So... this is that curious thing called love... interesting.

Sorry it's been a month, but there are just so many things happening right now in school... but, here is, after almost a month, a new chapter. Maybe it's a little too bipolar.

I came out from the shower and put Tom's clothes on. I must admit, they're pretty comfortable. I came back to the room, where I couldn't see Tom. Wasn't he supposed to take care of me at all time? Wow, how responsible... As I saw Tom wasn't in the room, I decided to use that time on my own to escape. I ran towards the door but was stopped by two strong arms. I tried to reach the door handle with all my strength but the arms just pulled me harder. I didn't give up and tried to get out of that grip, but started to get tickled. (Note: yeah, there are lots of 'buts' )
“No! Please... stop it!”
“Only if you quit your escape.”
“Okay, okay! I'll be good, I promise!” He let go of me and I turned to face him.
“Good.”
“I'm so sorry, I don't know why I...” I turned quickly, opened the door and ran away.
“Hey! Come back here!” Tom chased me down the corridor. Ha ha, can't believe he didn't see that coming. I continued running to the elevator that was still a little far, and heard some kind of war scream coming from behind. Soon enough, I was roughly tackled. Tom stood up and lifted me to carry me on his shoulder.
“What are you doing?!” I started screaming and kicking him, but he didn't even flinch. “Put me down!” He sighed.
“I can't believe you escaped even though you said you wouldn't.”
“And I can't believe you actually didn't see that coming. Now put me down!”
“Not until we get to the room. You've disappointed me, Char.” Tom said, sadness in his voice. I couldn't stand that. He has done so much for me and I don't even recognize his effort. I stopped kicking him and relaxed.
“Tom, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to disappoint you. I don't want you to be sad. I promise you I won't try anything during this week and I'll do everything you say... except putting that... dress.” I said sincerely. Tom stayed quiet for a moment, processing what I just said. Meanwhile, we were getting to the hotel room, where, while I was looking at the huge bed, I thought about another decision I wanted to make so Tom would forgive me. I bit my lip and spoke. “And you will sleep on the bed... with me.” He quickly put me down and looked at me in the eyes.
“Wait, what? No, you're crazy. I can sleep on the couch.”
“Tom, I insist! I don't want you to be uncomfortable. Besides, the bed is huge, we can both have different sides.”
“No. It... it could be dangerous for me to be so close to you, on a bed.” He went to the couch and sat down. “It's... too tempting.” I blushed and cleared my throat. Then, I sat next to him.
“What do I have to do to make you forgive me?”
“That is not a problem, but you're not convincing me.” He shook his hand exaggeratedly, almost mocking, in front of me.
“Oh, really?” I approached him, doing the same movement he did.
“Really.” He answered, determined.
“Are you sure?” I came closer to him.
“100% sure.” He came closer, his eyes into mine, our noses touching. I saw how his eyes wouldn't change his serious expression and kissed him. He seemed surprised at first, but then went on. I separated from Tom. “Okay... maybe I'm 75% sure.” I smiled and hugged him.
“You're comfortable, you know that?”
“And you're kinda bipolar, you know that?”
“Dude, I'm a girl, that's what you get with this package.” I moaned and Tom got up.
“Get some rest, that's what the doctor said.” He helped me get to bed and went back to the couch. I sighed.
“I guess I didn't win.” I said as I got into the covers and looked at Tom, preparing himself to sleep on the couch. He glanced at me for a moment.
“That's what you think.” He winked.

*

During the night, I started to get cold, at the point where my teeth started chattering. I thought about getting another blanket, but I was so tired I didn't want to move. I rolled in the bed to try to warm up but it was useless. I stood there, lying on the bed and shaking frenetically, until I felt two warm arms wrapping me around. I turned around to face Tom and smiled at him in the dark.
“So... you caved.” I concluded.
“No, but your chattering was starting to drive me crazy.” I hit him on the arm. “I'm kidding... well... no, actually it's true, but I owe you this. Remember the first night when we met, and you said you would take care of me if I were sick?”
“Yeah, I thought that you had gotten sick because of me. I was feeling so guilty.”
“I didn't like that you blamed yourself for something that was my fault, and I didn't like that you were all around me, making sure I was 'okay' when I was 'perfect'. Now I know how you felt then, full of concern and anxiety, hoping it wasn't because of you that it happened, and all that stuff.”
“And I kinda have an idea of how you felt... but I think my case is worse.”
“That's why you'll need all my love and care.”
“Who's the girl now? Oh, where's that dress you had to wear?” I looked down to see that he had his underwear and a different shirt on.
“I'm not wearing that, I'm not your doll! And that dress was supposed to be yours.”
“So I could do a lap dance or something? Yeah, right, like that would happen. And, I don't know if you thought about it, but I would get colder with that on.” Idiot... ¬¬
“Okay, fine! I'm sorry! But I'm not a total jerk, at least I came, right?”
“Hmm... yeah, thank you.” I smiled and could see how his eyes sparkled in the darkness as he smiled as well. “What? Why are you smiling?”
“Because I'm about to do this.” He lifted my head and started kissing me slowly.
“We always do that, what makes it different this time?”
“Nothing. That's the best. I've been with so many different girls, looking for variety, but you're the only one that I want to kiss all the time.” I laughed hysterically, but instantly covered my mouth.
“Sorry.” I looked at him with a shy smile that transformed into a kiss. Short, but powerful. I took a deep breath and laid my head on Tom's chest, my eyes closed. “Goodnight, Tom.”
“Yeah... goodnight.” I felt how Tom was somehow feeling awkward and excited at the same time. I strangely fell asleep after all, between the arms of the one I loved.

*

Have you ever had that weird sensation that you are still dreaming? Well, welcome to my life! It's funny how I thought all the problems, bipolarity, arguments and jokes were part of one of my dreams... until... you know... I woke up next to Tom, on his hotel room. I looked up to his face, still asleep. He looked so beautiful and peaceful that I didn't want to interrupt his dreams, but couldn't control my urge to caress his soft skin.
“What are you doing?” He asked, his eyes closed.
“I'm just exploring the irregularities of your face.”
“Mm-hum...” Tom said sarcastically.
“Yeah, and you really need to exfoliate around here.” He smiled and opened his eyes. He stared at me for awhile.
“Have I told you how much I like the way you look?”
“No. And have I told you how I love your clothes are?”
“Of course you love them! They're mine, you have to love them.” He winked.
“Whatever. So... what's the plan for today?”
“You'll stay here and I'll go out with the guys that will arrive today. But I'll be back to take you out for dinner.” He stood up, went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. “I'm gonna take a shower, feel free to join.”
“Keep on dreaming.” I put myself comfortable on the bed to try to sleep a little. Tom turned to me with a malicious smile.
“Are you sure you don't want to join me?” He started to approach the bed.
“Yeah, now, if you let me, I'll go back to sleep.” I closed my eyes and relaxed.
“No, you won't.” I felt how the bed disappeared under me and was lifted directly to the bathroom.
“No! Please, don't!”
“It'll refresh your ideas and that way you'll wake up.”
“But why waking up if I can sleep all day?!”
“Don't complain and just enjoy.” He got into the shower, carrying me on his arms.
“AAAAAAAAA!!!!! WHY IS IT COLD?!?!?!”
“I usually start my showers with cold water.”
“PUT ME DOWN!!”
“But this is fun.” He laughed. I tried to get down but Tom was holding me too tightly and I gave up. I sighed.
“Tom, please, I want to get back to bed and rest a little, remember I'm sick. Please, put me down.” I begged, the sweetest way I could. His smile faded when his eyes met mine.
“I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you.” He put me down and helped me get out of the bathroom, so I wouldn't slip. “Okay, now let me get you something warm and dry.” He looked in his drawers and took some clothes out. He handed me the shirt and the shorts and I just looked at him, taken aback. “What? Not warm enough? I'll ask Bill if he has something more.” He got out of the room running down the corridor, slipping when he got to Bill's door and hitting a table, making a little lamp fall on his head.
“Tom! Are you... are you okay?” I know it probably hurt, but the scene was just too funny. I went to where Tom was laying on the floor, the lamp on one hand and his forehead covered by the other. “Dude, you broke it. How hard can your head be to break that?”
“I hit my head really bad.” He put his hand down, leaving the bloody wound uncovered.
“Oh, Tom. You're bleeding. Let me get something to put pressure on the wound,, just wait here.” I ran back to the room and took a piece of cotton and came back. I started to clean the wound. “I'm serious, how hard is your head to break a lamp and bleed at the same time?”
“I don't know. Guess I shouldn't run.”
“Yeah. Why did you get out running? I mean, it wasn't like I would turn into a Popsicle just because I was wet.” Tom looked at me full of concern.
“When I found you under the snow, you were ice cold and wet.”
“Okay. But that's different, it was snowing. There's no snow here, is there?”
“No. You know, I'm not that stupid just because I hit my head.” He complained.
“Keywords : that stupid.” He looked offended and I smiled. “And just so you know, I can put my own clothes instead of yours... or Bill's”
“What?” We turned our heads to the door, looking at Bill, leaning on the door frame. It looked like he was there for awhile, watching us interact. “You want my clothes?”
“No. But your brother ran here to ask you if you had something warm for me to wear, but I don't want it. Don't worry.”
“It's fine, if you need it you can take it.”
“No, no. I'm fine, thanks anyway.” I stood up and helped Tom, who was now holding the cotton on his forehead. Bill approached Tom and asked whispering.
“Did you tell her yet?”
“No. I'm taking my time.”
“Told me what?” They both looked at me.
“Hum... hum... Where we're going. I want it to be a surprise.” Tom said, smirking a little.
“But I probably already know it. I live here, remember?”
“You probably won't know this one.” He winked and turned me to the hallway. “Okay, now let's go back and find you something warm.” I walked back to the room, looking in the corner of my eye how Tom and Bill exchanged a complicity look.

