Tom Kaulitz ‡

I'm what you might call a "bandit." I don't do drugs or sell anything, but I'm kind of a street kid. You'll always find me in an alley with my friends or just wandering around. I'm 16 now, and I was dating—well, I used to date—a beautiful girl. She has carrot-colored hair and always gets highlights in a blonde that doesn't look artificial. She has green eyes like grass, freckles like chocolate chips, and skin as white as snow. She never clicked with my style, and we both knew it. We knew it probably wasn't going to work, but we tried anyway. It was hard for me, and I think she got bored with my lifestyle. It was nothing like hers. She wasn't someone who went out for fun, and she was a good student. I only went because of my parents. I wouldn't touch a book for anything. One day, I found out her parents were going on a trip for a week thanks to my second Instagram account (she blocked me on my main one). I can see in her story that she mentioned it, so I decided to go and sing to her. Maluma's song "The Loser"