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 SOPHOMORE YEAR
I stared at the man in front of me, one leg crossed over the other as I lay on my bed.
I had mentioned that my books had been overflowing on my desk.
That was last night.
And then I woke up to the sound of a power drill going and constant hammering.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" I questioned, popping a grape into my mouth.
"Come hold this for me, baby." Tom held onto the backing slab of wood.
I stood up, replacing my hands with his, he lined up the side piece with the nails, coming behind me. "Watch your fingers." He warned, before beginning to drill in each nail.
"When did you have the time to get all of this?" I crinkled my nose, Tom came around to the other side. "I went to home depot this morning." He answered and took the whole thing from me.
"It's 10 AM, so what time did you go?" I crossed my arms.
He turned to look at me. "I went at five. That's still this morning."
I felt my heart do a little flip.
I glanced over to my books, each one now stacked neatly into rows at the corner of my dorm room.
He ripped open a new package, it revealed a bundle of shelf pins.
I sat back down as he twisted each one into their individual holes. When he was done with that, he grabbed one of my biggest books to measure how big the gap should be.
He bought me The Song Of Achilles, he had read it in middle school apparently.
It was absolutely phenomenal. He kept buying me books and giving me recommendations so in the past year i'd ended up spending most of my money on little stories that kept me up at night.
I never considered myself to be a reader. I didn't even know he was.
When I helped him unpack his room, I discovered all of his books stacked underneath his bed.
I don't know how I never knew.
Everyday we're together, it feels like I peel back a new layer of his personality. He was one of the most intricate people I had ever met and I never took the time to bother getting to know him.