Wow I love this. *kisses screen*
It's so sweet and funny, yet the endings are so suspensefullllll. o.O
I can't wait for the next update :3 <3

Thanks girls! I'm glad you liked it! I wrote this in different times and different humours, so many different thoughts came to me at the same time that I had to edit everytime because it wouldn't make sense
Anyways, I'm starting the next one but I'm not sure how it'll take because I have an art project and I have to draw Lady Gaga.

WOW!!!
Sophie.. )
LOVE IS IN THE AIR!!!
Post soon! And good luck with your project, we already know that your drawing will turn out well because YOU'RE REALLY AN ARTIST!

So... I hope someone still remembers this fic because I can say that I'm probably gonna post soon, hopefully in the next few hours... maybe minutes.

I'm SOOOO sorry I wasn't active these... hum... weeks?... months? idk and I apologize from this moment 'cause this part of the story might be a little confusing or disappointing because it's been awhile since I last wrote it but couldn't finish it, and now I really can't tell if it's rather good or not. :/

JESUS! I pratically had forgotten that it took place during Christmas time! :O

I just figured that I had enough for a chapter. As I said before, it might be a little disappointing considering the time it took, but as a reward I'll post the next chapter sooner.


It's so depressing when you have to stay all day in a same place! I watched like four movies in a row, read “The House of the Spirits” by Isabel Allende and made some kitchen experiments. Most of them were delicious, but one was so terrible that I spit it out the window... don't wanna talk about the people that were down... At the end I waited... and waited... and waited... went to the bathroom and kept waiting... and fell asleep.

*

The four boys were hanging around, visiting the city together. Tom looked up to the sky and at his watch.
“Man, it's late. I have to go get Charlotte.” Tom started to walk faster back to the hotel.
“Someone is in love.” Georg said, teasing Tom. He just rolled his eyes and kept walking, not defending himself. “What? You're not denying it? Or gonna say that it's nothing special or just a friend?” Tom ignored him and kept walking. The boys just stared at him doubtingly.
“What's wrong with him?” Gustav asked Bill.
“Yeah, he usually would start teasing me or something.” Georg asked, perplexed about Tom's attitude.
“Is he on Viagra again?” Gustav asked again. Bill just looked at them amused and kept walking.
“You'll see tonight, when you meet Charlotte. She's... different.” Bill gave his final answer. Meanwhile, Tom was walking to the hotel, hurried. He felt guilty for leaving Charlotte all alone for so long. She was sick and fragile, he would have to be taking care of her, he promised her he would. But, he wasn't doing anything wrong, in fact, he was just being himself and he would make a perfect dinner for her. That wasn't wrong. That was romantic, in fact. She made him want to be a better person, his first impression of her was so mistaken that he felt like he should be with her, not for one night, but for even longer. After days of knowing each other, she told him she loved him. He has heard that coming from THOUSANDS of girls, but it never meant so much for him like it did that day. He wanted to tell her the same, but he wasn't strong enough. Time was slipping by, he'd have to get away from her in no time and everything would be over. He came back to reality and came out of the elevator. He crossed the hallway that separated the rooms, arrived at his and vacillated in front of the door. He thought how lucky he was that no one could see him like this, the confident boy that used to be him was so nervous in front of the door where, on the other side of it, was the girl he loved. He opened cautiously the door, thinking she might be doing something random and he wanted to surprise her with his 'unexpected' presence, but he found her asleep. He came carefully to the bed and sat on her side, looking at her lovingly, trying not to wake her.

~

I felt how the bed sank under someone's weight and made me roll directly to it. I opened my eyes and there was Tom, smiling at me.
“Hey, you're back! How was your day?” I asked. He sighed and lied down beside me, looking at the ceiling.
“It was great. It's always fun to be with my friends.”
“Can't argue with that.” I looked at the clock that read 5:07pm. “Why did you come back so early?” Tom looked at me and at the clock.
“Oh. Hum... I thought you wanted company, you know, after being all day inside, alone.” I looked down.
“Ah. I see... what did you guys do?” He looked at me and I shrugged. “Just curious.”
“We just went around, visiting everything we could, and looking completely impressed and wondered by the city, in front of the cameras.”
“Did you mean it?” I sat in front of him.
“Well, I already visited the city, and it was nice to not having anyone recognizing us.”
“You were faking.” He went silent. “Don't worry, I get it, I mean, you were never forced to like this place.”
“But I do like it.” He sat, took my hand and looked in my eyes. “I love it.” Tom practically whispered. I smiled shyly and stood up, going to the kitchen.
“Hum... you know, let's take advantage of the time and clean this mess.” I stood in front of the big mess that was invading the kitchen. Tom looked at what I had done during the day.
“How can you do this in just... a few hours.”
“Sometimes I'm hyperactive so I do plenty of stuff without I even realize how time goes by. Usually I take naps after my hyperactive impulse.” I explained myself, looking at Tom with an innocent smile.
“I noticed. Actually, this may sound funny or weird, but what did you dream about.” He asked, almost worried for my reaction.
“Oh, you know, the usual. I dreamed about us getting married and having 15 children, each with a plant name, your favorite was Lily because she was a guitar prodigy and I loved Violet, because she would be a violin prodigy. We were a big happy musical family.” I answered, as if it was the most logical thing to dream about. Tom stood silent for a moment, as if he as in deep thought.
“Really?” He asked, doubt written all over his face.
“Of course not! Gee, I'm not that crazy. I actually don't remember my nap dreams, but I'm sure it wasn't about you or else it would've been a nightmare.” Tom looked up, offended and almost sad.
“Why? I thought you liked me, can't I be always in your dreams.” His eyes actually were sad and he wore an expression of a lost puppy that could make you cry.
“Aww... I was just kidding, okay?” I couldn't control the urge to hug him. “I'm sorry if I offended you. But I do dream with you, everyday I spend with you feels like a dream. And I don't mind that sounds cheesy.” I smiled at Tom. He looked at me with flirty eyes.
“Then let's never wake up. And I don't care either how that sounds.” We both smiled at each other like two fools before getting down to business.

