Chapter two.

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• SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT - NIRVANA

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What was he thinking? a bet? what are they, twelve?! Not to mention, he blew his smoke into my goddamn face! Disrespectful.

"Hey, Mandy," I heard Mario's croaky voice. I turned to face him, placing my box onto the wooden floor. "You alright? saw you talking to Tom." He leaned against the doorframe, smiling faintly.

Tom, huh?

"Yeah, I'm alright," I nodded, pursing my lips. I kneeled, peeling open the folds of the box and grabbing out some stuff. I could see Mario nodding slightly in the corner of my eye and then leaving.

I shook off my thoughts and started to unpack.

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After what felt like years, I collapsed on my bed.

I gave up after three hours. There were still two boxes, and I couldn't bring myself to unpack them, too.

"Mandy," Seb approached, knocking on my doorframe. "You have school tomorrow. Mario helped, got you into some place."

"You couldn't wait? Fuck, Seb, we just got here." I sighed, throwing my hands up. "Maybe Germany will be good for us, Mandy. You can stop smoking cigarettes and start breathing in air." He shrugged.

"You do it?" I breathed out, shaking my head. "Yeah, well, I'm older than you and I'm smoking stuff from the earth. So... it's practically healthy. Nicotine isn't. If I catch you smoking I'll beat you black and blue." He said as he stuck his tongue out at me and raised his middle finger. I narrowed my eyes, shaking my head as he left.

I'd never smoked before. But I was curious why my brother did it for a long time. I also stole his stash. It couldn't hurt to try some stuff out; some of my old friends did it all the time.

"Μαλάκας," I murmured, my eyes flickering to my bag. I leaned, tugging it closer and unzipping it to grab out a box. Once I opened that, I glanced at my stash and took out a pack of cigarettes before staring out the window and the large platform connecting the two houses. Mine, and dreadhead's.

I wonder if I could sit on the roof.

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I could.

I sat cross-legged, pulling my hair back before it immediately just went straight back onto my shoulders.

My hand went to my pocket, slipping out my lighter and the pack of cigarettes. I flipped the lid, my gaze drifting to the snow-casted scape ahead.

The air was cold, freezing. My fingertips were red and my hands white, the same with my nose. I exhaled condensation, tucking a cigarette between my lips and flicking the lighter to nothing but a spark.

"Oh no.." A frown appeared on my face as I flicked it again. "No, no.. fuck,"

"Oh nein," A high-pitched impression of my voice came from the side. I raised an eyebrow, doing a head turn to the guy.

The dreadhead. This time, I had a proper look of him.

Dreads. Brunette with faded blond on the ends and a cap.. something else under it. Clothes twice his size, his sleeves reaching down just past his forearm with his jeans reaching to his shoes and pooling around him. A stupid, stupid lip piercing.

I blinked, staring at him skeptically as I looked down and hid the lighter under some snow. "I don't sound like that," I muttered, turning my head to glance at him again.

"So she speaks?" He grinned, adjusting his jeans as they grinded against the rustic tin of the roof. He waddled over, eyebrow raised.

"Go away, Tom." I breathed as I turned away. He shrugged, coming over and sitting next to me. "Well, you know my name, so you must be pretty eager to know me." He said, tilting his head.

"No, I'm really not," I said as I watched him shift, smirking as he nodded. "Ich heiße Tom Kaulitz."

. . .

I stared at him for a moment, then just looked down with my eyebrow perked up slightly in irritation

"That basically means my name is Tom Kaulitz." He said finally, looking me up and down almost skeptically. He knew I wasn't German.

I looked him up and down back and looked away.

Tom chuckled before speaking, slight sarcasm in his voice. "So, you going to tell me your name or just give me dirty looks?"

"Mandy," I looked at him, my arms folding and condensation leaving my mouth once I had spoken.

Tom's eyes flickered to my lips before returning to my eyes. "Just Mandy?" He questioned, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Just Mandy." I nodded.

"Are you even German? What are you?" He added on.

I blinked, my mind stopping for a minute before I answered. "A girl. You look like one, too." I muttered under my breath. Tom raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything until he saw me staring towards the trains passing by the back of our houses.

"Do you like the trains?" He asked, glancing towards them and then at me.


"I'm terrified of them," I sighed, shivering at the sound and turning my head away to trace my fingers through the snow, waiting for a moment before speaking.

"What's the fun in making bets on people?" I asked, my head turning to face him once more.

"20 bucks is twenty bucks," Tom shrugged, getting up with a grunt before speaking. "There's a lot I can do with that. A lifetime of condoms, Mandy!" He smirked, slipping back into his window and closing it behind him.

I sighed, pushing the cigarette bud into the tin of the roof and doing a forearm jerk towards his window.

"Mandy, stop fucking around and come inside!" Seb called out, his voice faint. I got up, exhaling condensation and sneaking a glance at Tom through his window.

Tom pulled his shirt over his head, adjusting his arms a little before leaning against his doorframe, and speaking to a taller guy wearing heavy eyeliner.

I furrowed my eyebrows slightly, looking down and turning away and slipping back into my window before closing it behind me.

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