Francesca:
I hear the notification sound come from my phone, I turn to my side and open it. It's an unknown number.
Unknown number
Kaufmann?
Who is this???
The man from your dreams
As in?
Kaulitz
Only in my bad dreams
Dream's a dream
When are we doing the project?
Now? Not my house
I'm not changing from my pyjamas
Ok? I'm coming
great 😧
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I walk to open the door. I stop for a second, his grin is flashing his teeth. I shake my head and let him in. He kicks his shoes off and walks behind me. My mom exits the kitchen.
"Tom? Is it you?" Mom walks towards the boy.
My mom and the twins mom are good friends.
"Yeah, hey ms. Kauffman." Tom smiles politely.
"Aww you've grown up! Look at you all handsome." Mom giggles.
Tom turns a bit red, from embarrassment. Mom turns to me.
"You two are friends now?" She asks.
"No, project for school." I point at the book on my hand.
"Door open young lady, I know you!" I hear my dads voice from the living room.
This was just embarrassing, I keep walking and enter my room, I put the book down and see the boy walking in.
"Close the door." I tell him.
"Hm? Didn't your dad just say otherwise." I see him smirk.
"Close it." I roll my eyes.
"Please?" He grins.
I get up and close it. I swear I saw his eyes move back up when I turned back towards him.
"So, what are we supposed to do?" Tom asks.
"It was a free idea, like anything we want but it needs to be a power point." I shrug.
"Whats our idea?" He asks, is this man stupid.
"How should I know?" I roll my eyes.
He sits on my vanity chair. He picks up different stuff and looks at it.
"How about like music related?" I ask.
He turns around looking at me like a fool.
"A band? A genre? What?" He asks.
"Like a genre? Most famous artist and stuff. Like rap...?" I suggest.
"Old school?" He says. I nod.
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We have been working on the project for about an hour. Rap was such a good idea for the project, we actually are talking. I get up and lay on my bed. The boy looks at me and sits down on the bed.
"Hm.. Tired?" He asks, why is he so nice?
"Yea?" I look at him.
"You can't sleep with makeup on." He says, wtf is he saying.
"I'm not taking it off now though?" I say, yawning.
"You are, c'mon Kauffman." He gets up picking me up.
"What are you doing? Tom!" I kick my feet feeling my cheeks flush red.
The man sits me down in my vanity chair and passes me the makeup wipes.
"We'll continue the project later... Bye pretty." He leaves.
PRETTY?
Tom:
I CALLED HER PRETTY? I FUCKED UP! I LITERALLY SAID IT.
"BILL!" I run in to my brothers room.
"What?!" He asks.
"PRETTY?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?!" I ask.
"What?" He says confused.
"I called her pretty." I say.
"Aww you totally like her!" Bill grins, as he says that his phone starts ringing.
"Speaker!" I say as I see Francesca's name on the screen.
"Hi Fran!" Bill smiles.
"Heyy! You alone?" She asks.
"Yea, what's up?" Bill says.
"He called me pretty! I don't know what to do." She mumbles.
"He did hm? You like him orrrr?" Bill grins.
She likes me? Please say yes...
"I might? I got to go moms asking for me! Bye Bill!" She smiles ending the call.
I smile like an idiot, Bill just looks at me.
"I need her." I mumble.
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Enemies Entwined
FanfictionThe fifteen-year old Francesca Kauffmann and the sixteen-year old Tom Kaulitz have been at each other's throats since kindergarden. As they are forced to spend time together, because of their school work. Secrets are revealed from both, was it Sophi...
