On Tour ~ [Tom Kaulitz]

[38] Snap out of it

I have been wearing a shirt with a crew neck all day. It's hot outside, but I had no other choice. I thought I could pretend like the shower didn't happen, but it left a damn mark on my neck. Thankfully, I was up early and had the chance to get ready before anyone else on our lazy Sunday.

With my book on my lap, I've covered myself with a fluffy blanket. Bill, Georg and Gustav are having breakfast together and Tom was sleeping in. He seemed pretty restless last night, so I would be sure not to wake him. I had to scoot away from him because of all the tossing and turning, leaving me cold. I had grown a little too used to the warmth of his arms at night.

My trust in the turtleneck is so low that I keep readjusting my hair every five seconds to make sure it covers my neck. Even while reading, I have to keep this a secret.

I never read much dystopian fiction before, but this one really grasped my mind. Katniss has to beg the teacher not to leave Lucas and Mitch behind, and she finally convinces him. Disguised as soldiers, they make their way into the palace.

While reading, I have pulled the fabric of the crew neck up to my mouth. It's a habit when I'm reading and a book makes me nervous. I snap out of my concentration when someone makes a loud entrance by clashing the door open. Tom rubs his eyes as he walks over to the kitchen. He doesn't say a single word.

The table with three boys falls quiet as they watch the older twin pick up a pan, look unsatisfied, and drop it back into the sink. I flinch at the loud bang and close my book to get up from my seat. I throw the blanket over my shoulders, and I feel like Severus Snape when it flows behind me.

I frown at Bill, trying to see if he knows what's going on. But he lifts his shoulders and shakes his head.

Tom takes a deep breath through his nose. "Where's the damn pan, guys?" He asks, looking through the cupboards. "Fucking useless."

I narrowed my eyes at the second, whispered part. "Us or the pan?"

His head snaps to the side, only softening a little when we make eye contact. "Whoever didn't put the pan in the right place."

I nod slowly. "Okay, big guy. How about you sit down with a cup of tea while I make you an omelette? That sounds alright?"

He huffs and sits down, folding his hands together as he stares ahead of him. I wonder if he had a bad dream last night, which caused him to be so grumpy.

By the time I slide the omelette from the pan onto his plate, he's scared the other boys away. I hear a running shower and an electric toothbrush in the distance. "What are your plans for today?" I ask as I season the egg. Tom grits his teeth. "Meet and greet."

I nodded and put the pan in the sink. "Leaving me by myself again, huh? You guys have a busy week," I chuckle, hoping to clear his mind a little. Tom swallows his omelette and glares at me. "I'm not asking you to come with me if that's what you expected."

"Okay, sorry," I huff with a shrug of my shoulders. I know he wants distance, but not to be alone. I sit down on the couch and swing my feet onto the coffee table. After staring at the ceiling for a while and hearing nothing but Tom's cutlery hitting his plate while he eats, my eyes land on a newspaper. It's from yesterday. I reach for it, wondering why it's crumpled a little. My hands slide over the paper on my lap to straighten it out, and I notice it's in German. With narrowed eyes, I try to make out the headline.

"Sie sind zurück."

"They are back." A large picture of a cop holding a leather jacket spreads over the entire page. The large 'X' in red keeps screaming for my attention as I let my eyes wander over the picture.