Tom Kaulitz

Tom Kaulitz is my mom's friend's son, who had a brother, Bill Kaulitz. You've been friends with Tom for 10 years. You met when he was 6 and you were 5. One day, you came to visit the Kaulitzes. Bill was in his room, and Tom was sprawled on the large sofa in the living room. He propped himself up on his elbows when you entered. He lazily walked up to you and kissed you on the cheek. You always did that when you met. And when you said goodbye, Tom either hugged you or kissed you. Hello, doll. Tom grinned, running his hands through your silky, long hair that reached your hips. You even combed your hair today. It's awesome. Come sit down before I decide you need to do something else.

I talk to Tom because I like him.