~

“Okay, why do you like to cover my eyes for a surprise? I kinda feel like you're kidnapping me and you don't want me to know my location.” I said as we were walking to where we were going to dinner and I was wearing a bandage to cover my eyes. Tom was leading me, pushing me from the back.
“Damn, how did you know I was kidnapping you?” Tom laughed.
“Intuition.” I winked, but he couldn't see it, so I smiled. I started to hear classical Christmas music, and got a little worried. “This is not something fancy, right? Because I'm not dressed for it.”
“Don't worry about that, and what are you talking about? You are dressed, I mean you're not walking around in your underwear.” Tom answered to my existential doubt.
“You wished I was in my underwear only.”
“It's not like I haven't seen you that way before.” He purred in my ear. “Okay, we're here, you can look now.”
“I really don't understand why...” I got quiet when I looked at the place. It was a wide and cozy, there was a fireplace, a little Christmas tree on a side and the other guys waiting on the table, talking. Funny, I didn't notice the voices. “What is this place?” I asked, my eyes now focused on the ceiling that was holding a candelabrum.
“You wouldn't believe me if I told you.” Tom smirked.
“It's wonderful... and strangely familiar.” I kept looking at the place. The floor, the walls... I felt the atmosphere was familiar but couldn't tell why. My eyes then dropped in a picture that was just over the fireplace. “That's my picture... from my house? This is my house?” I asked, skeptically. Tom nodded, a big smile drawn on his face. “How could you do all this? Where did you get a candelabrum?”
“I know someone.”
“You did all this... for me?” I couldn't believe his caring.
“Of course. I wanted you to have a great night. So, merry Christmas.” He said, while looking in my eyes, placing a one of hair locks behind my ear.
“Why?” The guys suddenly got quiet, as if they were waiting for the answer to come as well.
“Because... I...” He started getting all nervous and looking around. Gee, is he ever gonna tell me or what? “I thought it was the least I could do. You don't have to thank me.” I heard a big frustrated sigh coming from the table where the guys were, and another one coming from my own mind. “Anyway, shall we?” He pointed at the table. I nodded, he took my hand and led me to the table, where everyone was waiting for us.

YAYYYY YOURE BACKKKKKKK

Amazing as usual. Need I say more?

P.S. LOVING YOUR PICTURE! That's one of my favorite video games of all time. :Q

I know! I had to stop playing it for like two years and re-started to play it recently, and got totally ADDICTED to it! But, now that this is like my last month of school and I have to get perfect grades in math (like that could happen ¬¬), I postponed it for awhile. But, so I can survive, I look up for fanart about it and llisten to the soundtrack ... yeah, I do have a serious problem ^^'

ANyway, back in the fic... I'm glad you like it! While I was like remembering everything from the story, I kinda thought it wouldn't be good, but then thought like "But I don't want to stop imagining romantic and caring Tom and artistic and bipolar Charlotte " So, I guess I'll continue the story.



GOD! I feel hyper and it's like midnight here!! How I wished I didn't have school tomorrow...

WOOO!
Hey I have the soundtrack too >.> I pre-ordered it even. It's not weird. xD

Gahhh I cant wait for more *-*

GOD!! Had I missed this place! I should go to jail for leaving you hanging for this long. -.-' I hate that school got me so busy, between exams and plays. But, good news, I'm back and my vacations have started! So I have plenty of time to write ^^. Bad news, I'll miss my class so much, this was the best year I've ever had, and my partners were the best I could ever ask for, too bad I won't be with them next year Okay, enough depression, here's the next chapter I had promised... a while ago. :/

“I enjoyed so much this dinner with all the guys. It was great to meet your friends and band mates.” We were entering the room and I was still wondered about the dinner. “I still am astonished this whole beautiful and amazing and wonderful dinner was at my place! It was such an unexpected surprise!” I dropped my jaw open.
“I'm really glad you liked it. But I still think it was a bad idea to let you drink wine...” Tom said behind me, closing the door.
“What are you talking about? I'm compleeeeeeetely fine.” I went to Tom and hanged to his shoulder. “You know that you look rreeaallllyyy good under this light?” I came closer to his face and looked at him in the eyes. “Did you?” I whispered into his lips. Tom wrecked back from my breath, before putting me back in my feet. I looked beneath me and realized – well, kinda – that I had climbed on his feet. “Ooopsss!! Sorry about that.” I laughed hysterically.
“Remind me to never let you drink again in your life.” Motherly Tom...
“You say it like it's a big deal. And.. it's... this time of the year... you know... when that fat guy comes down the chimney... hum... ugh! You know what day it is, so don't complain and enjoy me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and was making my way to give him a breathtaking kiss.
“Hum... I think you should get some rest. You're completely drunk and I don't want to take advantage of you when you're in this situation.” He wrapped me off and turned me to the bed.
“You? Take advantage of me? Ha! I'm the one who's taking her clothes off! And you should be doing the same...” Just as I was talking, my shirt flew off my head. Tom stared at me, easily tempted, but still resistant.
“I'm serious. You're drunk and it wouldn't be fair if we did this... no matter how much I want it...” He bit his lip as he gazed at me.
“You like what you see? Well, sweetheart, I'm not done.” I placed his hands on my pants. Please, tell me you're not doing this... Yep. That obnoxious voice in my head was still alive, no matter how much I tried to drown it with alcohol. Tom stared at my pants, frozen at the sight. I looked at him disconcerted. Then I... thought. “Oh... you're those guys that want to be at the same level! You should've said it before!” I put my hands under his shirt and took it off, smoothly. As soon as I saw his bare chest, I couldn't control myself and kissed it, going up to the neck and stopping in his lips. “Now... can we start?” I didn't even wait for him to response before I started kissing him furiously. He seemed very surprised, too surprised to respond. I stopped and looked at him, to see if he would react. Almost as fast as I had broke the kiss, he pulled my pants off and kissed me with the same fierce than me. I wrapped my legs to his waist and tried to soak up the most of him. I could feel our skins burst in flames against each other, and our tongues collide in perfect harmony. Tom carried me and pressed me against the wall as he kissed my neck and explored every inch of my body with his smooth hands. I felt how he was starting to suck on my neck, and couldn't feel with more pleasure. I didn't care if he would give me a hickey, it wasn't as if I was going out soon enough anyway. As he kept sucking, I closed my eyes and let out a little pleasure moan. I felt him smile against my neck and then his lips met mine again. I let my hands run through his body and landed on his pants. I unbuckled them and took them off as fast as I could so I wouldn't have to interrupt this for so long. When I was done, I wrapped myself again around his waist and continued what I had begun. This time, Tom carried me to the bed, making me fall on top of him while he supported my weight as we landed on the bed. Tom turned me, so he was on top. He then broke the kiss and looked at me. I smiled, knowing what the next move would be. Just when I prepared myself for it, Tom stood up and came to my side, pecking my lips and rearranging my hair.
“Good night.” That was completely unexpected.
“Wait. So... that's it?” I sat up against the headboard. “I thought you wanted to... go aaaaallll the way.”
“It's not that I don't want, but it's just not the right time. You're not even aware of what's happening. I don't want you to force you to do something you'll regret in the morning.”
“But I totttalllyy want tooo. Don't you know that they say drunk people alwaaayys ssay the truuuth?”
“Maybe they do, but they still wouldn't remember anything. It would be meaningless.” He certainly was sure of what he was saying... unlike me. I sighed, knowing that I wouldn't get anything more from him.
“You're unbelievable! First, you practically wanted me to sleep with you, and now you're turning it down? Men are so complicated!” I laid on the bed, suddenly tired.
“Not as much as you are.” He smiled and caressed my cheek.
“I love you so much.” I leaned in and kissed him again. Curiously, I didn't stop leaning in when our lips connected and, because Tom was seating on the floor, I started to slip off the bed and he caught me.
“Okay, I think it's enough. Now go to sleep.” He placed me on the bed again and put the covers on me.
“I will. Only if you sleep beside me.” I begged, holding his hand, stopping him from going anywhere.
“I really can't argue with you when you're drunk, can I?” I shook my head. He sighed, getting inside the covers beside me. I cuddled on his chest, sleeping getting sleepy even more.
“Thanks for organizing this dinner for me.”
“You're welcome. Now sleep tight.” He caressed my hair until I fell asleep, which was easier than anything, considering I could pass out in any moment.
“You have no idea how much I love you.” I whispered, before losing consciousness.
“You don't know how much I want to tell you that I love you even more.” Tom whispered to my sleeping form and kissed my forehead.

