“Hey Sammiee, can you pass me the popcorn?” My best friend Natasha said.
I passed the bowl to her, taking a handful for myself as I did. It was just a normal Friday night and we were having a girls’ night at my house. The two of us were currently camped out in the living room in front of the TV. That’s what we usually did—setting up blankets and pillows on the floor in front of the couch and moving the coffee table that usually stood in front of the couch off to one side where it held our laptops, drinks, and bowls filled with various kinds of junk food. The movie that we had been watching had finished so Natasha was channel surfing for something else to watch.
“Do you think Drew will remember to call me?” Natasha now asked me as she stopped briefly on a random channel before continuing to surf.
I rolled my eyes. “Of course Tasha. I don’t think the two of you have ever gone a day without talking.”
She and Drew had been dating for about a year now yet she still fretted every time either one of them went out of town. Drew was currently visiting his dad and would be gone for the next week.
“I—“ Just then my computer dinged, cutting off Natasha and letting me know I had a message. I tried to ignore it but inside I was dying to see if it was Tom. Natasha just laughed and told me to go flirt.
I stuck my tongue out at her but hurried over to my computer nonetheless.
It was Tom. My stomach did a few backflips.
We had met in a music chat room a year and a half ago where we’d first argued over the quality of Sammy Deluxe. He loved Sammy D—I wasn’t a fan. And so a pen-pal-esque friendship had blossomed. Since then we’d moved on to other topics and now seemed to know each other well for all that we’d never met in person. But that might change soon.
“Ahh!” I shouted, after only a few minutes of talking to Tom.
“Good grief girl. Are you trying to wake up the neighborhood?” Natasha asked, turning to look at me. “What is it?”
“He wants to meet. In person!” I squealed.
“What? What did he say? What did you say?” Now she was excited too.
“He knows we’re going to the Tokio Hotel concert tomorrow night and he’s in town and wants to meet afterward!”
“Hm…I don’t know about this Sammiee.” She said after a moment. Before I could say anything she continued. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for you and I already know you’re gonna do it anyway so just promise me you’ll be careful and call me the minute you think you’re in trouble.”
“Promise.” We linked pinkies.
“Now, how are you two gonna find each other?”
“Um…” I looked back over our conversation. He’d had to go so he’d logged off a few minutes earlier. “He knows that I got red streaks put in my hair last month.” I’d been bored last month and had decided that I should get red streaks put into my black hair. I’d loved the outcome of it, my parents not so much. “It’s supposed to rain tomorrow so I told him I’d wear my red trench coat.”
“Good. Now where are you two supposed to meet?”
“That Ihop a few blocks from the arena.”
We spent a little longer gushing and talking about details before calling it a night.
By the next afternoon I was pumped for the concert and nervous about the meeting afterwards.
“Sammiee, you’ll be fine.” Natasha told me for the hundredth time as we got ready for the concert. We both got dressed for the concert in jeans, converse, and T-shirts. Her shirt was Tokio Hotel but I’d opted for a Coca-Cola shirt and a black vest. After one more quick look in the mirror to check make-up we were on our way.
The concert was amazing. All four of the Tokio Hotel members were great. And Bill’s outfits were outrageous as usual. But now it was time to go meet Tom. I said goodnight to Natasha, promising to call her later and started on my way.
I’d been right about the rain as it turned out. It was pouring by the time I reached my destination. Ihop was surprisingly fairly deserted considering all the people that had just left the concert. But I guess not many people would want breakfast food at almost midnight. Just then I heard movement behind me.
“So you must be Sammiee.” A voice said. He had an accent.
I turned around to see Tom Kaulitz of Tokio Hotel standing behind me with one of his bodyguards a few feet behind him.
My eyes widened. “Oh, shit.”
He looked at me puzzled. “What?”
“I argued with Tom Kaulitz over whether or not his favorite band sucked.”
He laughed at that. “Yes you did. And I told you that Zac Efron was gay.”
I smiled a little at that.
He saw and smiled in return. “See? Same Tom. Would you like to join me for a bite to eat? Truthfully, I’m hungry after that awesome show.”
I could feel myself getting used to the fact that my Tom and Tom Kaulitz were one and the same—comfortable enough for me to answer back with sarcasm.
“Aren’t we a bit cocky? And yes, I could go for a bite too.”
He just laughed in response to my sarcasm and held the door open for me. This could be the start of a beautiful relationship.
