The Boy Next Door--Tom Kaulitz Fanfiction

The Boy Next Door-Part 9

After the night I had, I'm not surprised I was wide awake. I had so much energy after Tom left. I decided to cook breakfast for the girls and myself. I know Ryan would need some since she drunk the entire bottle of tequila she brought. She always knew how to liven up the party with her overpopulated stock of alcohol.

Isa was the first to awaken and join me in the kitchen. She sits on the barstool in front of the island while I maneuver around from the fridge back to the stove. The bacon sizzles in its grease, fresh fruit in three separate bowls, and one egg omelet cooking in the pan. I placed a glass of orange juice in front of Isa, who was trying her best to stay awake.

She groans out of exhaustion and gulps down her juice. "Refill!"

I turn around with the jug in my hand and pour the orange liquid into her emptied glass. "I didn't think you were hungover."

"Yeah, that'll happen when Hell freezes over," she said. My attention returns back to the newly cooked omelet. I add it to the plate with a few bacon strips and place it in front of Isa. "Will Tom be joining us as well?"

I pause unable to even look her in the eyes. I played it off. I stammer, "what would make you say that?"

"Jay, I know." I look at her puzzled. "I saw you sneak him out through the back door, and I may or may not have seen a little exchange of saliva, too."

I didn't respond nor react. Isa wasn't the one I suspected to have this conversation with. I thought if it came out, Ryan would catch us first and possibly give me a high-five. With Isa, however, I was afraid of scolding and disappointed glances. The ones you'd get from your mother when you've done something you know better than to do.

"Don't worry, Jay," she muffled with a face full of egg. "I'm not going to tell Ryan. I know how she gets, especially finding out it's Tom."

"I'm sorry, Isa. I would've told you guys, but—"

"Told us what?" Ryan yawned, interrupting us.

Isa and I glanced at one another, but I turned away without a sense of creating a fast lie. Luckily, Isa kept her word. "That she didn't wake us so we could help her with the breakfast."

"I don't know about you, but I like waking up to breakfast already made," Ryan remarked, pouring herself a glass of juice, and joining Isa at the bar. "Last night was so much fun! It's been a minute since we had a slumber party."

"And it's been a minute since you drank a whole bottle of José," Isa spat.

"Yeah, and thanks for sharing, by the way," I laughed.

"Oh, please, you two hardly ever drink," Ryan continued, scooping up a spoonful of Isa's eggs, shoving them in her mouth. "And Isa, you never drink."

"I have no desire to," she explained, barely scolding Ryan as she swiped a piece of scorched bacon off her plate. "I'm surprised you're not slumped over a toilet."

I finished the rest of the cooking and gave Ryan her breakfast. "Ryan has alcohol for blood."

"Why do you think I can't donate blood? They said it would give their patients liver disease," Ryan jokes, taking a bite of fruit. "So when do your parents get back? I'd like to take a dip in their beautiful large tub before school."

"Oh, shit! I forgot my homework at home," Isa panicked and ran to her phone.

Ryan and I were left alone. We filled the silence with mindless chatter. Our conversation changed courses when Ryan's phone beeped. She picks it up and she screams with excitement. "Oh, my god!"

"What? What?" I ask.

"Okay, so I know you don't like him, but Tom and his band are having a party tonight!"