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You're My Best Friend
"Friendship improves happiness and reduces misery, by doubting our joys and dividing our grief. " - K.B Zimmerman
"No."
"Do you want to.. Uhh… maybe go out on Saturday, then?"
"Sorry….. No."
"Oh, okay. What about Sunday?"
"Can't."
"Monday?"
Too busy banging my head against a wall.
"I have plans that night."
"Doing what?"
"Uhhh…. Babysitting."
"Who?"
The first child I see.
"My cousin….. Scarlett."
I could feel her eyes burn through my skin. I was getting beat for that one.
"Oh, great! I love children!"
"Oh no! Not this one.. She's…. trouble." I risked a glance over at my best friend, who rolled her eyes.
"Then why don't we-
I slammed the phone down on the table with a loud sigh. To hell with that shit. It definitely wasn't worth it.
"Jeez, could you be anymore of an ass?"
"I'm not even sorry." I replied, flopping down on the sofa and leaning back, suddenly feeling out of energy.
"I mean, she's a slut and I don't like her, but was there a need to hang up like that?" The 18 year old girl on my bed asked.
"Yes! She wouldn't shut up. Her whiney voice was driving me crazy."
"Then why go out with her?" She retorted.
My head snapped up to look at my best friend lying across my huge, hotel bed. Her long, skinny legs were hanging over one edge, her head of long chocolate curls the other.
"I wasn't 'going out with her'." I explained.
She laughed, a big grin spreading across her upside-down face,
"No. You don't do that, I forgot." Her sarcasm was expected. It always was.
I rolled my eyes, letting my head flop back again.
"Dating's too messy. I only want one thing, commitment isn't that." I said my case, but it was pointless. She never understood my theory. She was into the whole 'love you until the end of time' thing.
"You know us American's have a word for that. It's called 'Man-Whore'."
Now it was my turn to laugh,
"Okay, one, you wouldn't know, cause you're not even American. And two, that's two words."
"I am American! And you get what I mean, no need to be a wise ass about it!"
My grin stayed put. I loved jabbing at her.
" Oh of course, how silly of me, another word for Polish is American."
The pillow hit me in the stomach quickly and with force. I was lucky that was the closest thing to her, and not a hammer… or a gun.
I sat up to see her doing the same, a pout on her red lips, which made me laugh even more.
Before we go any further, before things get too crazy, let me get you up to speed.
I'm Tom Kaulitz. I'm in a band, Tokio Hotel. We've gotten pretty big over the past couple of years, which is amazing, it's all I've ever wanted, really. But one problem tagged along with my dream, that problem would be the girl I talk to everyday, the girl I can make laugh with one twist of my face, the girl that's been my best friend ever since we met on a vacation in France at the age of six, when she asked me if I wanted to pet her turtle, Tom.
Scarlett Izabella Rosnovski didn't speak German, and I sure as hell didn't speak Polish, but we got by with the little English we both knew, and our parents translations. We spent the next week throwing turtle droppings at people in the pool, performing a special secret handshake every time we saw a yellow car, and poking fat people as the sunbathed. Ever since that fateful holiday, we have been best friends. Along with my twin brother, Bill, of course. But as we grow older, Bill seems to be the best friend Scarlett can go to too talk about clothes and food and vampires and unicorns - along with other ridiculous mythical creatures.
Whereas I'm the best friend that sits with her and is bored when she's bored, hugs her when she's sad and crying, laughs when she laughs. I'm the best friend that can't begin to imagine a life without her.
A lot of you reading this have probably already figured out my real feelings about Scarlett, but me, I took a little longer to realise….
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