Make A Wish [A Tom Kaulitz Short Story]

I have everything I want; the perfect career, the perfect image, the perfect girlfriend. I even have the money.
Lady’s name is Ashlee and she’s turning a year older in just a few days and I was thinking of the things I could do for her with my money. That was exactly what I told Bill.

“A penny for your thoughts, thug?” Bill tossed a pillow at me. We were in his hotel room just chilling.

I remembered tossing a pillow at him. “Ashlee’s birthday is coming up, remember? Just thinking of the things I could do for her with my money. Maybe some chocolates and—”

That same pillow came flying back to me. “What do you mean by that?” Bill’s eyes widened.

I frowned. “I could book the whole restaurant!” I piped, extremely pleased with myself. “Or the whole of New Jersey and evacuate everyone there for one night. Either that or bring her on a shopping spree where she can—”

A dozen more pillows flew across the room at me. My brother was bombarding me before he finally pounced on me and wrapped his skinny fingers around my neck. “You’re such an idiot! You failure! Where’s your romantic side, Tom?! It’s not like you don’t know Ashlee but do you really think you’re money’s going to win her?”

“What the fuck,” I grumbled. “What do you know about Ashlee, huh?”

“She’s the not-so-materialistic type, obviously!” Bill added.

And that was when I started thinking. He was right. Ashlee never really asked for anything. I never really got her expensive things either. It was all just fun, joy, peace and laughter in between us. It was an amazing kind of love. So perfect. All we had to do was love each other.

That night after the show, I went back to my room and had a good time in the bathtub getting off to thoughts of her before showering. Fuck, it was holy. Wasn’t as good as the real thing but it was good. I love it when their shower caps are just within reach, right around the corner instead of in little stupid baskets across the bathroom on the counter. They make good ‘condoms’ if you get what I mean…

Apart from satisfying myself, I also thought of a few things during shower and this was what I concluded: I was going to go with ‘The Wild Side’ theme and take my girl for an outdoor birthday treat! Hell yes, I’m proud of myself.

The next day, the band had nothing on. Georg and Gustav were going rock-climbing again somewhere else while Bill decided to do some shopping. I was given some alone time and I went to the rooftop garden to figure out a few things. Ashlee told me she was going to Medieval Times for dinner with her best friends so that meant that I could only spend some time with her before or after dinnertime. I told her I’d definitely take her after.

I sat down near an array of beautiful red and blue tulips. At least, I think that’s what they were called. They were cute so I spent a good two minutes observing them before finally staring at my phone. My phone was my notebook, too.

Medieval Times. Ashlee could end dinner by eight. Or nine. She said she was fine with whichever as long as it didn’t involve too much food because she might be filled. I told her okay.

Blah, blah, blah. Did you think I was going to reveal the whole thing? No! Read on.

Then came the day when I finally touched down in New Jersey. Keyport was a good drive away and I managed to catch a quick nap during the car ride before reaching Ashlee’s house. Her brothers Andrew and Richard were there. They were the coolest little kids. Ever. They were playing Guitar Hero and I played with them for a while before the Missus reminded me that I was going to be late. I thanked her and gave Andrew and Richard some fist bumps before leaving the house. It was about three in the afternoon and Ashlee finished work at five. I had three hours to shop in Wal-mart to get my things for my little plan.

I took a drive down in a rented SUV and made sure I looked amazing before stepping out of the car. She had not seen my new hair in person but she was going to already. I had not seen her in months. Fuck. I miss her already even though she was just minutes away!

Then I went out of the SUV and made my way to the entrance. I took a grocery cart and went in. I don’t know where the Hell she was at the moment. I lied to her, telling her I was going to see her only after Midevil Times but here I am. Yes, I am excited to see her but first things first. I had to get the things for the plan.

I went around to the camping section and found a few of what I needed—a huge-ass tent that fits ten men and an inflatable queen-sized mattress. Hey, you can’t have king-sized for everything! A smaller bed would mean that she would have no choice but to sleep closer to me. The extra space would be for the stuff I’d have brought along. Hmm, what else?

