You're My Best Friend
Here's chapter 2!!!!
"Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?"
- Anne Frank
"Tooooooomm! Tom?! TOMMM!!!"
I stifled a giggle with my hand. She was funny when she was angry.
"Tom Kaulitz so help you God if you do not answer me-
Her threat was cut short when I jumped up from the bushes behind her, striking a ninja pose.
"AHHHHHH!" She jumped at least 3ft in the air and let out an almighty scream.
I laughed so hard at the look on her face, I had to hold my sides for fear they would rip open. Scarlett's
face got very red, very quick. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her lips pursed. I knew I'd gone to far…..
Suddenly I was running across the wide open, green field where we played everyday. Scarlett was hot
on my tracks, her face probably like thunder, but I didn't dare take the time to look back.
"I'll kill you, Tom!!"
"Wait! Scar, Stop! I'm getting a stitch!!" I gasped, clutching my sore stomach.
She laughed evilly,
"Your mine!" She yelled, taking a leap of faith, and landing right on her target….. Me.
We crashed to the ground with a thud. I coughed and panted as the wind was knocked out of me from the blow. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for my payback from Scar.
But nothing.
I opened an eye to see her standing in front of me, her hands on her hips.
"What?" She asked, frowning.
"Well?? Let me have it!" I exclaimed, shutting my eyes again.
She laughed,
"I'm not going to hurt you, idiot!"
My eyebrows shot up, "Why?"
She shrugged, "I felt kinda bad when you started hobbling along. I didn't want to make you any slower."
And with that punch she turned on her heel and walked away. I scrambled to my feet to run after her,
"I'm not slow!" I frowned, offended and slightly embarrassed.
Scarlett shook her head fiercely,
"No, no. Of course your not."
Great. She's making fun of me.
I stopped jogging along with her, causing her to stop and turn around.
" I'm not slow." I said more firmly and slowly, my frown tight. No way was I going to be called slow by a girl.
She rolled her eyes,
"Stop taking everything so personally, Tomi. I was kidding."
But wait. If she was kidding, why did she not unleash payback on me? I asked myself. I had realised
that girls had cooties when I was 5, but now, at the old age of 9, I realised that they are also difficult…
weird… unusual…. Annoying. Well, Scar wasn't annoying… but other girls were. She also didn't have
cooties. I realised that when her hand accidentally brushed mine as we were giving Tom the Turtle a
bath. Although I spent the next few days writing a goodbye letter to my family and planning my funeral,
I shockingly survived my use-by date. After that I didn't squirm away from Scar's exposed skin, or
wipe down the remote after she used it. She was just another human being.
Scarlett
Tom lay on the ground in the sprawled out shape I'd tackled him in, his new blond dreadlocks covering
half of his face. He eyes were shut tight, he was waiting for me to do something.
But I couldn't.
I fiddled with my hands, before deciding to put them on my hips. I shuffled from foot to foot, and
finally Tom felt safe enough to open his eyes. He stared, I felt uncomfortable.
"What?" I asked. Was there something on my face? Did I smell bad??
"Well?? Let me have it!" He exclaimed, shutting his eyes again.
I couldn't help but laugh, he was so funny! And cute………..
No, Scarlett! Stop that! He's your best friend! And a boy! I thought.
"I'm not going to hurt you, idiot!" I tried to be casual, but failed.
Tom peeked up at me with one gorgeous brown eye,
"Why?" He inquired.
I shrugged, "I felt kinda bad when you started hobbling along. I didn't want to make you any slower."
My voice was even that time, yeah, that sounded pretty cool. I turned to walk away, I didn't want him to
see my face go red.
"I'm not slow!" He looked hurt as he scrambled up to me. Whatever girl spread the rumour that insulting a boy would get him to like you should be jailed.
"No, no! Of course your not." This was not how I had planned our conversation.
Tom stopped jogging, I took a deep breath and turned to him.
" I'm not slow." He was serious not.
I rolled her eyes,
"Stop taking everything so personally, Tomi. I was kidding." Please don't hate me now.
Now he looked confused. Why was he confused? I sighed inwardly.
Why did I have to fall in love with the strangest boy in Germany? And why, oh why, did he have to be my best friend?
Suddenly my eyes were open. I was lying down…. Staring at a white ceiling…….
It took me a moment to realise it was all a dream. And I was 19 year old Scarlett again, in room 506 of
The Hilton, New York.
I took a deep breath before pulling back the covers and jumping out of the comfy hotel bed. I went into
my unsuite bathroom and took off my plaid shorts and while tee to get a shower. It was the middle of
July, so the air was warm and the sun was bright. I loved the summer, and not only because that was
when Tokio Hotel got the most vacation days, but because I had always felt happier in the Summer. I
had only good memories of it. Whatever happened during the Winter, or Fall, was forgotten once
summer came around, when the sun would come out and make everything better……
I come from a rich Polish family. My father is a high-end lawyer. The best in Warsaw, infact. My
mother doesn't work, she shops and drinks, and then shops and drinks some more. Growing up with
money was easy, growing up without love was hard. When my father was home, he was 'too busy' for
Me, my mother had never cared for me, there or not. So when I met Tom and Bill Kaulitz, I didn't
Understand when they did something nice for me, or when I was invited into their home by their parents
And given food and friendly conversation. From the Kaulitz family I have learned a lot, which I why,
When I was 13 years old, I left Poland for Germany, where a better life awaited me. And now 6 years
Later, here I am, looking up at the 4 boys I spend my days with, messing around in a new city everyday,
Rocking out at night. This life is better, I tell myself everyday. This family is better.
"What goes on, ladies?" I strolled into my brothers hotel room, throwing two cans of Red Bull at him and Scarlett, who were sitting on the edge of the sofa, engrossed in the video game they were competing in. Bill's hit him on the head, but Scarlett grabbed hers, skilfully still able to shot the bad guys in the game.
"OW!" Bill yelled, his hand flying up to his Mohawk in protecting.
"Opps." I shrugged, settling myself down beside Scarlett, who's eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, her bottom lip sucked in.
"What's on the agenda tonight? " She asked.
I took a sip of my Red Bull,
"The usual."
Bill and Scarlett groaned simultaneously.
"I think I'm going to vomit." Bill moaned. Scarlett laughed in agreement.
"Your just jealous because this is what your night will consist of." I motioned to the game on the screen.
"Please! Zombie Patrol is better action than you'll get in a week!" Scarlett retorted.
"Whatever floats your boat, Scar. But if you don't mind I prefer my lovers alive."
We continued our playful spat, Bill snorting every time he found something funny.
Scarlett
I sat on the hard seat, twiddling my phone around in my hands, my gaze on the stage with the four boys, the pulsing lights, the electric sound ringing around in my ears. All this was so soothing… it was home to me. I tried to keep my eyes focused equally on all the guys, but I couldn't help it when they stayed on Tom for longer. Every time I caught myself staring, he was staring right back. Missing notes and everything!
I sighed…. He was worrying. I could see it in his eyes. God, why couldn't this all be easy? Why
couldn't I have my best friend love me in a simple way, without drama, without pain? No one else loves
me, can't you just let me have this one, God? Please?
Tom
I only want her. Please, God, can I have her? It's all I ask for.
Please?
Okay, how was chapter 2?? It was longer, right? Please review!!