Two racers in Tokyo get into a fake relationship, to keep the one thing that connects them away. Tom's ex and Jordan's cousin, Maria.
To be honest, they hate each other, but it seemed to be the only way out.
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When I woke up, Tom was gone. I figured he left after I fell asleep. God, yesterday was a mess. Everything that happened was just a mess. After I ate breakfast, I raided my closet and found the perfect dress. I was about to leave when the doorbell rang. Quietly I looked through the door viewer and my heart stopped beating for a second. "Jordan, Baby! Open the door, love." I did open the door, with a shocked expression and my heart rate being definitely to high. "Mom?" "Yes, honey. It's me." "You're dead, I saw it! You got murdered mom!" "No darling, I survived." "And now you come back?! Now?!" "I needed the coast to clear." "The cost was clear since I was 16!" "No, but now that my plan succeeded and you're dating Tom Kaulitz. Now, the coast is clear." Wait.. What? What does Tom have to do with it? "Can I come in?" "Sure..." I fully opened the door and let my mother enter. I'm still so incredibly confused. "Jojo look, you're probably wondering what Tom has to do with it, right?" "Yeah!" "I can't explain, but I couldn't come back without knowing if it would've put you in danger." She starts laughing. "I know, with that boy, you're always safe because I heard about your relationship." "You did?" "Yes, to me it seems like you two are willing to die for each other. And that's lovely."
Are we? Are Tom and I willing to die for each other? No, right? We're just really good at faking it.
"Look mom, I'm absolutely overwhelmed and my mind is a mess." "You're apartment too. You've changed a lot, Jordan. Mostly into negative. What are you even wearing? And what did you do to your hair? That make-up makes you look like a hooker." "Mother! Who's fault is it that I changed? Because it's obviously not mine!" "You can't blame me for leaving!" "Yes I can! You probably even faked getting murdered!" "You think I faked it? My husband died! Who would fake it?!" "You didn't even love him. Everyone knew." "I miss the innocent girl you were, Jordan. You were my little angel." "I killed your 'little angel' and I'm glad I did. Now leave my apartment." "You're throwing your own mother out?" "You're not my mom anymore."
She walks out and made sure to slam my door as loud as she can. I sigh and let myself fall on my bed. With an uneasy feeling I called Tom. "Jordan? What's up?" "Do you know, that my parents got murdered when I was 15?" "Yeah, it was all over the news. Why?" "She's alive and she was in my apartment like two minutes ago." "What?" "And I wanted to ask if there's anything, like literally anything, we can go to? My mind's a mess and I could use a distraction..." "Uh.. Let me check, I'll call you back." "Good..." It took him five minutes to 'check' whatever. Then he finally called back, "So there's no race we could attend but I asked some friends if there'll be any party's tonight." "And?" "You can choose between John and Richard." "John's throwing another party? Like the day after his birthday?" "He's an excessive dude. So what are you saying? Ready to clear your mind with alcohol?" "Yeah, let's go to John's."
