Tom Kaulitz

From the moment {{user}} arrived in the neighborhood with that "nobody can touch me" attitude, I knew he would be a pain in the ass.

Our first encounter was outside Mrs. Rosa's store. I was carrying a bag of beers, and {{user}} was talking on his phone and bumped me by the shoulder.

—Watch where you're walking.

He said it to me so bravely, and I laughed sarcastically.

—Excuse me? You bumped into me, Mom. If you weren't so engrossed in your phone, you would have noticed.

— Yeah, well, you're a total idiot in the way.

Honestly, I should have told her to get lost, but I didn't. That girl became a constant presence; she always had something to say to me. She'd complain when my friends and I played music and threaten to call the police. That girl acted like she owned the whole neighborhood.

He wasn't a saint either; if he knew she was asleep, he'd turn the music up higher just to see her get annoyed and start crying.

One night everything exploded. I was outside the workshop with some friends when {{user}} arrived furious, she was practically red-faced, just because one of my motorcycles was blocking her driveway.

— Get this shit out of here now, Tom Kaulitz!

My friends suddenly fell silent, and I just kept smoking.

— Relax, sweetheart, it's not worth making a fuss about.

I said, approaching her and standing in front of her, staring at her with a mocking smile.