You're A Dead Fit [A Tom Kaulitz Short Story] Part 2 of 2

His POV
As soon as I drove off, I looked into my rearview mirror. She was so going to beg for more. I loved this feeling of earning as I chased, not just getting it when I want it. It made it so much more worthwhile. I got a message from my number and Ashlee made me grin with these few words: Smart boy. I like you already.

I was flattered. Stupidly enough, I couldn't wipe off my grin. I replied to her: Honored. See you at the show.

Reaching the arena, I managed to squeeze through the security after Tobi came out and brought me in. I brought the drinks along and satisfied the band and some of the crew. "Now, seriously. Where were you?" Bill asked, arms akimbo as we waited when Gustav was getting his hair done by Natalie.

I grinned to myself. "I met a girl," I said. I left the sentence as it is. Bill probably wouldn't be interested. Another skinny pretty chick who's a Tokio Hotel fan and willing to accept the other card key to my stupid hotel room. Hah, Bill. You're wrong. Though I wouldn't mind if Ashlee did take my other card key. We'd have a blast.

"What girl?" Georg asked. Only Georg was interested in my girls because we both adored curves. Not that he was as good as a looker like me, uh... Jokes aside..!

"That's something new," Gustav said. "You haven't slept with anyone since two months, right?" Great. Did he really have to say that out and ruin my pretty Casanova mind? Okay, I admit. I do sleep with one or two here and there but it's not an everyday thing. I have limits. I don't ruin my body that much, just for your information. Music over sex anytime. And I believe sex is a beautiful part in a relationship. Yes, relationship. I'm single and available. Imagining that with Ashlee and her beautiful body, I can hardly answer my drummer friend.

"Definitely some chick who flashed at you when you came in," Bill joked.

"Not funny," I said, rolling my eyes. "But she is going to be here tonight and you won't miss her, I promise you."

Her POV
I joined my two friends in the queue, those I've agreed to meet over the net. They've got their own friends, but I was happy being alone. I was holding Tom Kaulitz's phone and grinning to myself like a nut. I act so sexy and bold in front of him but I really am some little girl who's reacting like she just had her Christmas wish fulfilled. Of course, he trusted me with his phone, so I wasn't going to take it out so much. It would be dreadful if some stalker fan recognized it and killed me for it.

Tom's phone was silent for the rest of the time until it was six and we were all piled up inside. The excitement of seeing Tom and the rest on stage brought me straight to cloud nine. I wish I could shout it to the world what just happened a few hours before but I bit on my lip hard. In the middle of some moshing, I felt the phone vibrate. I could barely hear its ringing because of the crowd and commotion. I answered it. "Hello?" I shouted.

"Hallo?" Tom said. At least, I was sure it was him. The number looked like mine. I couldn't move to make a second take at the phone's screen.

"Hello?" I repeated, louder. "Tom?" I said. Fuck. I hope no one heard that. I turned to see a girl staring at me. No, four girls staring at me. I apologized and said it was my brother before hearing the one and only Tom Kaulitz shouting in reply.

"Can you hear me?" he asked.

"Yes!" I shouted back. "What do you want? I'm busy!" I had a little grin on my face, not minding that my boobs were being squeezed so badly because the crowd of twelve-year-olds were screaming into my ear and being pushed around. At least Tom calling was making it all better.

"I want to apologize for making you wait!" he said before giving a loud laugh. "It's still six, remember?"

I softened. That was incredibly sweet of him to do that, to call and tell me he was going to be late. "It's okay!" I said, covering the mouth piece with a cupped hand. "And thank you for calling!" I sounded like a telemarketer or something. Hah.

"Okay!" Tom said, and I heard a bit of noise behind him. "Meet me after the show?" When he said that, a few girls were staring at me. Was it obvious I was talking to Tom? Or maybe I was really loud. Obnoxiously loud. I lowered my voice a bit.

"Sure!" I half-shouted in reply. "I'll call you!" And I hung up, slipping the phone safely into my front pocket. I grinned to myself, wondering if he was going to spot me at all during the show.

