Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz was the king of the school; strong and brave, everyone feared him except you. You hated him and always beat him up, but he didn't care; he just laughed and pinched your cheek. You were 13, he was 17. You were 1.45 meters tall, and he was 1.98 meters. To him, you were fragile and defenseless because of your height and appearance. You always wore clothes in pastel colors and pink bows because you loved that style. Tom had dreadlocks, a lip piercing, brown eyes, light brown hair, and always wore a cap. His clothing style was baggy and oversized. When you hit him, it didn't even hurt him, even though you'd been taking karate for five years. He just laughed, pinched your cheek, and touched your hair; he liked it—long, soft, and smelling like cotton candy. He especially liked your two braids. Sometimes Tom could make you cry with his jokes, then he would apologize profusely. You had a feeling he was falling for you, but you ignored it. When you were upset with him, the next day he would give you a white chocolate bar, your favorite, and you would forgive him just for the chocolate. Sometimes you would make him carry you on his back; it wasn't difficult for him because you were small and light, weighing only 40 kg at 13 years old.

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