We'll let you know. || Tom Kaulitz.

Electric.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚chapter eight˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

We arrived at a small guitar shop. It had many four string basses, five string, and six string guitars. Some acoustic and some electric.

Tom held the door open for me as I stepped inside. So many nice looking guitars, brand new i'd say. I started looking at some of the four string basses, as I played bass myself. A light purple one that was outlined with a darker shade of purple caught my attention. I asked the worker in the store if I could play it and they accepted.

It was tuned perfectly and the way the strings felt against my fingers was nice. Tom noticed my skills and asked if I learned over the summer.

"No actually. In seventh grade I joined band, and electric bass just caught my attention. I played throughout middle school but dropped out in high school. I still played thought, it's a very nice instrument." I said softly. I looked up at Tom who had his eyebrows raised and his head tilted.

"That's cool. Finally something interesting about you." He said jokingly as I hit his arm laughing.

I put the bass back and we walked over to the counter.

"Here to pick up my guitar. For Tom." He said to the person behind the counter.

The worker nodded his head before leaving into the back room. He came back not to long after and placed a case in front of Tom. He opened the case and inside was a beautiful white electric guitar. He picked it up and started playing some strings.

"Perfect. Thank you!" He said putting the guitar back into the case and walked out of the store. I followed behind him and hopped into the passenger seat as he put his new guitar in the trunk.

"I'm so glad I got that guitar. Apparently it's limited edition, being sighed by Britney Spears. Bill is gonna flip when he sees it." He said laughing. I found out Bill was a huge Britney Spears fan by all the stories Tom was telling me on the way back to my house.

"See you at school tomorrow." He said as I stepped out.

"See you tomorrow." I smiled at him as I walked to my front door.

Tom's POV.

She smiled at me. Her sweet smile. Wait, what am I thinking? She's just a friend. But the way she looks at me, and what she said to me at the party last night. It seemed like she was into me to? I can't jump to conclusions though. I barely knew her, but I can't help myself from fantasizing.

I drove off back to my house, thinking about her. How her tongue piercing swirls in her mouth as she talks, her dark hair blowing in the wind, and her smile. Her beautiful smile. The song Break From Toronto by PARTYNEXTDOOR came on. I listened to the song as I drove back home.

"I know you want a break from Toronto."