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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BLAIR MILLER
I woke up in my Christmas pajamas.
I bought Tom a matching pair.
He better be wearing them when I go over to his house. And he better be awake.
I don't care that it's five in the morning.
I brushed my teeth, nursed my hair back to life, did some light makeup and rushed down the stairs.
"It's Christmas!" I shouted, going into my parents room. I began jumping on their bed, they better wake the fuck up.
Christmas is my favorite thing in the world, it's tradition to jump on their bed every year and make them get their butts up.
"We know Blair, we know."
"Okay, well, when I get back here you two better be up and dressed." I jumped off of their bed, getting my Santa Claus slippers on. I booked it to the Kaulitz household.
I opened their back door.
"It's Chris—"
"We know it's Christmas, you've done this every year since you were little." Simone smiled, pouring herself some coffee.
Ugh.
"Well, are Tom and Bill awake?" I crossed my arms, she slowly shook her head.
"None of them are."
I nodded, going to Jörg's door. I knocked twice. "It's Christmas!" I shouted.
"We know Blair!"
I giggled, then bursted into Bill's room.
"If you jump on my bed, i'll rip out every single one of your eyelashes." He mumbled, looking still sleepy.
I groaned. "Okay, well, just... wake up." I patted on his hair, moving along to the next and final room.
I took my slippers off, peeking my head inside the last door. Tom had his head into the pillow, his arms wrapped around it as he slept on his stomach.