I roamed the aisle and got two foldable chairs, a foldable table, two flashlights, four lamps, two dozens of candles, and a lighter.

Next was the food section. Still, Ashlee was nowhere to be seen. Patience, Tom. Patience. She will be reunited with you in due time. Just get your head in the planning and stick to it! I gave a loud sigh and pushed my cart down the aisle.

I checked the time and it was thirty to three. A kid suddenly came up to me and asked for a picture. He looked barely thirteen and the best part was that he was wearing a G-Unit shirt. I obliged and he quickly disappeared like he won the lottery.

Going back to my List of Things to Do, I managed to get Skittles, marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate chips, potato chips and a few other things. I also got some bottled lemon tea. Hey, you can’t make me squeeze lemon and boil tea for you in the wild at night, okay? I only make love. Plus, a six-pack of good old beer. Wine or champagne was too high class and Bill said for our case, high class was overrated. Beer is good.

I didn’t really look around anymore before I quickly rolled past the Body section. Yuss! I almost forgot the condoms. I quickly grabbed a few kinds and rolled over to the cashier. On the way, I saw her. Her thick, black curls were undeniable. The way she walked, the way she talked (to her manager)… The one and only, the ever sexy…

“Alles Gute zum Geburtstag, mein lieber,” I whispered into her ear roughly, enveloping her into a surprise hug from behind as soon as the manager disappeared.

Ashlee gasped at my touch and turned around and squealed in delight, jumping on my waist. Right time, wrong place, baby. “TOOOM!” She yelled before quickly covering her mouth.

She gasped again and looked around before biting on her lower lip in embarrassment. Fuck, the things she do to me when she does that! “Oh my God, I missed you,” she giggled.

“Ich auch,” I smirked, fondling her ass. “You make Jessica Alba look like a Teletubby.” Total change of subject, I know, but I was continuing my sentence. It was irresistible. “You should be caught for wearing so sexy at work, Miss Torres. Bad girl.”

She threw me the slyest smirk. Oh, I swear to God if I could just ram her up against a wall right now, I would…

“Mmm, so sue me, gangsta.” Ashlee ran her hands up my neck and face and gave me a long and deep kiss. She pulled back and then admired my hair. I love being the object of her desire, whichever part of me she was admiring and desiring. “You like?” I asked.

She grinned. “Now I know why you’re like the weather, baby,” she said. “You’re so fine. Handsome little boy, you.” And she rubbed my cheeks and gave me a hard kiss again. A war with pickup lines, aren’t we? I’ll show her.

If only I was THAT smooth in English. Dayum.

“Now I know you want me but you still got to have dinner with your friends,” I teased her. I leaned against my cart and she stared inside with a pout before her eyes widened.

“Camping!” She exclaimed. And then she saw the condoms. “Wow, looks like someone’s getting lucky tonight!” She smirked, crossing her arms, pulling her Wal-mart tag, biting on her lower lip . . . again! God. Can you imagine me mentally pulling my cornrows off my head? Yeah, exactly. “Well, at least he thinks he’s getting some.”

“Don’t you want a hotdog to go with those buns, baby?” I shot her one, my hand groping at her butt all of a sudden. I thank God that there was no one where we were near the clothing sector. That line I learned from watching a cheap American movie whose name I forgot. I never forgot it.

She looked at me with slightly rounded eyes. “My God, Tom Kaulitz, what have you been learning during English lessons and who from?” She slapped my hand away before bringing her cold ones up my abdomen. I shivered. Goddddd. And as I predicted, she did that thing with her fingernails, scratching at my skin ever so gently. Damn tease.

“You know Tom, people on Quizilla think I’m lesbian. Wanna prove them wrong?” She said. I was stunned. Was she kidding?

“What?” I laughed. “Why not?”