~

I was waken by the smell of waffles coming from the kitchen. That's weird... I thought we would order room service. Had I missed my mind. Being unconscious of what you do for so long and forget about every idea that comes from your mind, is not nice... specially if you're not used to it. I started to wake up from my deep dream slowly. I tried to seat up, but just as soon as I lifted my head, a huge and terrible atomic bomb invaded my head, and my body collapsed on the pillow I had just tried to leave. That pounding headache I was trying to avoid most of the times, came by to say hello. To try and avoid the headache, I reincorporated while looking down and with my eyes closed, so I wouldn't see the sunlight either and hurt myself even more. But when I thought succeeded I tripped with something that was on the floor and fell to the floor, getting just what I didn't want.
“Ouch! Today is not my day.” I muttered, and put my hand on my head. I heard footsteps coming and saw a perfectly clean and nice Tom, already on his baggy clothes, with some flour traces on his face.
“Are we going to start this morning like this?” He crossed his arms. He was smiling at my clumsiness. I wasn't sure if I had to feel embarrassed or simply melt at his look, melt like chocolate over the waffle smell that came from him.
“I'm sorry, I'm not used to all this drinking. Promise me you'll never let me drink this much again.”
“So you remembered.” He helped me stand up and led me to the kitchen. Stars be damned for your money and success... okay, no, I appreciate the efforts they make to achieve all this. Remembered?
“Remember what? What are you talking about?” My eyes started to look around the room. It was a mess, almost as if someone would've... no... it's not possible. I suddenly noticed it was cold around here. I then looked down to the floor, to see what made me trip. I felt all the blood leave my face as I looked to all the clothes lying on the floor. Then I looked down to my body, my underwear being the only thing left on it. I started to hyperventilate. I didn't know what was worse, the fact that I took advantage of Tom or that I couldn't remember anything. “Shit!” I cursed. I felt like my balance was beginning to fail, and my eyes stayed wide open, my embarrassment growing even more. “I'm so sorry! Or... you're welcome... I don't know! At least, tell me, was I good?” Tom looked at me surprised, as if I caught him off guard, spitting out something he didn't expect to hear.
“What...? Oh, no! No, not at all!” Tom shook his head nervously and rapidly.
“So... I wasn't good. Then, I'm sorry you had to go through that.” I was red like an embarrassed tomato. Tom only shook harder his head, his eyes opened more in surprise.
“NO! I wasn't talking about that! I... just... we... man!.... look, we didn't do it last night.” He explained.
“Oh. But, why am I this way? What did you do to me?”
“Nothing! This was all your idea, I tried to stop you but you kinda wanted to go on.” As he kept talking, I picked up some clothes that were on the floor, trying to put them on, ashamed of my nudity.
“Is that so? Then, if you did nothing to cooperate, why are your clothes lying on the floor too?” I stood up, holding his shirt in front of his face.
“Hum... I... I told you, I tried to stop you. You took my shirt off and stared kissing me all over the torso.” He took his shirt and came closer. “Though I don't blame you for being tempted.” I avoided his look, my eyes landing on a mirror that was near the television. There I was, wearing only a shirt and my hair being a mess. But what caught my attention wasn't my make-up undone nor the big bags under my eyes, but a red hint on my neck. I looked closely to see what it was and, when I figured, I turned back to Tom.
“Is this what you call “no collaboration”?” I pointed to my neck. Tom just walked over the kitchen.
“So? I made you a little hickey. It's no big deal, just leave it alone. Besides, it will disappear in a few days... or weeks.” He whispered the last part. I followed him to the kitchen.
“Okay, so you're telling me that last night nothing happened, but I wake up without my clothe and with a hickey?!” He put some waffles on a plate, put them on the table and looked at me.
“I never said that.”
“So something happened!”
“But not what you think!”
“How can you know what I'm thinking?”
“Fine. At least I'll tell you what happened. We had dinner, you drank too much, we came back to the hotel, you started to take your clothes off, we made out for a while, I stopped you before we got too far and you fell asleep. See? Nothing wrong happened.” I focused on each word he said, and thought about the facts. Something was still not right.
“Let me get this. You were in front of a half naked girl that was willing to be with you, already in a make out session, and you didn't want to get to it?” Tom truly looked confused and a little inpatient.
“Yeah, so?”
“So? You're Tom Kaulitz! You've had all the girls at your feet to please you in bed, but you refused this time.” I pointed at him, blaming.
“I've changed!”
“That's not what I've heard. I've heard you'd have every girl in the world if you could.”
“Nonsense! Who would say that about me?!”
“You!”
“Well... that was before.”
“Before what? Before global warming?”
“What does the global warming have to do with this?!”
“I don't know! Just tell me, before what?!”
“Before I met you! I changed, don't you remember we had this conversation a while ago?”
“But we weren't in this circumstances! I want to know, why didn't you take a chance on me when it was easy to do?”
“I don't get you. First, you freak out because you thought we did it, but then, you freak out because we didn't.” Damn. He does think.
“Just tell me, why didn't you?! What made it different this time?”
“You, okay? You were the difference this time! I respect you and I didn't want you to go through something that big and with you not being able to remember it.”
“So you care about my memory. How kind, but it still doesn't make sense!”
“What doesn't make sense?!”
“If you cared about my memory, why would you encourage my drunk self to do something, but at the end stop?”
“Oh, man!” Tom had lost his patience.
“Really, that's just something that is not logical,” Tom turned around, but I stood on my tip toes and leaned on his shoulder, so he would still listen. “not long ago, you wanted to sleep with me, but when you got the chance, you refuse!” Tom turned all of a sudden, his body tense, but his eyes unable to express the same way. He started to walk towards me, and I just took steps back. He cornered me to the wall, but I still tried to hold my defensive, though his eyes were daring. “You, you contradicted yourself, how can I tr-” His lips shut me up and he held me close to him. He was lifting me up to him.
“If you want to know why, I'll tell you tonight. For now, just enjoy your breakfast.” I gave up. Tom carried me to the table and sat me on a chair, not only because I was between his arms, but because that sudden move he had made caused me a little dizziness. He put a plate in front of me and sat beside me.
“After all, what time is it?” I asked, brushing my fluffy hair.
“That's the last thing that should occupy your mind.” Tom kissed my cheek and encouraged me to eat. This is suspicious... Nothing has happened to us. I don't think that's the sweet life of a superstar... not from what I know.

Maybe I said the same thing twice on one chapter, but don't blame me... blame the global warming! xD No, I'm serious, it's too hot right now and it gives me terrible headaches, how I like to be a hippie... that doesn't do drugs and showers every day

Oh my gosh this had me in hysterics XD

'What does global warming have to do with this?!'

and I loved the part where he was like "First you freak out cause you think we did it, then you freak out cause w didn't." xD
Awww gosh the awkwardness was so cute :3
and ooh. He'll tell her tonight? Intense!

