Tom wants to un-dread his hair. UN-DREAD. CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT? I would never live to see that day. He's never going to do it. I will tell him that. At least, if I ever had the fucking guts to.

Once again, I was ranting inside my head from where I was, beside my brother Gustav and watching Scrubs. It was an okay show. No love and no hate. Tom seems to really like it. I shall learn to love it. No, wait. It's dumb. I hate what JD does to the woman. It's . . . stupid. It doesn't make sense. And Tom laughs. Really loud.

Bill came into the scene and sat with Tom on the other couch. I was just staring at him in secrecy. I was good at doing such things. Then Gustav kicked my ankle and I glared at him. "What?" I said faintly.

"Bill's talking to you, Kenna," he rolled his eyes and his rolly eyes went back to the TV.

I turned to look at T—Bill. No, I did not just think Tom. He doesn't notice me. Ever. He's got so many girlfriends I've lost count. At least he said they were.

"Are you betting?" Bill asked, popping some Skittles in his mouth.

"Betting on what?" I asked. I had a soft voice apparently.

"Whether Tom would cut his dreads off," Bill answered.

"I am not cutting them off," Tom stared.

I joyously cheered—on the inside. "Hmm," I said.

Bill stared back at his twin. "Then what? I thought you said—"

"I'm going to get them un-dreaded."

My mind went blank. Didn't he say un-dread? How could I forget? He IS getting them un-dreaded. I loved his dreads. He's the only man I think looks good in that. Ever.

"Cool," I coughed out. I kept my eyes on the TV for two seconds more before going up the staircase. I hate my house. It gets too lonely even though there are people.

Georg was coming out of the shower and he was wrapped only around his lower half. My eyes almost fell out—from the fact that I was shocked. Stunned. Appalled. Don't get me wrong. Georg is good looking but the fact that my brother's best friend is half-naked before me, a nineteen-year-old helpless girl with helplessness and helpless genes, it just doesn't quite work. At all. The last time I saw something like this was six years back in our garage.

"Hey, Kenna," Georg said, towel-drying his hair. He sure makes himself home, walking around like some semi-naked god.

"Hi," I mumbled.

"You're so weird," Georg laughed. Thanks, Georg. I love that comment. Hey, do you know I get that a lot? I love it. Thanks. He's as bad as Tom. Idiots. But Tom is the idiot I miserably and pathetically feel something for.

I clenched my jaw. "Thank you," I murmured before shutting my door.

Four days and Gustav and company are still here. I skipped out on all my friends—or what I have of them—and stayed in my room most of the time while the boys get enough of "homeliness" or so what Georg says. He's annoying, but he's probably the nicest after Bill.

I wore my pink glasses and went down the stairs to the kitchen. It was close to six in the morning and God knew why I was so early. No, I was actually late. I stayed up.

I jumped, hearing some ruffling from the kitchen. Was a rat rummaging through my chips?!

"RAISE YOUR PAWS, YOU FOUR-LEGGED FREAKS!" I yelled as loud as the whole kitchen could hear, jumping in front of a tall and lanky thief with his eyes wide.

"Kenna?" Tom said. He put down his bag of chips. It was his. I remembered last night the boys were eating it. And evidently Tom yelled saying that the BBQ ones were his.

"Tom?" I blushed hard. Shut up, Kenna. SHUT UP.

Tom laughed. "You're so weird," Tom laughed again.

And then magic happens. He licked his lips. Goddamn. He's so cute. But he's a jerk. I shouldn't like him. He will NEVER like me anyway. He had a girlfriend last week, a nice sleep with some girl from the management... Guh.

And thank you Tom. I know I'm weird.

"You're the weird one coming down for chips at 6 in the morning," I retorted.

Tom suddenly inched closer to me, licking his lips again. I could see microscopically (even though in my head) the BBQ bits dissolving on his hot tongue. How do I even know it's hot?!

SHUT UP KENNA.

Tom spoke with a smirk. "I like when you say something more than four words, you know. At least I know you're human."

Damn you Tom. Why must you make me hate you and like you at the same time? How is that even possible?! My two-year-old crush on you is just killing me. Kenna shall not be stupid right now.

"Something more than four words."

STUPID KENNA.

STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID.

Tom stared at me. Then, he laughed. He laughed so loud he was clutching at the chips, the counter, his (abs and) stomach. He was laughing at me being dumb. "Oh, Kenna! You're so weird. You just make me laugh!"

Maybe that's one way you'd notice me, Tom. Maybe this way you know I exist. That I'm not just your friend's sister. Not your housemaid. Not your old best friend. Just a stupid, weird idiot who makes you laugh at six in the morning.

Go cut your dreads, you idiot.

I decided to ignore him. This was one of the times he makes me hate him. And I get slightly depressed even though I try not to show it. I made a little round and was making my way back out when I felt myself being pulled back. I swerved and then it hit me.

Tom kissed me.

Tom Kaulitz fucking kissed me.

He just shoved himself at my face and just forced it. But I wouldn't say it was a crime since it's pretty much consensual. I liked it.

His grip on my shoulders just tighten with each passing second and I was almost out of air and coughed all of a sudden. My eyes widened and I pulled away from him, pushing up my glasses with a stunned face. Legit.

"What... What was that?" I asked.

"Maybe that's one way you'd notice me, maybe this way you know I exist and that I'm not just your brother's friend, not your houseguest, not your old best friend. I'm just a stupid, weird idiot who's looking for another that's able to make me laugh at six in the morning. And I think I've found her."

Never in my life did I feel so much I felt like I could have combusted. Spontaneously.

"I don't get it."

Tom kissed my forehead and held me in his arms. "I thought you would have slapped me. Honestly. Maybe you should have."

"I really don't get it," I frowned. I did, but it was . . . it was impossible.

He pulled away slightly. "You don't feel the same? I thought..." Then he brought his hands back. "I'm so sorry, Kenna. I thought you... We..."

I took a deep breath and pulled his hands back and said, "That . . . was fucking sexy, Tom. And I wish you could do that again."

Tom stared at me. "Kenna. That's . . . a really long sentence. And a hot one, too."

"Something more than four words," I tried not to smile as I pulled at his dreads.

He grinned. And he bit down on his lower lip, on his lip ring. His tongue flicked at it and he leaned in to kiss me. Again.