𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

➤ Everybody Finds a Way Back

"Tom.. you understand that after today, you and Fae can't be seen being intimate with each other in public anymore. And you too Fae." Sam says, preparing the both of us to head out to fake a fighting scene to the public.

We were told to play as if we were fighting our way into a breakup at a popular cafe. That was one of our ways of announcing our fake "separation" plan to the press, the fans, the media, everyone.

Our parents, Sam and the rest of the band members of Tokio Hotel would be the only ones who'd know that truly, we really were just starting to date.

"We understand Sam. Don't worry." Tom says, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "Mhm, what he said. I promise, we'll follow the plan." I added on to Tom's sentence, nodding.

"Right, the plan." Sam said. "Remember alright! Both of you need to remember this completely. Before we go out there, the plan is-"

"Walk into the cafe seeming like we were in a bad mood." Tom spoke.

"Yes. Of course. And then-" Sam spoke, explaining.

"Argue when our orders arrive. The volume of our bickering becomes louder if we notice any press around and then i storm off to the bathroom." I said, nodding. "And i leave him looking all frustrated and ditch him and drive away." I said, pointing to Tom. Shrugging my shoulders.

"Okay. Make sure your brains don't go on mental block when we get there." Sam said in approval, placing one hand on each of our shoulders..

Sam started driving to the place. I had a terrible gut feeling and felt something was wrong but i brushed it off.

I mean, truly... what really can go wrong anyway ?

We arrived and the cafe had a small amount of people, which was unusual. Since this was the most popular care, a small popularity wasn't normal.

But we had no choice and stuck to the plan.

Me and Tom ordered the food we wanted. Acting pissed off of each other.

We were both on our phones. Texting each other.

"Tom- do you think they'll believe us, baby ? XD"

"Fae- if you quit smiling at me with every text i send, sure! Maybe they will."

The food arrived at a quick pace.

We put down our phones and started playing the script we had.

"You got the wrong order." I said, sternly as an act.

"What are you talking about?" Tom asked, acting annoyed as he looked at me. "Whatever.." i responded, scoffing.

"Fine, you don't have to be such a brat about it." Tom said, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Who are you to call me a fucking brat..?" I responded, looking directly into his eyes. Trying my best not to laugh and break my role.

"You are a brat. Blaming me instead of the waitresses." Tom said, looking away in frustration.

I slammed my tissue onto the table. Storming off as the plan went and headed to the bathroom as planned.

I noticed i spilled a bit of coffee in my hands when i slammed the table while throwing my fit, so i washed my hands as i was in the bathroom.

Turning off the sink, i saw a familiar woman in a waitress outfit in the reflection of the bathroom sink's mirror.

She had red hair, which was tied up and seemed to be not taken care of so well.
Her brown eyes with dark under-eyes, deathly stared at me.