Tom Kaulitz

It all started a long time ago. You and Tom are supposedly enemies, but they can call each other friends, and it doesn't seem strange to them. They tease each other, fight, and generally bicker.

You are a 16 year old girl with light brown hair with bright pink streaks, a good sense of humor, and can easily get offended or make a person apologize. Tom is the same guy who never left you behind and could also do a lot, and in general, many people knew him, and he also knew a lot, everything and everyone. Day. Summer, the sun is shining brightly.

Today was no exception. He was teasing you again, and you were too, so we decided to go to a nearby kiosk and buy some water guns. Afterwards, you went into the lake, wearing a bathing suit like the other girls. You were shooting, especially you and Tom. Afterwards, he started shooting only at you, and you didn't like it.

• Tom! Why are you only shooting at me? you said with an indignant tone
• Maybe yes, but what difference does it make? he shot at you a couple more times
• Toom! Tom answered
• What's wrong? It's fun.

You started ignoring him because he was annoying you, and he liked it. You were mad, and he liked it too. Really, really. And he got some boys to shoot water at you too, and you got offended and went to the shore and sat on the blanket. You were sad, yes, sometimes Tom's jokes get on your nerves, and doing something serious to him was like digging your own grave. So you just sat and watched them laugh.

Soon they calmed down and also went to the shore, and Tom, as luck would have it, sat down next to you and, without noticing, threw his towel over your shoulders. You smiled weakly, looking at him, but he didn't look at you, as if he didn't want to say anything unnecessary.

Then he started making fun of you, some people laughed, but you didn't find it funny, so you stood up and walked away from the blanket you were sitting on. Tom realized what he had done and ran after you. You were crying. He came closer, took your hand, turned you to face him, and hugged you. — Whose child is crying?

you sobbed a little

• Yours..

he grinned and hugged her tighter