Ohww, why won't you see your classmates next year? :/ I've been busy with finals this past week. I think I failed the math. xD can't wait for your next update though!! <3

Hahaha Thank you!I always love your comments, they make me smile even if it rains... though that doesn't make any sense since I love rain and it's a sunny day... :/ Well, you get what I mean

I won't see my classmates because some of them are leaving to other schools or they'll be in other classes that specialize in science or litterature... and I'm going to economy

I'm working on the next chapter, but I'm kinda stuck... but I'm constantly getting out to get inspired so... let's hope we have good results

Aww shucks :3
ohh I know how you feel :/ a girl I've known or almost 3 years is moving to Florida, as are a lot of other people. It sucks :/

I'm sure it'll be epic as always xD your updates are always worth the wait! (:

I found a way to get this done... finally! So, here I give you my next chapter, which I think is actually number 15! Aha! You thought I wasn't counting, huh? *cough* I didn't start counting two minutes ago *cough*

I tried to sleep for awhile. I think that being drunk leaves me tired, but, still, Tom said he'd tell me something really important tonight and I didn't want to ruin the moment by moaning all the time. But like I said, I tried but couldn't get to sleep. Something felt terribly wrong... I tried to clear off my head and could fall asleep. I dreamed something weird, completely nonsense. I dreamed that I was at my mother's hotel room at the Caribbean, where she went for the holidays, and that I was by the balcony. I couldn't see right, my vision was blurred by my tears, but I knew that I climbed on the edge of the balcony. I almost lost my balance because I couldn't climb properly with one hand. I looked at the hand I couldn't use to climb before, to see why it actually felt heavier than the other. I was carrying a gun. I wasn't surprised, I had planned this awhile ago, I just didn't want to leave my daughter on her own at a young age, but now that she is 21, has her own apartment and a job, she doesn't need me anymore. This was my way to escape from everything. I pointed the gun to my head, charged it, closed my eyes, crying until the oceans that invaded my eyes and turned them blue would dry. I had a quick flashback of my whole life, remembering every mistake I made and regretting most of it, but one thing : having... me? I then realized the person that was standing there wasn't me, or a fictional character or whatever, but my mom! When I realized it wasn't me or anything, I tried to think about anything that would stop her, trying to lead my dream to an end that would be nice and where she wouldn't kill herself. My tries were useless, even if I was in her body, she wouldn't listen. So, after looking at my blackberry (she lied to me? She did take it?) and listened to Charlotte's voice one last time, wishing me the best, I smiled, knowing that she would be with Tom Kaulitz, who loves her and would take care of her. Even if I didn't know him personally, I knew, just by the way he smiled in the pictures that the paparazzi took once. (She still checked for the gossips? More importantly, for my gossips?) Knowing that she was okay, I took one last deep breath (Oh, no, please don't!) and (I'M BEGGING YOU! DON'T DO IT!) pulled the trigger. (NOOO!!!!) The bullet didn't kill me instantly, I knew it wouldn't, that's why I planned it to be here. The gunshot made me lose my balance and my body flew thirty five floors to the ground, making me die on the fall.
“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!” I woke up screaming on the top of my lungs, crying and sweating. I instantly sat up and buried my face between my legs. Tom came running and looked at me, his face drowning on concern.
“What happened?! Are you okay?!” He sat in front of me, trying to get me to look at him. I was crying unceasingly, but I tried to look at him. “Why are you crying?” Tom said, holding my head delicately, wiping the tears that would be replaced by other.
“My... m-moth-ther... sh-she killed hers-self.” I could barely speak, my voice was trembling.
“It must've been a dream.”
“No... it didn't feel like a dream.” I looked for the remote and turned on the TV, landing on a special report from the news. Tom watched and sat beside me, holding me and trying to heal my pain with his gentle touch.
“What seems to be the most desperate way to suicide had place just a few seconds ago. The police is inspecting the body of this woman, looking for an identification. This woman had stolen a gunshot from a policeman and went to the 30th floor of this hotel. The police tried to access the room before she would do anything. We were covering this note from the ground, when we looked that this woman was standing on the edge of her balcony, she shot herself and fell to the ground. Reporting from the Caribbean, I'm Taylor Woods.” And it cut to commercials.
“But, it's probably not your mom. You said she was in Japan.” Tom looked at me.
“She was, but she told me that she wanted to go to the Caribbean afterwards, for Christmas.” I was frustrated. “I should've known she was planning to do this! Why didn't I see it? God! I'm so stupid!” I couldn't hold my tears. The woman that had sacrificed so much for me, to have me, to make me follow my dreams, the one that never gave up on me, just killed herself. Tom held me tight to his chest.
“You're not stupid at all, you have to get that. Are you completely sure it's your mother?” He didn't sound sceptical or anything, he sounded almost like he wanted it to not be true. Just at the moment, the news channel was announcing the identity of the woman that jumped, announcing the thing I feared the most, but knew perfectly. All I could do was hold on to Tom more tight, he just held me, he held me and never let me go. Right now, he was all I had left. I had to make him stay with me, I couldn't be left alone. What was I supposed to do once he was gone?
“Tom... please... don't leave me. You're everything I have now. You can't go...” My voice was breaking constantly, and I couldn't control my breath. Tom stayed silent for a moment, before speaking out.
“Charlotte... I... I wished I could stay with you forever, but I won't be able to stay for longer than two months. But, during this time, I won't leave you at all. I'll stay all the time you want me to.” My mind was completely occupied by the thought of my loss, I don't think I heard every word Tom said. At the moment, I didn't care too much about words, I cared about him holding me in this time of desperation. If he wasn't around... I don't know what I would've been capable of doing. I cried until I fell asleep. When I woke up, Tom was still holding me, I actually fell asleep between his arms, his chest being my pillow, his arms providing me warmth, his voice being my lullaby, his pounding heart my drums and his eyes the only thing I could hold on to now. “Are you better now?” Tom whispered.
“I don't know...” I took a deep breath. “I think I am.” I refused to leave my place, it was too comfortable. The thing I needed the most right now, was comfort. We didn't say a word, I was lost in my deep thoughts and Tom was lost with me, in my mind. I always said, whenever someone looked in my eyes, they could easily know what my reckless mind was up to. I had never been this intimate with Tom, not even when we almost got to it yesterday, we were practically sharing the same thoughts in this moment. No more secrets, no more boundaries, we knew everything that each of us was thinking. Or... at least Tom knew more things than me, he was hard to read for me. He could have one sort of spark in his eyes for a tiny moment, and then it would turn all blurred. Despite that detail, we were in a deep connection. “We have to go.” After a moment of consideration, I finally made my mind. Tom nodded, following my track of mind. I knew I could count on him in this situation.


Hope it's not too depressing...
P.S : I'm not going to economics clas next year, I got to literature!

:O ... D':

that's all I can say. I'm at a loss for words. I did NOT see that coming. O.o

ps. WOOHOO! literature is always better

I didn't see it coming either, but then thought about how it could help for the story and just had to.

Yeah, I'm finally going where I belong. And there I can find art and culture and I'm taking as options drama class and arts Plus, they couldn't say no, after I won 4th place on a short story writing contest, I was featured in the best school play ever seen and I draw so well

OMG! You're in luck!!
Wow! You must be really talented! *-*

Haha, well thank you. Some tell me I am, but I think I could do it better, now that I have time, I think I can improve myself. Besides, there are people in my school that have more talent than me. I have a friend that is going to be a great writer, I have a few that could open their own Cirque du soleil, I have one that plays the guitar, piano and violin and can do everything he wants to in a few days. I always think everyone has at least one talent that can be their key of success.

O.O You're making me cry 'cause I can't do anything like that. Maybe writing would be okay...