His POV
When she hung up, I put her phone on silent mode and kept it in my jeans. Yes, it was going to get lost in there but at least it would be somewhere in there, lost with me instead of being somewhere else. It wasn't my phone, so I had to be responsible for it.

'Welcome to Tokio Hotel. Room 483.'

The next moment, we were up on stage. Me, Georg and Gustav filed up and hyped the fans up. We opened with Ready, Set, Go and I almost lost track of my fingering when I was too caught up in looking for Ashlee. It was brightly lit from where I stood standing, but I couldn't see her. She was surely far behind considering what time it was when she joined the queue.

After the first song ended, I looked at the front row and right at my end, the very far side in front of me was Ashlee! It was incredibly coincidental. And she grinned at me, pointing to the girl next to her. I assumed she helped Ashlee jump the queue, and how cool was that? The funny thing was that Ashlee didn't try to attract my attention to let me know she was there. That was a plus in my book, for some reason.

Bill whispered into my ear. "I think I see her," he said before walking away after a simple glance at Ashlee. Yup. Bill's a smart one.

The whole time, I felt much better playing the whole show, that lasted for an hour and a half. We played 1000 Oceans and it was incredible when the crowd glowed an eery blue color because apparently, almost everyone had a blue glow stick. What cool fan-action! I glanced at Ashlee and she had hers stuck in between her cleavage as she had on this relaxed look on her face as she leaned on the barricades, staring at Bill. Everyone else was waving and singing along except her. This must be her favorite song.

And then Ashlee turned to look at me. I smiled at her, feeling extra proud to be playing this song somehow. And after a while more, the show ended and I tossed my water bottles and towels to the far ends of the crowd. The band and I waved goodbye before disappearing off stage and I immediately took out Ashlee's phone despite sweating all over.

Her POV
I stayed sitting by the barricades as everyone left. It took approximately eighteen minutes for everyone to exit. There was litter everywhere; many ticket stubs and wristbands, faded glow sticks, bottle caps, bottles, rubber bands, lots of abandoned posters and a few shoes. How wicked? I took out Tom's phone and realized it had two missed calls from my number. I felt a bit drained, but managed to click redial and I placed it lazily against my ear. I watched as the stage crew cleared the equipment.

"Hallo," Tom said, smiling. I mean, I can hear it from his voice he was smiling. "You okay?"

I laughed. "Why wouldn't I be? The show was amazing," I grinned and closed my eyes.

"Thank you," he laughed. "Are there still people here?" he asked. And I heard some scratchy sounds.

"No," I said, smiling tiredly into the phone. "God, I feel like sleeping."

"I know," Tom laughed. The next thing I knew, Tom jumped down the barricades and landed right beside me. I was shocked, and looked around to see if anyone was still there. Then, I heard a few gasps far out front and there were a few groups of girls lingering at the other side. I managed to hear a few 'Toms' mentioned in their sentences and they started walking towards us.

"Oh, more fans," I smirked. I considered myself one, so I looked at Tom and wondered he was going to do.

"Great," Tom said. They looked like twelve-year-olds to me, so I laughed along. I had a thing against younger girls being 'in love' with Tom. I really do. But whatever. "Come on, let's get behind," he said. And we jumped over the barricades and onto the stage as being helped by the crew members.

We disappeared behind and I found myself in Tokio Hotel's little van. And for the first time, I personally met Bill, Georg and Gustav.

"Hi," Georg smiled at me. He had a truly gorgeous smile. Mental note: must tell Bel.

"Hey," I nodded back. I felt tired like Mr. Gustav right there by the back.

"Hallo," Gustav said, offering a nonexistent smile. Poor guy. Must be tired. He groaned and fell back onto the backrest. Mental note, again: must tell Bel Gustav has got an awesome groan. Laugh out loud, Ashlee.

"You must be Ashlee," Bill smiled, wiping his face with a towel. Wow, so Bill knows me by name. This is amazing. I felt his eyes roam all over me. Is this a twin thing or what? Then Tom finally entered the van.

