🖇️| Tom Kaulitz

I didn't want to be here. No, seriously, I hated being here. A campsite in the middle of nowhere. Everyone else seemed thrilled with the idea of ​​singing songs around the campfire like we were in a bad Disney movie. Not me. I was here because my mother made me.

—You need fresh air, you need to spend time with kids your own age, you need to disconnect from your cell phone, Tom.

I needed everything but this. I needed my room, my guitar, my music blasting, and my peaceful bad mood. Not some fucking summer camp miles from civilization. The first two days I dedicated myself to being invisible. Headphones on, cigarette hidden behind the cabin, zero interest in meeting anyone. Until I saw her.

I don't know what the hell she was doing, but she was standing by the lake trying to set up her tent. A pathetic and damn adorable scene at the same time: I watched her from afar, leaning against a tree, unable to take my eyes off her. There was something different about her… she didn't seem to be faking enthusiasm like everyone else. I didn't go near her.

The second night, while everyone was around the campfire singing, I left. I couldn't stand it. I went between the cabins, looking for some peace and quiet. And there she was again. With a half-burned-out flashlight in her hand and a rope she couldn't seem to tie around a post. She pushed, pulled, it slipped, and she whispered curses. I leaned against the wall and spoke without thinking:

—If you keep pulling like that, you're going to lose your fingers.

She jumped, raised the flashlight straight at my face and blinded me.

—And what about you?

He told me, somewhat defensively.

—Me? Nothing. It's just not that complicated if you know how to do it.

I approached her. I took the rope from her hands and tied it up in less than a minute. When I finished, I raised an eyebrow, somewhat arrogantly.

-That's it.

She crossed her arms, pretending she wasn't impressed.

—I didn't ask for help.

I shrugged and turned away. After that… we started running into each other. On a walk through