HEY SO WHAT! I love your talent as is!!! <3

Points to recover after last loading :
- I'd like to thank you, Nicole, for your nice and lovely compliments, and to keep reading this though I don't upload often.
- I'm back to school, so I'm back in action... kind of
- I finally got something to go on with the story (I had an ending, but I didn't know how to do it), I decided to base this chapter on the dream I had one night that inspired me to write this fan fic, of course, just a part of the dream is in this chapter.
- I'd like to apologize for leaving this hanging for two months (blame my uncreative mind that wasn't working )
And with nothing further, here's my new chapter :



“I really hope you don't mind if we go in the private jet. It's the fastest way we can get there.” Tom told me one more time, before I closed my suitcase and put it in front of the door.
“The fastest, the best. I need to get there immediately if it was possible. I just hope everyone will be able to get there on time.” I had already called my familiars, friends of my mother and mine. They all were shocked by the news, everyone was as clueless as I.
“Look,” Tom got to me and ran his hand through my hair. “you know I'm here for you, we are all here for you.” He probably meant the band, which I actually could get to know in Christmas. I learned to love them as my brothers in no time and so did they, they were coming with me to support me... though they were in vacation. His hand stopped in my cheek and I held it there.
“I know. Thanks for supporting me in these hard times. You're amazing, you are the most amazing person I've ever known. I don't know what I would do without you.” I said sincerely, looking into his eyes. Suddenly, his hand left my face and his arms around me, embracing me. It was a protective embrace, I knew the kind. One of his arm was all through my back, one hand, was holding my shoulder, making his arm cover my neck, and his head was resting on top of mine.
“No matter where I go, no matter what I do, I'll always be there for you.” Tom kissed the top of my head and then my cheek. I held him tight, not wanting to ever leave his arms. But we had to get on a plane in short time. I lifted my head to face Tom, a silent tear rolling down my cheek.
“We have to go.” My voice was starting to crack, announcing a new sorrow coming up. Tom held my face with his two hands, wiping away the numerous tears starting to fall.
“I know.” He took the bags, opened the door and got out. “Let's go. They're all waiting downstairs for us.” He offered me his hand and I took it. We got downstairs, where Bill, Gustav and Georg were waiting for us.

*

During the flight...
Charlotte fell asleep for crying too much and because she couldn't sleep last night, because of all her concern. She fell asleep on Tom's shoulder, which she found extremely comfortable.
“Is she asleep yet?” Bill asked, barely a whisper for his twin to know. Tom nodded, careful not to wake her. “Poor Charlotte, what an awful thing has happened!”
“She is suffering so much it actually hurts to see.” Tom caressed her face lovingly. “Did you know she actually felt it and witnessed it just in the precise moment?”
“How?” Bill asked. Georg and Gustav turned to their conversation.
“She dreamed it. It was as if fate told her to sleep then, she probably had a huge connection with her mother to feel the whole thing, just as if it was her. She woke up screaming and crying, when I came to her, she told me her mother died.” He noticed Charlotte's chills and put his arm around her.
“Man. What a terrible way to know about your mother's death. I would hate that it would happen to me.” Georg said, after hearing everything.
“Poor Charlotte.” Bill commented.
“It is a very strange way to know about something like that.” Gustav said. All turned to him, doubt written in their faces. “You know, not everyday you know your mother died because you dreamed it.” He said everything he had to say, got comfortable on his seat and put his headphones on. After that, they all stayed silent, thinking deeply about what Gustav had just said. Tom gazed at Charlotte. He wanted to make her feel safe, make her feel better, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that, even if he wanted, he couldn't. All he could do was hug her and caress her face. Bill couldn't stop staring at him. He was thinking on how lucky was his brother to find someone like her, but, at the same time, how stupid he is for not telling her his feelings.
“Tom, tell her soon.” Bill ordered him.
“I'm not sure it's the right moment.” Tom had a constant action that consisted on running his fingers through Charlotte's hair. He couldn't stop, in fact, he didn't want to stop.
“For God's sake, look at you! Right now! The expression you're wearing in this precised moment when you're looking at Charlotte asleep, the way you're sitting, making sure not to be too low or too high for Charlotte's comfort, you put your arm around her so she isn't cold, dude, the only thing that is left is that you actually haven't slept with her because 'you respect her'.” Tom looked at his brother, without saying a word. Bill then knew. “You didn't! Unbelievable. And that's how you expect to tell me you're not in love with her.”
“I'm not in love with her,” Tom tried to say, but Bill interrupted, saying the correct words.
“You love her with all your heart and soul.” Tom was speechless. He knew that was 1000% true. “You see? If you love her so much, why won't you let her know?”
“I don't know. I've tried many times, but I'm always being interrupted.”
“Then tell her when you're alone. And if someone tries to interrupt you, just say it, without any doubt. That's what I would do. Well, I would probably do even more than that.” Bill smiled, imagining everything he would do for his soul mate. “Anyway, what is stopping you from this?”
“Her condition. I don't want to make her feel worse, knowing that I love her but I can't be with her forever.” Tom turned to Charlotte again, taking a lock that had fallen on her eyes away her face.
“But at least she won't feel like she missed a chance. She'll know you didn't abandon her and that you're true to her. Please, Tom, don't make her regret meeting you.” Bill got comfortable on his seat and looked by his window. Tom looked at Charlotte and kissed her cheek.
“I know I didn't.”

*

I woke up on Tom's shoulder, the plane still on the air.
“Did you sleep well?” Tom asked. I looked up to his face, still concerned.
“I could rest.” I sat up, noticing Tom had his arms around me. I didn't make any questions about it I already got used to these kind of things coming from him, so I didn't mind. I stared blankly at the infinity, thinking deeply. I blinked and I got back to earth.
“What were you thinking?” Tom asked and held me tighter.
“Nothing... just life and other stuff.” I shrugged.
“Like what?”
“Um... it's nothing important, just... thoughts.”
“Come on, tell me. I'm sure I can't be that dumb or ignorant.” He didn't sound pushy or anything, he seemed curious and interested.
“Please, I don't want to talk about it... maybe later, ok?” I gave him a small smile. “Now, when are we landing?”

*

After we left our bags in the hotel, I found out where my mother's body was being kept. I went there to fill in the papers that were necessary for her incineration. Tom insisted to come with me. I felt like he was being a little overprotective and I was beginning to get sick of it.
“Hey, wait. I can't walk so fast.” Tom was trying to follow me once we were on the street.
“Why are you still following me? I can handle everything by myself. You should go with your friends, I know this place good enough to know where to go.” I kept walking and answered without turning around. I heard him run behind me, he appeared in front of me and walked backwards to see me.
“I'm with you because I care about you. I want to make sure you're okay, always. I want to protect you.” That was all I needed to hear.
“You want to protect me. What if I don't want protection? What if I can take care of myself? What if I need my space?” When I said that last word, I pushed him to a side. I was getting really pissed.
“Oh, so I'm overprotective? And you think you don't need me. You clearly don't know anything about your own life!” He was walking behind me again.
“And you do?! You barely know me! It's been only a week since we met!! And now you think you know me better than myself?!”
“I know enough to be sure that you wouldn't survive one second without me! Admit it! You're so in love with me that you can't let me go!” In that moment, I turned to face him. We both stopped in front of each other.
“So I'm the one that can't let go. What about you?! You followed me here! I never asked for anything but you still did it! If there's someone that is crazy about the other, is you! YOU are crazy about me!” I poked him on the chest every time I finished a sentence, and he would seem more and more confused and surprised with each poke. Before I gave him any chance to react, I turned again and started running. This time, I didn't hear footsteps behind me. I was so mad, I started crying. Luckily, my old friend, rain, came just in time, covering my tears under raindrops. It was as if the sky knew exactly how I felt. I kept running until I got tired and I sat on the bench of a park that had suddenly gotten in my way. In these situations, when I couldn't control my emotions, my mind would mix every repressed critics and make my mouth spit the venom all over. That simple taste would give me headaches and I often felt like I would suddenly faint. Sometimes, I couldn't even remember what I said, but this time, my mind was clear. I had told Tom he wanted me and he didn't defend himself. Could...? No... But it is kinda obvious... Did I just unveiled his secret? If I did, why wouldn't he tell me? Why didn't he tell me sooner? I had told him days from now that I loved him. Why would it be more complicated for him to tell me? But why am I thinking about him? I was the one that literally pushed him away. I'm so mad at him I wouldn't stand a minute with him following me around. But I love him so much, that I don't want to let him go. I need him...

D: This was a really heart-wrenching chappie, man. D':
...I love it.

Hahahaha no problem!! As long as you continue to update, I will continue to read ;D

Awww! Thank you :3 That really motivates me. Today, I actually woke up with the willing to write, so I'll see what can the result be.

I hope I didn't make you wait too long... Probably not much... just about a month :P Here is the next chapter!



