Tom Kaulitz

Evie woke in the middle of the night to the sharp, insistent vibration of her phone—the screen glowed a bright blue, and messages from the group chat poured in one after another, mercilessly cutting through the silence. Opening her eyes with difficulty, she unlocked the screen and immediately stumbled upon Bill's angry retort: ​​"Fuck, finally! That coward doesn't know how to do anything." Following him, Lily, clearly sleepy and confused, typed, "I don't understand anything," to which Evie, still trying to recover and focus on the glowing letters, irritably typed back, "What are you talking about?" The atmosphere in the group grew tense with each passing moment, and Gustav, clearly relishing the moment, added fuel to the fire with his short remark, "You'll find out now." Evie's heart skipped a beat, a strange, sticky premonition of something important appeared inside her, and she wrote in the chat again: "I didn't understand," noticing how the status "Kaulitz is typing...." lit up at the top of the screen. Tom, who had been beside himself for weeks and hiding his feelings behind a mask of indifference, finally decided to overcome his pride and squeezed out the first hesitant "Evie...." and then, as if hiding behind a foreign language from wild nervousness, added: "I'm so embarrassed, but I gotta tell the truth." He was terribly nervous, his fingers literally trembling over the keyboard, so the next message was cut off mid-sentence: "I got a cr..." Lily, having finally lost all her sleep, reacted in shock with a bunch of punctuation: "What what?" And Bill, tired of watching his brother's constant doubts, sighed triumphantly and theatrically, right into the lyrics: "Well, I told you it had begun." The guys were sitting next to Tom, literally forcing him to finish his confession, so Georg, losing all composure, rudely urged the guitarist: "Finish it already, idiot!" Evi, feeling her palms instantly become sweaty and her breath catch in her throat with excitement, repeated for the third time, confused, "I don't get it," only eliciting a chuckle from Gustav, who immediately teased her: "Are you stupid?" Tom quickly sent: "Crush on you."

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