a beautiful lie (continued/ original by winternightz)

Im Absolutley Shitting It

The drive home felt shorter, which is good, because being in a car with Tom is shit scary.
As we pull onto the motorway, I notice some of the cars moving away from us, Im assuming that they recognise the name 'Kaulitz' on the number plate. I glance over to Tom to find him scoffing at everyone giving him a free lane, Im hoping he doesn't get any ideas.

I see him ever so slowly putting more pressure on the accelerator, I watch the speedometer, 60, 75, 80, I grip the seat and brace myself. 85, 95, 100. I push myself backwards and stare directly at the road ahead.
Tiny stones flick up and every so often hit the window. I want to close my eyes and imagine I'm some place else but no matter how hard I try I cant take my eyes off the road, I cant even blink. The engine gets louder and louder as we shoot down the motorway, leaving everyone else in the dust. God this brings me back. My grip on the leather seat becomes tighter and I push myself so far back into the seat that I think I could push myself through it. My heart thumps and a lump forms in my throat, I try to swallow it but it doesn't move.

My palms start getting clammy and my forehead is beaded with sweat, Tom doesn't slow down, and it doesn't seem like he will any time soon.
My breathing quickens as he swerves between the cars ahead of us, nearly hitting some. I try to talk but nothing comes out, all I can do is sit here with my mouth agape waiting for my body to be capable of making sound. All I can do is think, hoping that Tom can somehow read my mind.
Please stop. My eyes water from keeping them wide open and soon enough tears trickle down my face. I can see the end of the road, yet the car isn't slowing up. Were so close to the turning, and were speeding right at it well over 100mph.
Were too close to it. Were not going to make it.

Suddenly, Tom turns the steering wheel right over and we go swerving up the turning, the car drifts and tiny pieces of stray tarmac flick into the other cars. My body flings from one side to the other and I hold my breath while digging my nails into the seat as the back of the vehicle swings, then straightens up again. Cars ahead of us move to the side and I look into the wing mirror to see Bill on our tail, just like in the races. I snap my head back to look at the road. My knuckles are going white from the fixed grip I have on the seat. My back goes rigid and my whole body tenses up as my stress levels rise. I want to scream at Tom to slow down but yet again I cant form any words.

I hesitantly turn to look at Tom, he has a firm grip on the steering wheel, and every so often he moves one hand to change gear, his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are squinted. Yet he doesn't look afraid, he looks unimaginably happy. Its weird how he gets such a rise out of putting everyones lives in danger, but I guess thats just Tom. The speedometer now reads 158mph. A pit forms at the bottom of my stomach upon seeing how fast were actually going. I re direct my gaze back to the road and see the mansion slowly getting bigger as we near it. Knowing that were almost back helps me to relax a bit. I take deep shaky breaths as I try to steady my breathing once again, and I loosen my tight clasp on the seat. The car slows down and pulls into the parking space.

"That was fucking amazing" Tom lets go of the steering wheel and lets his head flop onto the head rest of the seat before looking to me
"No, Tom. That was fucking terrifying" I snap back while wiping the wet tear marks from my face and sniffling a bit
"Oh loosen up! We haven't gone that fast in so long" He looks so proud of himself. What a prick.
"Whatever Tom." I sigh, no matter how much I argue, Tom is always going to be right, even if he is wrong. I unbuckle my seatbelt and get out slowly while trying to regain my balance. Tom takes the shopping bags out from the boot and hands one to me before unlocking the hefty front door.

As we walk inside the other boys finally pull into the drive filled with disappointment. Ill admit, it is scary, but it does feel good to win.
I snatch my bags from Tom and sprint up the stairs
"Im having a shower!" I yell down to him, he nods and I hear him flick the kettle on.

I let the hot water run down my body and in my hair before I take my new products and wash myself. It feels so refreshing, and its much needed after sweating out and almost soiling my pants on the way home. I rub the coconut body wash all over myself and take in the sweet smell of the different hair and body products blending together. While I apply the conditioner to my long fiery red hair I hum to myself.

Once I finish washing everything off and checking theres no shampoo left on my head, I hop out of the shower and wrap a warm towel around my damp, sickly sweet smelling body. I pick up my bags and make my way to my room, leaving a wet trail behind me. I try to look unbothered, but as soon as I shut the bedroom door behind me, I dart to the huge wardrobe to try everything on, slightly squealing in excitement.

I try outfit after outfit, each time twirling around in front of the mirror. I finally get to the pretty turquoise dress and my face lights up in admiration. It hugs my body perfectly and brings out the colour in my eyes, I have to show Tom.
I bomb through the door and travel to the living space where everyones sat with mugs of coffee.

I stand in front of them all and spin around waiting for their reactions
"You look beautiful love" Tom says while grabbing my waist and pulling me towards him
"Yeah Taylor, you look good" Georg says with a greedy look in his eyes
"Bugger off Georg" Tom glares at him and Georg shrugs in response. I glance at Bill who looks me up and down, his cheeks go rosy pink and he turns away from embarrassment. I giggle a bit and place myself between Tom and Gustav, Gustav seems unbothered by me but his eyes trail my body which tells me otherwise.

"Can we get take out and have some drinks at the bar?" I plead to the others, I know that Bill cant turn down a take out, Gustav cant say no to drinks, and Tom cant say no to me. So Ill definitely be getting what I want. Everyone agrees and Tom calls the nearest dominoes while we all tell him what we want. Hopefully, tonight will be better.