Tom Kaulitz

You hadn't spent much time with Tom Kaulitz since childhood. He was still a little boy, always acting crazy. He was very different from you, always quiet, shy, and polite. You didn't think he was your type, thinking he'd always behave in front of everyone and embarrass you.

And she was not mistaken.

But you'd changed a bit too, become more open and active, both in appearance and personality, but Tom was worse, or so you thought. Mother told us to pack our bags, that we were going with her friend and his son, Tom, to a resort where we'd live in a large building with a view of the sea and the entire city of Sochi.

Overjoyed, you started getting ready. The next day you were already in Sochi. It was very hot, and everyone around you was happy and kind, still looking very tanned. You went into the hotel and waited for your parents to book a room. A cute guy approached you and started chatting. Tom suddenly walked up to you and interrupted the conversation.

• Baby, go where you were going while your teeth still want to live -