"Ah," Tom smiled, shutting the door. And the I remembered.

"Oh, shit," I mumbled. "My car. It's out front."

"We'll come back later," Tom smiled. "I just need to change. We'll go to my hotel first."

"Your hotel?" I asked.

"Yeah," Tom smirked. "My place. It''s got my stuff there."

"Oh, don't I need to change, too?" I laughed. I didn't really want to go to his hotel. Like, how many girls have been there? "I need to change, too."

Everyone kept quiet; Bill and Georg were looking at us as Gustav was groaning away quietly into the corner. He sounded too cute. Yes, I had to keep my mind off Tom and his hotel room.

His POV
"Sure," I said. Of course I gave in to Ashlee. I had extra clothes right here with me. I only hoped she would let me use her bathroom.

"What plans do you have?" she asked. "I'm an insomniac, you know." And she gave me a little smirk. Honey, I love your smirks. This chick's definitely spontaneous. She's fulfilling a huge section of my Perfect Girl list, and I am seriously psyched. Just that no one knows about it. Yet.

"Meaning..?" I asked. I liked the smirk, but some things in English I just don't understand yet. Dumb Tom, dumb Tom.

"She can't sleep," Gustav said randomly in a gruff voice. I quirked an eyebrow up.

"Can you sleep, dude?" I asked Gustav, trying to change the subject. I diverted the attention to him. Heh.

"Shh," Gustav frowned and held his head back as Georg pushed his feet backward to loosen the cramps he was feeling.

"It happens a lot," Bill explained to Ashlee. I took off my cap and beanie and started wiping my sweaty face. I must have looked terrible.

Her POV
I stared at him in amazement as he wiped his face. He's gorgeous even if he looks so worn out after the show. "Is it too late if we hung out tonight? Or are you more of a morning person, so we can go out tomorrow before the photo shoot?" he asked suddenly. Everyone looked at me for an answer. Including Gustav. Hey, wasn't he supposed to be cramping?

"Um," I thought for a while. Should I go out now? I felt really dirty. Sticky, sweaty, smelly. But I wasn't that bad. I could still smell a bit of nice perfume on me and honestly, Tom didn't look that bad. "Let's see, why don't we both not change." Good idea. Because I didn't want him to come over to my place either. It would be... weird.

"Cool," he said, smiling. "That works." I hope that was a genuine smile.

"We'll just go out like that, and that makes it fair. Because if I go home, I'd want to hit the sack for serious." I gave him a gentle smirk. I was covering my initial motives, of course. No Tom Kaulitz was coming to my house. I wasn't even going to his hotel room.

Tom looked at Gustav for a bit before Gustav automatically and helpfully translated. "To sleep," he mumbled before dropping his head back.

Tom shot me a coy look back like he liked how it was going. "Okay," he said. Points for spontaneity? Perhaps. "Now?" he asked.

"Yes," I answered. "If you're game." And I crossed my arms, biting my lower lip and eyeing him, smirking. I totally had to keep this flirting thing on and have fun while it lasted.

His POV
When she bit her lip, I thought of biting mine too. Maybe just to picture myself biting hers. Was it too much? I didn't really care. She's too gorgeous. I had to take this offer. "I'm a playa," I flicked my tongue over my lower lip in response. Ashlee let out a little laugh and looked away nodding.

Gustav looked at me like I said something wrong. And Bill stifled a giggling snort and Georg looked around obliviously. "Um, clubs?" he offered, pointing to some near our hotel.

"No," Bill said. "Girls camp outside the Hyatt, didn't you see?" And he pointed at some lying down exhaustedly by the sides of the hotel by the fountain. It wasn't an unusual sight. Girls do that all the time.

Ashlee and I didn't talk as much as we did when we were both just the two of us. Obviously, three other guys made it uneasy for us. For her. We were dropped off in the middle of the town where there were little people and she suggested we walk through the alleys. "Sure," I said. She definitely knew New Jersey better than me.

"It's late," she said. "It's not like there's anything much we can do."

"There are clubs, right?" I asked. "Do you drink?"