“Just kidding,” she said, patting my abdomen. “Love you, okay? I gotta go. See you after dinner!” She kissed my cheek and rubbed my cornrows before making her way out. How could she just leave me like that? Dayum.

I checked her out a while longer before she waves at me again. I paid for my things and left Wal-mart, going back to my rented SUV.

As I sit in my car, I made a mental note:

1. Ashlee wasn’t surprised. She looked like she didn’t even care that we were going camping
2. I forgot to get Andrew and Richie something nice to tide them over while I “borrowed” Ashlee for the night
3. I forgot . . . what else I forgot

Damn. There’s ONE THING I forgot to get and I just can’t remember what…

It was a quick drive back to the house and Mrs. Torres was going out and I had to babysit the boys for a while. How sweet. Until Ashlee’s best friend Anthony came over. I never really liked him . . . even though I don’t say. And we act super cool with each other. He’s WAY too close to Ashlee. He kept asking about my plans but I tried to avoid it.

I played Guitar Hero until my fingers hurt and a good three hours later, I realized Andrew had finished up the potato chips and gummy worms AND bears. When I confronted Richie, he said he thought I bought those things for them. And the best part was I even had some of them . . . unknowingly!!

I groaned and gave in, nodding away as I took a shower and got in my best . . . which isn’t very much different from my daily look. I still had a bandana around. I swear, without something around my head, I feel totally naked.

I hopped in my rented SUV and waved the boys goodbye, leaving them with Anthony. This was it. But first, I needed to know if I was going to pitch the tent first or wait and pitch it with Ashlee…

HA.

You dirty minded people.

I can pitch a tent ANYtime, it just depends who.

Anyway, you get what I mean. I decided to wait for her before we actually do those fun things together. Yes . . . pitching a tent is fun.

I waited outside Medieval Times. It was a beautiful castle, by the way. I waited until it was almost nine, falling asleep until someone blasted my horn. I awoke with a jolt and the next thing I knew, Ashlee hopped onto my lap. She threw her arms around me and kissed my lips without warning.

“Scheiße,” I chuckled. “You scared me!”

“I know,” she smiled, tugging at my cornrows. “Let’s get going, shall we?”

She seemed like she knew what plans I had. Dayum.

We made out for a bit before we drove to where she suggested would be a good place to camp out.

“Really?” I said, following her instructions along the road. It was a good fifteen minutes and we figured that the park had more sexually aggressive teenagers than we had expected that Saturday night so we went to the edge of the town. Ashlee said she knew this cliff that would be perfect and she took the wheel and drove us there. Lo and behold, it was indeed perfect.

It was a ten-minute drive up from ground level and there were no cars surprisingly. I didn’t bother to ask why because as long as now was perfect, nothing else mattered. We kissed again and got out. I took out everything while she tried her hand at fixing the tent.

I quickly put the things down on ground before taking my phone out and playing some of Samy Deluxe’s songs. I haven’t turned Ashlee into a fan . . . yet! She seemed to enjoy it and I went over to put up the tent with her.

For a good fifteen minutes, we were laughing and trying to get the instructions right and we finally did it. The first thing the both of us did was to jump inside and she was squealing away screaming how amazing this was. I, of course, never felt better. The six-star hotels can wait. It all just comes back to nature, no?

“Did you get a mattress or something we could lie on?” Ashlee asked.

I quickly sat up, got up and went outside saying, “Yes, a mattress that you have to blow,” I said. I tossed the box back in and she sat up with a sly grin.

“I’ll blow more than just that, Mr. Tom Kaulitz,” she smirked. “Come down here.”

It wasn’t like she was calling me—she was demanding me, making me. My kitten’s getting all worked up, I could tell. Her back was arched and her chest was held high as I reentered the tent on my knees. I clearly remembered her facial expression, though dim, that she was really sexy and coy.

I was planning to go over her but she, being ever so domineering at the most unexpected times, totally did it for me when she playfully ran her right calf roughly up my crotch, landing on her right knee at my left hip.