Tom tried to follow Charlotte when she left, but she ran fast when she wanted. He seemed surprised by her sudden change of humor, he had listened that girls were somehow bipolar, but he never imagined it would be like that. When the rain got more intense, he continued to look for her, afraid of what she would be capable of doing or that she would get sick again and this time it would be worse. He went through the darkest corners, through the toughest crowds, looking for her. She was nowhere to be found. She didn't want to be found. Tom got to a park and sat behind a tree, convinced that he would never find her. He lowered his head, as a sign of defeat.

*

I decided to leave when the puddles were starting to turn into ponds. Before I left to the hotel, I decided to walk through the park for awhile. If there was something that I loved, it was to be in contact with the wet nature. I found a tree and sat under it. I started singing over the storm, the song that I had in my heart since Tom composed it for me. Once I got to the chorus, I stopped for a moment, remembering how I pushed Tom away. But then... another voice was starting the chorus. At first I thought it was my imagination, but it seemed strangely close. At some point, it stopped as well, as if it was leading me to continue. I sang another verse and it joined me in the chorus. And we continued that way, I stood up to look for the one that was behind the tree. As I heard the voice closer, it seemed to leave to the other side. He was looking for me as well. When the song ended, I stopped, holding the last note. A pair of arms hugged me from behind.
“And that, is how duets should be like.” Tom said as he turned me to face him.
“We should warn a musician, quick!” I answered.
“But before we go anywhere, why don't we enjoy this rain.”
“More like waterfalls.” I stood there, staring at the warm eyes that I will never hate. “Is it me, or do you always find me somewhere under the rain?” I said as I caressed his wet cheek and stopped on his shoulder.
“Maybe it's the rain that wants me to find you under it.” He said as he brushed his fingers through my dripping hair.
“Could you forgive me for the way I acted?”
“There's nothing to forgive.”
“Man, I don't deserve someone like you.”
“You're right. I'll find someone else.” He turned and walked away.
“Hey!” I followed him and caught his sleeve.
“I'm kidding, I wouldn't change you for anything.”
“Not even... Nutella?”
“Hmmm...” He put his arms around my waist. “No.”
“Then I must be important. I'm flattered.” I felt the rain hit harder each time. “I don't know if you've noticed, but we're still standing under the rain.”
“There's only one thing we should do.” He let me go. I turned around to walk to the hotel, Tom made me spin and as I stopped, his lips caught mine in a once in a lifetime kiss. Theory confirmed : we kiss better under the rain. New question : how would it be underwater? :P This kiss had a new taste, one that I never noticed rather than lust or playing, it felt so different... instead of saying “I'm sorry” it seemed like he was saying...
“I love you.” I think I just mis... misunderstood something, the... the rain must be really heavy to not let me hear well. I opened my eyes, slowly, thinking it was only a dream, wondering if at the end I fell asleep on the bench, but nothing changed.
“What did... did you say? I think I didn't hear you.” I was so confused I didn't know what to say.
“I love you. I've wanted to tell you for days. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!” He started screaming. He seemed to have waited for this moment for a very long time.
“I... I didn't want to make this sound like a cliché, but I can't help it. I love you too. I love you so much, I can't believe you feel the same for me. I love you. Now I sound like a broken record, but who cares? We're in love!” I jumped to kiss him but we fell to the ground. I had fallen on top of Tom and kissed him. He rolled and I was then under him. I tangled my hands on his neck, not wanting to let go. I finally know he loves me! What could possibly go wrong now? Of course, besides getting sick... I stopped for a moment, realizing we were still outside and it was still raining. “I think we should get back. Or else we're gonna get sick.”
“Well I have an idea for avoiding the coldness.” Tom winked
“No. Besides, extreme temperatures might be bad for us.” I sat up and looked at him. He pouted.
“But... huh, come on!”
“Shhh...” I leaned in and kissed him slowly. “Wait.” I stood up and started walking.
“You're just making it worse!” He stood up and followed me. “Why are you so mean?” He lifted me up so suddenly I almost fell, screaming and laughing at the same time. He put me down and the rain got heavier. Damn the Caribbean!
“We seriously need to do something, the rain is getting worse.”
“I race you.”