"Yeah," she answered. "But I don't like those here. They're really seedy." And I gave her a little look. Okay, I know my English vocabulary is limited. I'm German, so sue me.

I thought I was annoying her, but she laughed instead. "I'd love to tutor you," she said suddenly. The clubs here are really dirty, something like that." Ashlee as my teacher. How sexy? God.

"Cool," I said. We walked past a few back doors of those 'seedy clubs' and saw people staggering out, totally wasted. "That's seedy," I said smartly. And Ashlee laughed again.

"Definitely," she grinned. And she took my hand and we made it out to the other side. Then it hit me; we were two dirty kids after a rock show and we were hanging out late at night behind seedy dark alleys. Isn't that amazing? "Hey," Ashlee asked suddenly.

"Yes?" I said, looking at her. It was just nice being with her despite knowing her for merely... twelve hours? Yeah. So we were walking by the streets. It apparently just rained so it was colder than I expected. Not that cold. But cool. You know?

"Do you always do this?" she asked, eyeing me questioningly. I had a feeling where this was going. She was definitely doubting me and my intentions for the night. Shit, shit, shit.

"Um," I said. And I thought about. No, I don't. I really don't. She's just different, and if I tell that to her, she'd probably laugh it off and say that's what I'd always say to the other girls. She doesn't know me yet. "Well, I... I don't. I swear." I made it short and sharp. No explanation needed so it would make me seem less suspicious. I hope she'd understand.

Ashlee nodded. The street was cold and quiet, and all I had was my huge shirt and she was wearing a nice maroon-colored one. "Okay," she said. "I don't know where we're going, but I'd like to know it was fun getting to know you."

Why was she saying all this? Was she really doubting me? I couldn't say stuff like I wouldn't mind sleeping with her or not. It made it sound so... so very down. I don't know. Fuck. But it's true. But I can't tell her this truth because it's fucking insane!

Her POV
I didn't know what to do or say. Who am I kidding? Tom is Tom. I bet this was his daily routine. Pick a girl up, meet her after the show, date for two hours before hitting his room at midnight. Come on. He's someone with a million other girls who are so much better than me. And I'm pretty positive I'm one of his targets, to put in nicely. One chick from each state. Maybe that was his target. Then again, wouldn't it be nice to have Tom Kaulitz wake up beside you the next morning? No, I am strictly staying a virgin. Screw Tom Kaulitz.

"What? Why?" he asked me, stopping in the middle of the empty streets.

I swallowed, unsure. "If you're looking for a one night stand for tonight, I'm not the one you're looking for," I said bravely. I knew he was going to just walk away, but at least it was better than walking back to the hotel with him, getting laid and then getting forgotten the next day. Sexy, he is, but I don't roll like that.

Tom stared at me like I was nuts. See? I told you he was going to run away from me. I bet he'd try even harder if he knew I never had sex before. Boys love virgins, don't they? "What are you talking about?" he laughed, awkward.

"I'm not your Reden girl," I mumbled and gave a little shrug. "I know I flirt, but that's all I do. I have no intentions of sleeping with you. You're nice, but that's all." I pulled my hand back and held them behind my waist. "You're a good flirt, too."

Another speculation; because he was dying to get me to a bar. Somehow. But I told him clubs here were fucking seedy. I hated the clubs here. He's trying to get me drunk so I can sleep with him unintentionally. Or so I would say yes and he'd take me back to his hotel. Was that how it worked for him? Probably. Since I'm hard-ass stubborn on not going back to his hotel room with him.

I, Ashlee, will not be someone who's spent a night with Tom Kaulitz before and be labeled a slut. Not like I would be glorifying my one night stand or something. It would hurt, too, to know that he's somewhere else somewhere with another girl and I've given this rockstar('s) dick my first time. He can hunt down Miley Cyrus for that.

