Nightmare-tom kaulitz

Trance

I've never felt so much like the sexy character I am in my band than right when Tom Kaulitz can't take his eyes off me. To be honest, I was doing the same thing but less obvious. I look at his body at any chance I get, even after he puts his clothes back on.

We got to a restaurant around the time when it got dark. It's a place I've never heard of. Probably some American place that you can't find anywhere else. Tom kept opening doors and walking closest to the road which I would have never thought was something he'd do.
I've always seen him as the sexy playboy. The way he looks at women, talks about and to women and how he acts around us just makes him seem like a real player.
I always thought that Bill was the innocent one and Tom flirts with women everywhere he goes. I still don't know about Bill, it's hard to get to know someone who's mad at you from the moment you meet.
But Tom on the other hand, is almost exactly how I thought he would be. He's much more gentleman-like than I thought he would be and I'm impressed at his perfect balance between flirty and nice.

The way he looks at me makes me feel like I'm the only woman in the world, and I might be delusion to think that, but I know that he likes me. In some way. At least more than Bill.

I try not to bring my delusions too far and just enjoy my time with Tom. When the tour is over we probably won't see each other again. He won't drop everything and I won't drop everything just to be with each other all the time. That would only happen in my head.

Tom and I have been talking for hours while eating dinner and I don't even know what time it is. And I couldn't care less.

Tom's POV:

Trudy thinks that I don't notice the way she looks at me, but I do. I think she might be the most beautiful women I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of women. Her hair is long, all the way down to her waist, and it's black and shiny. I've never felt the urge to be around someone as much as I do when I'm with her.
I think she might be a witch or something.

"How... what do you do to maintain those dreadlocks? I mean I've seem it on so many people and I think it looks really cool, but how do you get that? Is it your own hair?" Trudy asks and picks up another piece of food with her fork.

"I've had them since I was little. I don't know, I wash them differently and not as often as with normal hair. But now, it is my real hair but it wasn't at first of course. You like em?" I ask her. I surprise myself asking that. I've never wanted someone elses approval as much as I want her's.

"I love them." She says with a big smile. I can tell that she's happy and it warms my heart to see that.
The freckles over her nose and on her cheekbones make her look younger and cuter, but I can't help but see how hot she looks. Her hair is messier than earlier today when I knocked on the door to her room because of the way she put her hair up in the pool.
She isn't wearing much makeup, but the makeup she still has on makes her eyes sharper. She could go for a witch if they were real.
Most importantly, her lips are bright red and I can see how soft they are from across the table. The shirt she is wearing allows me to see her collarbone and the top of her boobs. I have no idea where to look and I just know that my eyes are moving constantly. I can't make myself look at one place for longer than two seconds. There's just too much of her beauty for me to see.

"You know, I wanted dreads when I was little." She says and chuckles at her confession. I look at her surprised while imagining what she would look like with dreads. And I still think she's the hottest woman in the world.

"I wished for them on my seventh birthday but my mom wouldn't allow it. Actually, she won't allow me to do anything. Even now that I'm eighteen, she hates that I'm in a band." She says and rolls her eyes.

"Why do you care what she thinks? You're eighteen, do whatever you want." I tell her and take another bite.

"Yes, I know, but I don't have anywhere to live. I want to move out, but the place we live is perfect for everything I'm doing. Band practice is in my basement, what would I do without the basement?" She says. I smile when it occurs to me that she is telling me her personal problems even though we just met.

"Just be on tour. Constantly, all of the time. Hang out with me when you have time. Go to parties and stuff. Have fun." I say with a hopeful attitude. She just laughs and looks at her food.

"I... I don't know if I could do that. Connie would probably love it but Maggie would go insane. Bonnie would probably get stressed. And Connie wouldn't love for me to hang out with you, so the conclusion is that if I should do that... I would have to do it alone. That would mean that I had to leave the band. I can't do that, I was the one who made it." She says and sighs while still looking at her plate.

"You think a lot, don't you?" I say and finally, she looks up at me. For the first time, she looks at me in the eyes without looking anywhere else.

"I guess I do. But you see why I can't just be traveling and having fun all the time, right?" She says and I nod.

"Well... then stop thinking so far into the future, just... go with the flow." I say and smile at her.
She looks at me like she's about to say something, but she doesn't say anything. I wish I knew what she was thinking.

Trudy's POV:

It was fun to hang out with Tom, but I suddenly realized how mad Connie would be if she knew where I was. It's a good thing that she's asleep, but Maggie and Bonnie aren't and if I'm not back soon, they would probably ask me where I was. And the longer I'm gone, the harder it becomes to make an excuse. I've already been gone for too long, but I don't want to leave Tom.

"Do you... do you have a boyfriend?" Tom asks me, his eyes not being able to focus in one place. I wish I knew what was going on inside his head when he looks at me.

"No. I was never really one to settle down. I've tried to have as much fun as possible while I'm still young." I say. The sexy band member really is supposed to be me, I think.

"What does that mean?" Tom asks, smirking. I look at him while trying to control the butterflies in my stomach. I know he knows what I mean, he just wants me to say it.

"It means that I have a lot of sex. Or had. It's been a while since I've seen any man worth fucking... until now." I say, keeping eyecontact with him. I wasn't sure whether he just wanted to be nice to me or if he was flirting with me for real, but it's clear now.
The way he talks to me and flirts with me, and especially the way he looks at me. I know what he wants. Tom's beautiful brown eyes fly from place to place but he keeps looking at my face. His eyes suddenly get stuck on my lips and I notice that his tongue is tugging on his lip piercing.

"When you play with your lip piercing, does that mean you want to fuck someone?" I ask, leaning in closer. I've never wanted to fuck someone as much as right now, and he is giving me my confidence back. Enough confidence to show him what I want.

"How'd you figure that out?" Tom asks and briefly looks at my eyes for answers.

"I'm good at reading people... aaand I've also seen you do it when looking at an attractive woman in interviews." I say and smile, which puts him in a trance again, staring at my lips.
Both his and my breathing gets quicker and I feel the warmth in my body. I keep looking at his mouth and his tongue playing with the piercing and he says: "I think we should go back to the hotel. Quickly."

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