the crazy fan - tom kaulitz

leading up

i thought i would be waking up to my alarm, but instead i wake up to a phone call from my best friend, demi. "HI" she screams as i pick up the phone. "what" i groggily reply. "ok my ray of sunshine so happy to be talking to you too! WHAT ARE WE WEARING?!" i wince at her barks from the other side of the phone.

"demi it's literally 9:00 am why do we have to talk about this now? we're not leaving until at least 5." she hangs up. no way she's actually mad at me for this.

10 minutes later i hear pounding knocks on my front door. i lazily drag myself as demi forces herself into my house with a duffel bag that might weigh as much as me. "we have a lot to do," she says. "what are you talking about?"

"you realize we're about to see the hottest band, like ever, tonight right?" she emphasizes. "you're really dragging this, they're not gonna notice us in a huge crowd." i say.

"well, i heard there might be signings after the show." demi whispers.

"why are you whispering?" i whisper back.

"whatever! i really want to look good tonight and i don't know how you don't feel the same! you're literally in love with tom kaulitz! you were jumping up and down on your bed yesterday and kissing your poster of him because i reminded you we're seeing them tonight. what is with this mood change?" she's right. but it's 9:21 am and i was up until 2:00. "i'm just tired," i reply.

"good thing i came prepared! here's a red bull. now, you are going to make us pancakes for breakfast, while i take out every outfit choice i brought, and organize my makeup case!" she smiles.

i give her a fake smile back and walk to the kitchen to start breakfast.

i hand demi her plate of pancakes and place mine on the table. i then grab syrup and some forks. i look at her as she's swiping frantically on her phone.

"ok, i think i've narrowed it down to five makeup options for tonight." she says, placing her phone down and taking a monstrous bite out of her pancake. "ok! let's see them."

she shows me the first option, "ew definitely not." she shrugs her shoulders and shows me the second, "meh, it's really meh, i don't like it." she rolls her eyes and shows me the third, "nope." she takes a deep breath and shows the fourth, "i don't-" "do you like anything?!" she shouts.

"listen, you asked for my opinion so that's what i'm-" she cuts me off. "no i didn't actually. i'm just showing you my options." i roll my eyes, "so why show me if you don't want to hear my opinion!" i say, while getting up to put my plate in the dishwasher.

demi follows me. "fine, but just look at the fifth option, you might like it i don't know..." i grab her phone to look. "do that," i say bluntly.

demi gets on her knees while hailing me, "thank god! miah likes something! i didn't think this was possible!" i grab her arms and force her up. "girl get off your damn knees and take out your outfits." she smiles as she walks back to her duffel.

it was hours later and we're both finally ready. i eventually really woke up and might've had another episode or two where i jumped on my bed and kissed my poster of tom.

i have to say, with the outfits we're wearing, and with how our makeup looks, we honestly might catch the boys' attention tonight! we looked really good.

i was wearing a dark purple tube top, with a black, low rise, denim shirt, and my black doc martins. my skirt was low enough to show off my belly piercing; my favorite part of my body. my hair was straightened but i even put in some purple and gold hair tinsel to pull my look together.

demi was wearing a baby blue laced tank top, with leather pants that hugged her legs, and her white platform converse. her hair was in half up-half down, and she was wearing a bold wing of eyeliner.

"i hope tom notices me," i said, while looking at myself in the mirror. "i hope bill notices me," demi says, while looking at herself in the mirror. every tom girl needs her bill girl. i genuinely think that's why we get along so well.

i went downstairs to my basement to bring up shots of pink whitney, tito's, fireball, and even some jell-o shots. my house was typically the party house, so i had a box of just shots. i brought the box to my room but went right back downstairs to bring up my box of truly's, white claws, twisted teas, and buzz balls.

it was my favorite time of the night. it was time to pregame.

i honestly was a lightweight, but that doesn't mean i don't love to drink. demi, on the other hand, can handle her alcohol. every night we drink ends up with demi taking care of me because i drink way more than i can handle.

we downed five shots each and i was already feeling pretty tipsy. we then each shot-gunned a truly and a white claw. demi wanted more but if i wanted to even get to that concert, i had to stop.

it was 5:15 now and demi called the uber. we hopped in and we were ready for the night of our lives.

before we left, demi put some vodka in a water bottle with no label on it, and brought it into the uber. way to make it obvious! she started drinking it and i took it out of her hands and took a sip. i made a face due to the burn in my throat from pure alcohol. the uber looked at us from the mirror in the front of the car, and started chuckling while shaking his head.

we pulled up to the stadium the concert was being held at and immediately heard the screams of teenage girls. we told the driver thank you as we stepped out to automatically feel the body heat of so many people.

the concert started at promptly 7:00 pm and it was 6:45. we rushed to get drinks and we made it to our seats at 6:57 pm.

we were ecstatic.

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hii omg ok this is my first time writing a story in like 2 years!! i hope this doesn't suck ass so pls comment and humble me if it does❤️❤️❤️ anyway hope u guys enjoyed