"Ashlee, do you think I'm all about that only?" he asked. He looked at me sadly, and I was surprised by his reaction. Okay. Was that fake, too? Reverse psychology. Right now, things were moving faster than I expected. We were holding hands for God's sake. I didn't realize I had dragged the time that I needed to consider my response and so, Tom continued. "You think I want to... I'm going to... to-"

"If you're not going to want to sleep with me, what do you want to do with me?" I asked. It sounded like there was only two options; this or that. "See, you're nice. But you're going to go soon, and we've just met and we hardly know each other."

"You're gorgeous, Ashlee," Tom said. I felt like I could slap him for saying that. And then, slap myself for even believing him. He was using some method which I don't know what it is, and he's trying to get lucky. He's nowhere near touching my girls, that's for sure.

"You're gorgeous, too," I choked out. But hey, true fact. "I'm not a sex person." There's that little romantic in me. Hopeless. Somehow if this was Bill instead of Tom, it would all work out perfectly. Don't you think so? What was I thinking. Greedy old me. Judging by the look Bill gave me, I knew somewhere that boy was as dirty as Tom was. He can't have all the good in him, really. Can he?

"Thanks, but-"

His POV
"Tom," Ashlee said, trying to interrupt me, but I ignored her. I wasn't going to let her slip away. I'll wait if she wanted me to. So far, she didn't disappoint me. She's got looks, wit, charm, spunk... what else do I need?

I know I sound like a dick about girls. And how I sleep with one in each city - seriously, that one was a rumor - but Ashlee's spoiling the moment here. I hated to say that. I didn't say it, but I thought it. Damn.

"I mean it!" I said. "And your body-" Shit. What, what, what! I need to be more mindful with my words. This cannot last just one night. I sound like a fucking pervert to her. "I mean, not just how you look. But of course, you do look gorgeous, too. You're a really nice person to hang out with even though it's only been-"

"Tom!" Ashlee frowned. And I bit my lip. She sure knew how to keep me shut. "Can you please stop? What do you want from me? A two-day escort to all your shows? That's fine. But a girl just to make out with before it and a girl to get to third base with after? No. Because I don't do stuff like that."

She's not buying it. Oh, no. But seriously. What can I do to make her believe me? I can't go all cheesy and go on my knees to beg her to listen to me, can I? I just wanted to hang out with her. If I got lucky, then I'm lucky. If not, I swear I wouldn't even touch her. Though she looks so good... God, Tom!

Damn it, was it so hard to try and make peace with her? It wasn't like that with all the other girls! All I had to do was bring her to my room and the job will be done. They'd automatically call me the next day but I wouldn't even remember her face. Much. And now, here I am. In the middle of New Jersey with this girl I found loitering the streets. Right, way to put it. I mean, but, she was just there! It was like I was meant to find her. Stupid, stupid. What am I doing at a time like this, thinking of things instead of thinking of things to say?

Unfortunately for me, she continued. I was pretty sure she hated how I was. You know, groupies and all. It always got in the way of finding good girls for me. And Hell, was this girl good. I really like her a lot already. You know, sometimes you can fall for anyone you see. But only one can really make you stay. I was considering she could be the one. She's really nothing to snap at. She's all good.

Ashlee sighed and swallowed. "It sucks that I've fallen for you already. I've always liked you, staring at you from afar, over the internet and all that jazz people do. Look; you're good looking, nice to your brother, a fun person to hang out with from what I've seen online, but I also know that you're a slut." Ow, okay. That hurt. A lot. Coming from her. "A huge man whore, sorry to say. And I don't want to be involved with you in any way because of that because I know this won't last even a week. I'd prefer you to stay on my computer screen. I've heard you say, you don't want love, and I don't want one night stands."

"Ashlee," I frowned. What was she blabbering about? This wasn't what I expected at all. Did she really think all I knew was how to stick my freaking bone up someone's ass? That's what I act like, but I was trying to prove something else here with someone here and now... all this? "Ashlee, hey-"

"Wait, Tom," she cut me off. "There are so many girls around town. Some are outside your hotel and they're waiting for you. I'm good for nothing in your eyes and I'm being nice here by telling you from the start you shouldn't be expecting more than this for starters. I know how you roll, and I don't fit it. Honestly, if I had a choice, I'd also very much prefer Bill over you-" She paused sharply.

