Tom Kaulitz...Would You Like To Dance?

We pulled up outside a little diner that was on the corner and the boys helped each of us out. I looked up knowing exactly where we were. It was my favorite Italian diner in town.

“I hope you like Italian!” Tom said smiling.

“It’s my favorite!” I said and Tasha nodded her head in agreement while she and Bill continued staring at each other.

“Ja?” Tom smiled at me.

“Mhmm…mostly Spaghetti!”

“Kein Weg! Bauen Sie auch ab!” He said almost shocked.

I just smiled and the four of us walked into the dinner and took booth in the back. I sat on one side with Tom and Tasha with Bill on the other.

Tom and I couldn’t help but laugh because they were the most talkative people we knew and they couldn’t even manage a whole sentence. But it wasn’t like one of those awkward dates where you can’t find anything to say, they didn’t even have to speak and I could already hear the wedding bells…or was that a cell phone? That was my cell phone…

It was a text from my younger sister Clara; she was asking what time my dance recital was.

“What dance recital?” Tom asked being genuinely interested.

“We have a show on Saturday night at seven.” I answered. Then low and behold…Tasha actually spoke.

“When do you guys leave? Maybe you can come see it?!”

“We leave Monday morning.” Tom said, but mostly toward me.

“Well…you can go if you’d like.” I said shyly.

“Ich würde... sehr viel!” Tom said with a smile.

“Phantastisch!” Bill yelled, being excited that he’d be watching Tasha dance. I think they really liked each other. Too bad distance wasn’t on our side, but we’d make the most of it now.

“Great, I’ll get you the directions to the place.” I said just in general, not really to anyone.

Our food finally arrived; it was a big plate of Spaghetti that we’d all share from, very Lady and the Tramp. Except the boys weren’t tramps so it didn’t exactly apply. It didn’t take us long to eat, and we decided that after wards we’d take a walk in central park.

It was an absolutely beautiful place especially at night. The boys were in awe, being that they’d never seen it before. We walked for a while and eventually mine and Tom’s hands were laced, as were Bill’s and Tasha’s. They seemed to have gotten over the whole shyness thing because now they wouldn’t stop talking. At least it was with each other and Tom and I could be alone.

Bill and Tasha stopped and sat on the edge of the fountain and continued their conversation. Tom and I didn’t want to leave them behind so we sat at a bench a little ways off. We looked up at the stars and I decided to ask him a question.

“Why me?”

“Hmm?” He looked over at me.

“Why me and not the others?” I really did want to know.

“Because you were the only one that didn’t try to impress me.” He smiled and looked down at my lips. I giggled and looked at my feet.

“Darf ich Sie küssen?” He asked as he placed his hand on mine.

“Sie können!” I said.

He leaned in ever so slightly, placing his warm inviting lips on mine. The cold of his lip ring sent shivers down my spine. He pulled away and smiled again at me before wrapping an arm around me. We sat silently staring into the night until it got too cold to stand.

We made our way back to the car and Tom drove Tasha and me home. They walked us inside and up to our door. Bill stood a few feet away from us with Tasha and I could out of the corner of my eye that he had leaned in and lightly kissed her cheek.

Tom did the same only I turned my head so that our lips met once again and he smiled into the kiss.

“Ich werde Sie Samstag sehen, aber ich werde Sie morgen rufen.” He smiled.

“Ok…” I said before he and Tom left. Tasha and I excitedly ran inside plopping ourselves down on the couch and spilling everything. We are girls…what do you expect?!