When she said down here, she meant down here for real.

I let a little gruff groan escape me. She noticed I really, really liked what she did and she did it again. She raised her kneed and nudged my groin with it, over and over. And over and over until I pulled her face down for the hardest kiss ever. Who knew I could get so horny after a few rubs?

Tom Junior woke up suddenly, like a cadet being yelled at by the morning alarm and he rushes out to stand at full attention by the major. Major Ashlee.

“I love you, Tomi,” Ashlee mumbled through the kiss, pressing her leg on my crotch again and again until she was sure that TJ was ready for any kind of combat.

I nodded and in pure giddiness, I watched as she left my lips be and started to pull off my shirt. We haven’t even blown up the mattress yet! I forgot how rocky the ground was thanks to her distracting domination. She should be the New World Order and billions of men (and women alike) would fall at her feet . . . and I’d be first in line.

My shirt was off and my back was already sticking to the tent floor. I was sweating. It wasn’t exactly the coolest night in July. The excitement was getting the best of me. I put my hand behind my neck for some support (yes, the ground was uncomfortable to a certain extent) while she started to go down on my nipples that were as hard as Skittles.

“Schmecken den Regenbogen.”

Taste the rainbow... I swear I said that out loud but she never heard it. I think. Did I say it or was it in my head?
“This is like it’s your birthday,” Ashlee laughed, tonguing my peaks. Her hands rubbed at my crotch furiously and I groaned a little too loud that even Samy Deluxe was drowned out.

She did the same damn thing to my other nipple and I groaned out in pleasure as she rode me dryly. She pulled my pants to half-mast and my underwear went down with it. Her action was quick and the next thing I knew, she had her lips around the tip of my manhood.

Her licks were soft and sensual, just like her lips. Everything in my mind was washed out except for the image of her just giving me head. My length was throbbing so hard I was afraid I was going to blow just like that but oh, she teased. She stopped halfway and looked at me for twenty seconds, her lips just lingering at the tip before I arched up towards her. She laughed and grazed her teeth up and down the length of my length.

(Did you know that it would take a whole day to reach one end of my manhood to the other, and another just to cross it all around once? Just a fact…)

Her tongue worked on me so well I could just shrivel up in pleasure and sleep eternally in peace. Her soft voice said, “Are you there yet?”

I tried to catch my breath, my fingers grasping hard onto my cornrows as I felt immense pleasure. Should I just come into her mouth? Does she want me to?

“Ugh,” I let out a little throaty cry. “Yes, yes!”

I felt my manhood tightening like it’s totally filling up. I could just picture all the blood in my body rushing there as I climaxed, exploding like a broken dam as the pleasure slowly ebbed away.

I realized the position I was in, like a literal zigzag. My neck was arched entirely as my back was, just like my knees were bent as I grabbed at nothing with my clenched fists. Ashlee drives me crazy.

Slowly and sensually, she licked me up, cleaned me up. I hate to admit it but she does me better than I do her. Dayum.

I was tired, really, but she kept me awake. It was hard to fall asleep around her when she was still so full of energy. Literally, she was an owl. She barely slept when it was time to sleep. She’s nocturnal.

Suddenly, her phone beeped. She got a message, read it and grinned before looking at me.

“What?” I asked.

“I have a confession,” she said.

“Ja?”

“Bill told me about the surprise and this whole trip,” she chewed on her lower lip. Oh hell that was sexy.

Wait—WHAT?

My eyes widened. “Bill?!”

She looked embarrassed. “Sorry,” she said. “I still love everything though!”

No WONDER she wasn’t THAT surprised when we met at Wal-mart, when I took her up here. I needed a smoke and I lit one up from the pack I kept in my pocket.

I sighed and shrugged. “I’ll kill him when I get back,” I laughed as she kissed my cheek. “What you got?” Ashlee asked, crawling outside to grab the paper bags in.