I stared at her, feeling this sudden chest pain that went along with it.

Double ow. Did she just say that?

Her POV
Fuck, no. Hell. I did not just say that. What made me say that? Jesus. What?!

No, no, no. To Hell with my a-little-too-much-spilled session. Why did I have to talk so much? It wasn't like we're dating. It wasn't like I know he was going to want to have sex with me for one night and forget about me. Why was I even here? I was acting like an overreactive teenage girl who's paranoid about something that wouldn't even be. Tom Kaulitz hates me.

I went too far with my stupid little untimely confession, didn't I?

I know, everyone loves Bill because he's sweet and holding out for OTL. That's one true love if you don't know what it means. And shit, did I just tell one twin I preferred the other twin? Is he going to hurt me? Or hurt Bill? Oh, he's so totally going to hate me.

I felt my cheeks flame. It burned and the burn ran over my eyes and it seared. I could feel myself crying because the look Tom gave me, it scarred me for life. Why did I even get myself into this? I could have just said I was tired, and gone home. And none of this would have happened. He'd go to the fucking club and get a fucking girl and get the fuck back to his hotel room and do this business but no, Ashlee had to make a mess out of all this. I had a feeling I was going to get raped by Tom Kaulitz right now. Or he'd kidnap me back and I'll get unwillingly gang-banged by the whole of Tokio Hotel. For the first time in my life, I was freaked out by a band I adored so much. And the one person I found most endearing and very out of reach.

"I didn't mean that, Tom," I mumbled. My hands tightened behind me. Ow. I felt this pain in my heart. It's called a heartache. I just hurt the Tom Kaulitz, and I know he has all capabilities to fuck me right now and I can't say he raped me, because... Well, he's going to silence me somehow. I felt like I should run away. His face was... it's darkening. It was scaring me. "..Tom?" I swallowed.

He wouldn't look at me. No one likes being compared, right? I hated it when I was compared to my brothers. Or friends. Or other models, for Christ's sake. For having a bigger body, but I had bigger boobs so screw it. And Tom... does it mean he has a bigger dick? Ugh, what the fuck was I thinking about?! And Christ, I just compared one rockstar to his more popular twin brother, also known as the frontman of Tokio Hotel. What am I doing? And we all know Tom is trying to get more attention being The Dick in the band. Great. I have just let him think how stupid of an almost-groupie I am. I must be the stupidest and most random one.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to say you," I said. I was stuttering a bit. I liked him a lot, but I was sure he was just eyeing me for the wrong reasons. As he eyes every other girl with the good stuff or pretty face. I didn't know what he saw in me anyway. Or on me. It was good while it lasted. It was an experience to remember, for real. But it couldn't just end like this, could it? It hasn't even started yet. I just didn't want to lead him on and disappoint him when I told him I wasn't going to have sex with him.

I hate sex so much right now and I haven't even done it once.

"You were being honest," he said suddenly. And then I recalled. Honestly, if I had a choice, I'd also very much prefer Bill over you... Crap. "I had zero intentions of sleeping with you, just so you know."

Thanks, Tom. That hurt a lot. Seriously. It made me sound like an egoistic whore. I had to bite my lip to hold back a smart reply because it looked like he had more to add.

"Well, yeah. I never thought I'd do more than just fuck girls, anyway," he said. Ow. Harsh. "Thanks for ruining it."

Ruining it? Ruining it?! What was it? The part where we're supposed to get back to his hotel room and make fake love? What?!

And he turned from me and left. That little snobby, gangsta walk. He was walking down the street in the middle of the empty road towards the direction of his hotel from before. Fuck New Jersey for being so lonely and cold. Tom looked like he could use a jacket or something. Should I go hug him and tell him I was sorry? But wait, did he mean what he said? Or was he being sarcastic? That was the last time I saw him. I'll be just another girl to him, just another story to tell.

Fuck my life. I hate my jobs, to add.

Ugh.

Just, fuck.