The Boy Next Door--Tom Kaulitz Fanfiction

The Boy Next Door Part 5

It didn't take much time to change. Tom waited downstairs for me, which was a peculiar surprise. I figured he'd try something or make sexual innuendo about changing my clothes. To my dismay, I walk downstairs to see him looking at the family pictures on the mantle. I watched him pick up a picture of my older brother's graduation.

"That's my brother," I say. He doesn't respond but stares at the picture. My brother's high school graduation; he's dressed in his red cap and gown. He's posing with his face is an exciting expression and his hand in a rock-n-roll gesture. His arm draped around ten-year-old me in my Lisa Frank shirt. "He went off to college, and now he's engaged and working on his master's degree. What about your brother? I remembered he was here for a while after you moved here."

Tom stayed silent while listening to my long commentary on my family and asking about his brother. The look on his face was strange and stiff as if he was holding some painful profession. He placed the picture carefully back in its spot. His expression shifts from painful to its original, nonchalant stance. "So, " he mutters, changing the subject. "You're changed. Let's head out."

We ignore the awkward exchange taking place in my living room as we strut our way out of my house across my yard towards his car. He fills the lull with a very vivid description of these friends I was meeting tonight. Evidently, I have never seen or met any of these people since they weren't in high school. Also, this would be the first time they would be meeting one of his high school friends; I assume. At least the one he wasn't ashamed of. "We go way back when I lived in Germany for the first twelve years of my life."

"I didn't know you lived in Germany, " I said.

"There is a lot you'll learn about me tonight," he noted, opening his passenger side door for me. He stretched out his hand for mine and helped me in the high-rise Escalade. I thank him and step carefully into the sleek, leather interior. He waltzes around to the driver's side as I admired the cleanliness of his car. The outside is black and scratch-free while the inside was bound in beige Italian leather. "Impressed?"

"Shocked, " I replied in disbelief. Every inch of the surface of the dashboard was perfect and tightly installed. The roof of it looked like the star ceiling inside a brand new Rolls Royce. The stereo system was advanced and very modern with touch screens and a rearview camera which was displayed on whose touchscreens. I could've fainted by all of this glamour.

Were his parent's Mobsters? Billionaires, who give their child anything? "I know what you're thinking, and no, my parents didn't give me a brand new car for my sixteenth. It's my dad's, and no, he doesn't know I'm taking it for a joyride."

"You really don't give a fuck about private property, do you?" I confronted.

" It's like I always tell myself, " he pauses, turning over the ignition. "What the man doesn't know, won't kill him."

I roll my eyes and kinda chuckle under my breath. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for me to make myself comfortable in his father's $80,000 Cadillac. I turned up the radio to a blaring volume and rolled the window down to feel the cool, nightly breeze hit my face. Tom sped through traffic and driving maniacally. The adrenaline pumping through our veins so much you could get a contact high.

In just a few miles, we were there. Wherever there was I was unsure. I found myself in an $80,000 Cadillac with my next door neighbor-turned-friend, and we were meeting his friends at a dead zone, graveled parking lot in the woods. I was a little frightened to move from the safety of the tanker-like car. I swallowed the lump in my throat which now moved to my stomach and followed Tom.

"Don't be afraid, I didn't bring you here to attack you or get you alone, " he reassured. I smiled nervously. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to his masculine body. We walked for a few good miles through the darkened trees and bushes before coming to a clearing. With nothing but a phone flashlight and Tom's "excellent survival skills", as he claims, we made it.