I sat up, rubbing my crotch to ease the loosening tension. Through half-lidded eyes and with a dorky smile, I replied, “Food.” Smart, Tom. Real smart.

“Hah,” she snorted, taking out some lemon tea. “Aw, lemon tea! And oh, beer.” She tossed me a can and we started drinking. We downed one each and took out the ingredients to make s’mores. I just took it from Andrew and Richie, that’s how I knew. We used the lighter to burn the marshmallows as soon as I stubbed my finishing cigarette out.

“You’re turning American, Tom,” Ashlee joked, biting down onto her s’more. Arm in arm we laid in the tent, our inflatable mattress still in the box, unopened. Not even the candles were lit. I realized that and went around the tent lighting the lamps. This was our own little territory for the night.

After licking our fingers clean through a long conversation about the past few months, I decided to give Ashlee her present. I jogged to my car, retrieving the wrapped maroon-colored gift bag with dark blue ribbon. I beckoned Ashlee outside so that we could enjoy the city view.

“Aww,” she cooed when I took out the foldable seats from the Wal-mart bag. “You’re so thoughtful.”

I bowed low and gave a wide grin. “Of course,” I said in reply, holding her hand as I led her to the chair. We sat near the edge, overlooking the whole of Keyport and the outskirts. I gave her the present. “Here, baby.”

I fished out the bag of Skittles as I looked at her. Nothing in this world could take my eyes off that woman.

“Thank you,” she grinned. She looked like she was blushing. Totally smitten.

And she opened it. Ashlee opened it.

* * *

I opened it.

Tom’s eyes were on me the whole time. I thought his attention was going to be on Skittles but lo and behold, I was his number one the whole way. As usual, might I add.

I dipped my hand into the brown-red paper bag after pulling apart the blue ribbon. It was something soft and warm, thick and smooth. I pulled it out and in whatever light that my eyes could take in, I saw that it was a piece of clothing.

“Wow,” I mumbled with a little smile, eager to see what kind it really was. It was the purple and black striped hooded sweater I thought he wore to the Jingle Ball in 2008! It turned out that it was black and grey. How amazed and disappointed I was, and I rambled all week about how shitty the photography was and now he got me my very own. Isn’t Tom adorable?!

I dropped the bag and loosened the folded article and saw that it was surprisingly huge. It was oversized. I looked at the tag and it read XXL.

Looking over at Tom, my eyes widened. It couldn’t be, could it?

“Is this really…”

“Ja,” he laughed throatily, tearing open the bag of Skittles. “I told them to make it. Custom made. Just for you.”

I was so touched he remembered. I did tell him I wished he owned one.

“But it’s XXL,” I gave a little grin. If he could tell me—be it in a cheeky way or not—that he got it in XXL because he wanted me to think of him when I wear it, I would give him the best sex in his life.

There was a bit of a pause as Tom held a handful of Skittles midway in between his mouth and the bag on his lap.

“You said it was sexy on me so I think it would be nicer if you wear it when you sleep, no?” Tom looked sort of worried, disheartened that I sounded surprised that he got it in such a surprising size.

I pouted and looked at him dearly, rubbing his cheeks. “You’re amazing, Tom. You have no idea how insane this is.” I readjust my chair to face him entirely. “Do this for me: wear this for me for three days until it gets used to you and then I’ll keep it. Okay?”

He looked at me with a questioning look. “Why?”

“Because I want it to have your scent, silly,” I grinned sheepishly. “I want a piece of you with me after you leave. When you leave. Physically.”

He gave the biggest smile and kissed me. “I love you, you have no idea, Ashlee.”

My heart started to melt. “You have no idea, either, Tom,” I pressed my nose against his and we kissed deeply, lovingly, passionately. How much I missed the cold lip ring against my own lips. He was an amazing kisser and was I lucky to have him kissing me.

We parted for some fresh air and I eventually moved right beside him, cuddling under the stars. All of a sudden a shooting star dropped beyond the skyline. I immediately yelled, “A shooting star! There! A shooting star!”