*

“Ha! I win! Learn to run before racing me.”
“You win because I let you win.”
“That's the pride talking.” I smiled. “You know you can't defeat me.”
“Oh, really?” Tom caught me from behind and started tickling me.
“AH! No, I told you... no... tickling... please...”
“I told you I could defeat you. Who's the king now?”
“I am... you're... not... gonna... change the... reality.” I was laughing so hard, I reached the floor. Nevertheless, Tom didn't stop tickling me. “Wait... wait! Bill... is behind.” He stopped tickling for one second to turn around and I took the chance to run inside the hotel and into the elevator that had just come. I waved Tom as the doors were closing and saw him running to catch the elevator. And he thought he was the king! How absurd... I got out of the elevator and reached my room. When I touched the doorknob, I suddenly remember why I had come here on the first place. I let go of the doorknob and leaned my back against the wall, letting myself seat on the ground, looking at a precise spot in the wall, thinking deeply. The elevator door opened, but I didn't care about the person coming out. I heard hard footsteps coming and stopping.
“Charlotte?” It was Bill. He lowered to my size and looked at me, concerned. “How are you feeling?” I couldn't handle it anymore, I let myself fall into tears in his arms. Despite me being wet, or him being Tom's brother, I couldn't behave in any other way. Bill sat when I hugged him and held me, not saying anything. Sometimes, what we all need is just a moment of peace and quiet. After that moment, the elevator opened its doors again, and I saw Tom's expression, changing in the precised moment where our eyes met. He came out and sat beside me and Bill, crossing his arms. Bill noticed him and let me go, only whispering a “Take care” for only me to hear, before getting up and leaving to his room. I was recovering my breath when Tom broke the silence.
“What happened? You were fine just a few minutes ago.”
“I... don't know. I suddenly remembered why-” My voice cracked. I was about to start over, tears fulling my eyes again. Tom caressed my cheek softly, wiping my tears with his thumb.
“It's okay, cry all you want. I'm here for you, and I'll never leave you alone.” I had just dropped a few tears, but it didn't take me more to calm down and let a little smile. “So, now you feel better?” I nodded. “Alright,” He helped me stand up. “then we should enter and change. Don't forget we're still wet. Or maybe more like... soggy.” He opened the door as I let my smile grow more. We entered the room and closed the door. Just at that moment, we both sneezed at the same time.
“Oh, no. I hope we're not sick.”
“Maybe if we take our clothes off right now, we'll prevent it.” I looked at Tom skeptically as my face turned red.
“Hum... I don't think I...” Before I finished my sentence, Tom was already taking his shirt off. He threw it away and looked at me.
“Aren't you taking off your clothes?” He crossed his arms, expecting I would react. I mumbled something incomprehensible and he got closer. “Are you somehow ashamed?”
“Pff! Of course not! I'm not ashamed of anything.” I avoided his look and turned more and more red.
“Then prove it.” I stood speechless for a long moment. “Do I have to do it for you?” I didn't answer, so he pulled my shirt and took it off. I covered my body with my hands as soon as it was out. Tom started laughing. “Really? You know, it's definitely not the first time that I see you like this.”
“Yes, I know, but right now we're not doing anything!”
“Do you... want to do something then?”
“No! Just think for a moment that I already told you that we weren't doing anything. Sometimes I think you only want me for my body.”
“What?! Nonsense! I want you for you!”
“Then prove it.” I mocked him from before and dared him with my eyes. He held the look and then spoke.
“Fine. But first, take your pants off.”
“You see!”
“No! Just... do it, so I can show you.” After a moment of reflection, I did as he said, but still covering myself with my arms. “Put your arms away.” I looked at him in disapproval. “Please.” I finally gave in and did so. I looked in his eyes, making sure he wasn't looking down into “my other eyes”. Surprisingly, he held the look. “See? Am I looking down?” I shook my head. “I told you.”
“What's wrong with you, seriously?” He smiled and held me close to him.
“You've changed me so much.”
“Yes I get that, but you should at least have some kind of physic attraction towards me.”
“Eh...” He kissed me before answering.
“You have to stop doing that! Answer me straight away!”
“Okay... no.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah...” I had an idea just in that moment.
“So... you don't mind I walk around,” I walked slowly in front of him. “and maybe do this.” I caressed Tom's chest with the tip of my fingers. “Are you completely sure now?” I whispered in his ear before leaning in the bathroom door. Tom took my face between his hands.
“Why are you doing this to me?” He said as if he was in pain. “You like watching me suffer, don't you?”
“I like to see the real you. Yes, I know you're always being yourself, but you show me how you are with me, only me. What if I was another girl? What would you do with me?”
“You... told me not to do it now.”
“Awww! You actually listen to me. How inferior.” I laughed lightly, amused. “Sorry, but I can't believe it.”
“You want to know why I do that? So you won't feel used. In a moment like this it would be disrespectful. I'm sorry, but I have my dignity.”
“Really? Is it hidden with your virginity?”
“Fine, you want me to show you what I'd do with you? Then I'll show you.” He let me go and, before he could grab me again, I opened the bathroom door and got inside, hearing a bump as soon as I closed the door. “OW!”
“Before you steal a kiss, you need to take a risk.”
“But not like this! I think I broke my nose. I'm bleeding! At least would you let me get a tissue?”
“How do I know you're not lying?”
“Please... ah... it hurts a lot.” I finally decided to open the door and saw Tom holding his bloody nose, trying to stop it.
“Oh my... I- I'm so sorry. Take all the tissues you need, I'll... I'll put some clothes on and will go look for ice.” I put on the first dry clothes that I found and opened the door. “I'll be right back.” I ran to the elevator and went to the lobby, looking for the nursery. When I found it, I asked for a bag of ice and went back to the room. I ran in the room and, as I entered, I tripped with the clothes on the floor and rolled on the floor, hitting later the bed. “Ouch...”
“Are you okay?” Tom was more concerned for me than he was for himself.
“Yes... I'm fine. Now, let me see your nose.” I moved his hand off his face and slowly applied the bag of ice in his nose.
“Ah... careful.”
“Shhh... I know what I'm doing. You might know about illnesses, but I know about broken bones, so trust me.”
“How do you know? Don't tell me you studied medicine or you like to read that kind of stuff, because I know it's not true.” I rolled my eyes.
“No. Experience. I've broken or twisted about every bone I have in my body. I know.”
“Then... is it broken?” Tom asked, now concerned about him. I got close and analyzed his nose.
“No. But it is very swollen. You need the ice. Move your head back to try to stop the blood.” He did so and I continued applying the bag in his nose, cleaning the blood with a wet tissue. We stayed silent for awhile, until I noticed that the blood was stopping to come out. “I'm sorry for closing the door on your face. I didn't think you'd do that sudden move.”
“I'm sorry I forced you to take your clothes off. And... I lied, I was dying for you, I'm trying to do my best to resist.” I sighed.
“You're doing this because of my recent situation, aren't you?” He moved his head on the side, as if he was thinking about it. “Because I'm sure if this hadn't happened, you would've made me yours, no matter where in the world we'd be.”
“That if you would've let me.”
“Of course.” We stayed silent for a moment after that. “How did you know I didn't like to read about the human body?”
“It's obvious. You have the soul of a true artist, and I'm pretty sure that you probably were too busy in your art projects to even care about something like biology, when you were in high school.” It's amazing how easily he can make me smile.
“Right. Damn, you know me too well! That's what I get for spending so much time with you.”
“Yes, it's your fault. If you didn't go around the streets when it was snowing, I would've never taken care of you, watching you day and night.”
“But I never asked you to do that! I can handle my life perfectly without you, I don't need anyone to care for me. I am an independent and proud woman.”
“So, if you're so independent, why did you let me get in your life in the first time?”
“I didn't, remember? If it wasn't because you saved my life, literally, I wouldn't have let you take me home.”
“Okay, that I get. Then why did you let me kiss you the day we met?”
“Um...” Well, because I fell in love with you the first time I saw you, but didn't want to admit it, wasn't really sure of what to think and I was dying to kiss you. Hm... maybe I shouldn't say that. I stayed silent for a few seconds, thinking what to answer.
“You know,'um' is not an answer. You wanted me already, didn't you?” I put the bag of ice upper and covered his eyes. “Stop that, I'm fine. Tell me the truth, why did you let me kiss you?”
“You pulled me to you, I had no choice.”
“Yeah, right. And what about before that? When I was healing your foot, before my phone rang, you were willing to kiss me. Why?”
“Well... I...”
“Tell me...”
“Um...”
“Why?”
“Because I...”
“Why?!”
“Because I already loved you, didn't you know?”
“Oh, um... sure. But, so fast?”
“Fine. I was incredibly attracted by you, because...”
“I'm irresistible, I know.”
“No. The way I felt with you when we were walking to my apartment... it was as if I knew you forever, like you were my best friend. I felt so comfortable chatting with you that I didn't really mind to kiss you. I wouldn't mind doing it right now either.” He sat properly and I caressed his cheek. He held my face between his hands like he did before and we kissed. As we kissed, I felt all my worries fade away and focused on his lips. When it started to get deeper, Tom broke the kiss.
“Ow...” He held his nose.
“I'm sorry, did I hurt you?”
“No, no, it's okay.”
“I think we should do something about your pain. You should rest for awhile. Change your clothes and get into bed, I'll take care of you.” He got up without questioning and went to change. I put together some pillows to make him comfortable and waited for him to come out. When he came out, he went to the bead and laid on it. I laid beside him and applied the ice on his nose again. “Now, relax. You're very messed up.”

*

For the whole week we were preparing everything for the ceremony, called all my family, sent letters to those who I couldn't reach by phone,warning them about the notice and the location. Lots of people found out by the news and gave me their condolences, promising they would come. After all that work,the day finally came and I was surprised how there could be so many guests, even ones that I didn't know would come were there. All of them were crying, except me. My eyes were too tired for crying so much before and I felt strong knowing that my mom finished with her pain. Even if it hurt me to have lost her so soon, at least I felt in peace thanks to the connection we had before she jumped. Who would've known how much she held inside and suffered silently? At least it was all done... Three days after the funeral, we were leaving. The morning, we were waiting to be picked up to go to the airport.
“How much are we gonna be waiting?” I asked, sitting on a couch from the lobby.
“I don't know...” Tom answered, walking around, looking at the door.
“Well, I'd like to thank you all for the support you gave me, even if it wasn't your idea for the holidays.”
“Don't worry, we're here for you and it was our decision.” Bill answered and took my hand.
“But you guys don't know me.”
“But Tom does, and if he cares so much about you, you must've impressed him too much.” Georg spoke.
“I bet you know about it, don't you?” I smiled.
“If we know! We've been together for practically ten years. We know him well.” Gustav joined our conversation. Tom stopped for a moment, looking at us with his arms crossed.
“And it doesn't matter if we haven't met properly, we still like you.” Bill smiled.
“Aw. You're not saying that just because I'm with your brother, right?” They all laughed, even Tom, who started walking again.
“Of course not!” Bill said between laughs, but just after he came close to me and whispered in my ear. “But if I did say something wrong, Tom would be mad... or sad and would start crying.” I smiled.
“Okay... Anyways, thank you so much for your support these days.”
“Sure, no problem.” Were some of the words I heard them say.
“I wished I had met you in other circumstances... maybe some day we could hang out.” I proposed.
“Eh... maybe if we're not too busy... but...” Bill didn't seem convinced.
“Hm... what about this week?” When I said that, everyone went silent. “Is there something wrong?” They all looked at each other.
“Hey, look! The car is here.” Tom suddenly said and pulled me up. We put our bags inside the car and got in. Interesting was that, even if we were four behind, we would all fit with no problem... probably because we were all fit :P . We arrived to the airport and got in the plane. As we were taking off, I looked by the window, whispering a last goodbye to my mother.