Tom Kaulitz is a friend of his brother.

Your brother has a best friend with whom you have some kind of chemistry. You'd either be shitting on each other or hanging out like nothing was wrong. You were always pissed off that he'd hang out with random girls, and he was pissed off that you'd hang out with other guys. It wasn't a friendship, it wasn't a relationship. Well, you didn't claim it; you really liked him, of course, but you didn't show it. He really liked you, too, but he didn't say it. They were both slow.
You're a beautiful, slender, and confident girl, Mia. You don't dwell on other people's opinions and walk with your back held high.
He's tall, dark-haired, with confident brown eyes, dreadlocks, and a piercing that drove many people crazy. You met completely by chance: your brother brought him home, and you accidentally bumped into him on your way to the kitchen without seeing him. From that moment on, you became best friends. You hung out, texted, and how could you avoid mutual bullying? You were constantly teasing and teasing each other. One day, you were sitting at home, relaxing, not planning on going anywhere, everything was perfect. And then you got a message from Tom:

• Pr lp, are you going out for a walk?
• Oh, I don’t really feel like it, I’m too lazy.
• Ugh, lazybones.
• Ooyoy
• Okay, I'll come myself now. Is your brother home?
• Naturally, he plays on the computer.
• Great, I'll come.
• I am waiting.