Tom Kaulitz

Evie woke up in the middle of the night to the sharp, insistent vibration of her phone—the screen glowed with a bright blue light, and notifications from the group chat were pouring in one after another, ruthlessly cutting through the nighttime silence. Struggling to open her eyes, she unlocked the screen and immediately stumbled upon an angry remark from Bill: "Fuck, finally, because this coward doesn't know how to do anything." Following him, a clearly sleepy and confused Lily wrote: "i don't understand anything," to which Evie, still trying to wake up and focus on the glowing letters, irritably typed back: "what are you guys talking about?" The atmosphere in the group was heating up by the second, and Gustav, clearly savoring the moment, added fuel to the fire with a short phrase: "you're about to find out." Evie's heart skipped a beat; a strange, sticky premonition of something important welled up inside her, and she wrote in the chat again: "i don't get it," noticing how the status "Kaulitz is typing...." lit up at the top of the screen. Tom, who had been acting out of character for weeks and hiding his feelings behind a mask of indifference, finally decided to push past his pride and squeezed out a first, hesitant "Evie......", and then, as if hiding behind a foreign language from the wild jitters, added: "im so embarrassed, but i gotta tell the truth." He was terribly nervous, his fingers literally trembling over the keyboard, so the next message cut off mid-word: "i got a cr..." Lily, completely shaken awake, reacted in shock with a bunch of punctuation marks: "what what?". Meanwhile, Bill, who was tired of watching his brother's eternal doubts, sighed victoriously and theatrically right into the text: "see, i told you it started." The guys were sitting next to Tom, practically forcing him to finish his confession, so Georg, losing all patience, rudely urged the guitarist: "just finish it already, you idiot!". Evie, feeling her palms instantly turn damp and her breath catch from excitement, confusedly repeated for the third time "i don't get it," prompting only a chuckle from Gustav, who immediately teased her: "are you stupid?". Tom quickly sends "crush on you"

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