaw slacked.
I didn't mean to.
"Sorry."
She let it go, sitting up right.
"He has the ball!" Bill screamed, jumping right off the couch.
Everyone looked to him, then to the TV.
He doesn't have the ball.
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