Be Careful What You Wish For

Chapter 1

It's official. I am so in love with him. Who is he, you may ask? He is the most perfect 21 year-old guy in the world. He's smart, funny, not to mention good-looking. With his long black hair falling into his carefully made up hazel eyes, fair skin hidden by too-tight T-shirts and jeans, and his playful smile, who wouldn't fall for him? Oh, and one more thing. He's the lead singer of this super-famous rock band called Tokio Hotel. And his name? Bill Kaulitz. The perfect name for the perfect guy. And I'm freaking out, because I'm about to meet him for the first time in my life.

I'm at a Tokio Hotel signing session in a local shopping mall. When I finally reached the table where they were, my breath caught as I took in the piece of perfection sitting in front of me. Bill has definitely made it to the top of my 'Hottest Guys' list. He looked even better in person. "Hi," he said, and I managed to squeak out a "Hi" back. He smiled at me and I thought I was gonna melt. He reached for the CD in my hands. I quickly gave it to him and our fingers accidentally brushed. My heart beat faster and I blushed. He signed the CD, and before passing it on to the guitarist beside him, Tom, he looked into my eyes and I felt something like an electric shock flowing through my body. He held my eyes for a second longer, then passed the CD on and smiled to the next girl in line. Wow, I really hope he felt that same thing I did when he looked at me. 

After I had gotten the rest of the band's autographs, I walked away from the table slowly, not wanting to leave Bill. The band probably weren't gonna come back to this tiny town, and I had no idea why they did in the first place. Nobody knows this place, so why did they come? But I'm not complaining and neither are the other 499 girls here, coz if they didn't, I would never have met Bill and felt that connection between us. I recognized a couple of my old schoolmates, squealing and jumping around, thrilled at having met their idols. As if I don't feel like doing the same thing right now. But of course, I didn't. I don't want to embarrass myself in public, squealing and jumping by myself. After the final girl left the table, they stood up, waved at a few cameras, and left. I stood transfixed, staring at the place where he was just a few moments ago. Oh well, that's the end of that. I started making my way to the parking lot to go back home.