It was obvious I had never seen one before. Tom was slightly startled and jerked up when I was exclaiming and pointing. He laughingly spotted it and said, “That is so cool!”

“Make a wish, quick!” I urged and I closed my eyes, leaning against him as I did.

I wish what Tom and I had would last forever.

I opened my eyes and looked at the beautiful boy with large brown eyes. I was slightly saddened he wasn’t as enthusiastic as me. “Not making any wish?”

I was thinking if he ever asked me, I would never tell him. It was too cheesy.

He gave me the most sincere smile and pulled me in for a kiss on the forehead. “What for?” He said coolly. “I already have what I want right beside me.” He rubbed my shoulders and if only he could feel what I really felt, he would have realized he was hugging a puddle of Ashlee. I literally died. Legit dead.
He gave me a huge grin when I started to tear up. Stupid asshole had me wrapped around his finger. Damn him.

Sniffle.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my face with the hooded sweater before drinking some lemon tea. Tom brought out the beer and I suddenly wondered . . . where’s my birthday cake?

It’s not a birthday without a birthday cake!

“Um, Tom, baby?” I asked.

“Ja?” He looked at me, opening his can of beer. He quickly sipped on the foam that appeared. “What?”

“Where’s my cake?” I asked, biting my lower lip. I expected a surprise or something.

I remembered clearly; Tom’s face went vividly pale. His eyes were dilated and his jaw dropped. He let out a short laugh of embarrassment and stated, “Ashlee, oh mein Gott.”

Then he slapped his forehead and his head jerked back as if he suddenly recalled something. He forgot my cake!

“What?” I laughed.

He pouted and got down on his knees before me and started kissing my hand feverishly. “I’m so, so, so, so, so, so sorry,” he rambled. “So, so, so, so sorry! I knew I forgot something but . . . ahh!”

I was laughing for real. He forgot a cake! Of course, how could I blame him? He already gave me an unforgettable birthday. Coming from a rockstar, it sure was unforgettable. At least it wasn’t a whole fancy restaurant booked out or the entire Disneyland or something. This was good. Simple was my thing.

“I’m very sorry, liebe,” he snuggled into my laps, his long arms around my waist as I kept on laughing. “I love you, please forgive me! I forgot the cake!”

He then kissed me better, not like I wasn’t better to start with. I cupped his face and stared at him intently. “It’s cool, babe,” I said. “This is already amazing. A cake isn’t really necessary.”

Tom mumbled something incoherent . . . either in German or English before he dashed inside the tent and he took out the Wal-mart bags. He set the things out on the table and made bigger s’mores and I watched as he melted the marshmallows. Is he doing what I think he’s doing?

“What’s that?” I asked.

Tom had a slight smile on his face as he worked at ultra fast speed. “Racing against time,” he said, checking his watch. It was close to midnight as I checked my BlackBerry.

Tom delicately arranged my name with the rainbow Skittles on the melted gooey marshmallow on the graham crackers sprinkled with chocolate chips. For the candles? Guess what. He arranged them in a heart shape, specifically nineteen of them, around the giant s’more. Impressive!

“You surprise me every single time,” I chuckled. “Tom, you’re amazing, do you have any idea?”

“Anything for you,” he gave a shy smile, licking some marshmallow off his fingers as he looked at me. He clapped his hands and said, ‘There!” He looked entirely impressed and hopeful.

My boyfriend may be famous, he may be cheeky, he may always be away but he knows me inside out. He cares for me and is entirely sweet and thoughtful. Surprise, surprise, he is ingenious, too!

“I love it,” I said, taking my BlackBerry out for a picture. “Hands down the BEST cake ever!”

“And I love you,” Tom Kaulitz smiled.

I snapped a few shots of the cake and of us, and the rest of the night was history.

Whoever said Bill Kaulitz was the romantic one, I guess you'll never really know... ;)