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"#TomKaulitz ''' #nahtsc"
🤩You were standing by the window of the school corridor, leaning on the windowsill, next to you was your best friend. Behind the glass, the yard was teeming with life: the younger ones were running around on the asphalt, as if they were rehearsing for the Olympic Games, the older ones were leisurely, with the look of tired geniuses, moving to another building. Noise, hubbub, creaking doors and ringing laughter. You had a notebook in your hands, and for several minutes now you had been stubbornly writing your first and last name "Kaulitz".

“You’re crazy,” her friend giggled, looking over her shoulder. “You can’t stand him.”

You shrugged, pretending that it was all insignificant, but the corners of your lips still twitched treacherously.

• Exactly. I hate it. It's just... it sounds funny. Seriously, look it up. - You turned the notebook, covered in your scribbles, towards her. - Maybe if I keep saying this, I won't be so keen to throw him out of the third floor every time I see him.

My friend burst out laughing.
You knew it was strange. But there was a method to your strangeness.

Tom Kaulitz was everything you weren't: cocky, cocky, with that irritating laziness in his voice, like the world was his stage and he was the star. And you were the one who didn't let him forget that he was still a high school student, and his grades weren't great. You blew each other's tests, left snide notes, and sparked endless rumors.

Some said you couldn't stand each other. Others said it was just a very strange form of love. The truth was probably somewhere in the middle.

And suddenly...

This voice was heard from behind. Recognizable to the point of sending shivers down your spine.

• So, Mrs. Kaulitz, we're already married? And without even a honeymoon?

You turned around abruptly. He was standing right next to you, lazily leaning against the wall, with a grin that made many girls feel like they were suffocating. His dreadlocks had slipped forward a little, the shadow of his hood fell over his eyes, but you already knew the look he was giving you now - the one that always mixed mockery

Well, what about Miss Kaulitz?)