You're A Dead Fit [A Tom Kaulitz Short Story] Part 1 of 2

His POV
Everyday, I see girls. Often, I see pretty ones. From time to time, I'd see stunners who make me want to go right up to them and sweep them off their feet and into my hotel room. Yes, that's what goes on in my mind. I'm not a sex addict, I'm just a normal teenage boy who loves everything about girls. In other words, I'm just Tom Kaulitz.

Sometimes, I just walk into a room and girls would come on to me. I go on stage and a thousand girls would scream my name. Each morning I wake up, I find a beauty next to me. But seriously speaking, none has ever made me want to give them a second chance. Those I've given, they're never good. I've been there, done that. Enough said.

Not until this day.

New Jersey was a notorious but fine city. I was just driving around on my own and I saw this girl in her car right next to me. Sounds cliché? Yeah, whatever. Anyways, something made me take a second look and I did. There she was with the fullest of lips and the brightest of eyes, and from what I can take in from here, she had those curves I've always wanted in a woman. Finally, someone who actually satisfies a majority of my Perfect Girl list. She'd be so much more than just one night if she's actually someone I can stare at for the rest of my life. The only thing was I don't know her.

I thought about it for a while. Yes, it would be very cliché if I did try and chat her up from car to car, but who cares? This is America. It happens a lot, doesn't it? Either that, or MTV is lying. I hope she's nice, at least. It compliments her looks. I rolled down my car door and rested an arm on it. Lady wouldn't look, and I figured she didn't notice. "Hey," I said, giving a tiny smirk. I'm saving the best kind for the last, obviously.

The girl turned to look at me. "Hey yourself," she said pretty calmly after a while. That smirk. And I felt my heart race for some reason. Possibly, it was the way she looked at me. There was an element of shock and amusement. I loved it. She must definitely know me. Less time wasted for introduction.

Her POV
I turned over when someone called me. It happened sometimes. This is America. When my eyes met with the stranger, my heart leapt out of my body. Was that Tom fucking Kaulitz? No way. I had just collected my reserved ticket to the Tokio Hotel show tonight and he's talking to me? Time to be super cool, Ashlee. All that time you were talking about freaking out when you see him, that's not gonna work. You can do it. Mr. Ladies' Man is chatting you up. "Hey yourself," I smirked.

Tom looked at me and somehow, it felt like the traffic light was in a coma. It was still red. "What's up?" he asked, licking his lips slightly as his tongue peeked out just a bit. God, was he teasing? Please don't do that to me or I might end up in the hospital the next thing I know.

"Nothing much," I said. "Just collected my ticket to watch you tonight," I said. I figured I'd be honest from the start. I can't hide that I'm a fan, can I? I mean... Tom Kaulitz, hello! I'm just thanking God I decided to wear some makeup today. And it was also because I had a last minute photo shoot so I couldn't be queuing up in front with my friends. Yes, I am a part-time model.

"Cool," Tom nodded, biting his lower lip. And as soon as the light turned green, I stepped on it and drove off, leaving the poor boy behind. Whatever his reason for chatting me up, I decided to just leave him hanging. If he wanted to, he would follow me. I looked at my rearview mirror. I made a few turns and he was following me. Playing hard to get with a celebrity rockstar was never this fun. I made a few false turns and yes, indeed. Tom Kaulitz was stalking me. I so need to tell Bel about this and she would scream in capslock, I can predict.

I forgot about him for a while when I received a call from the photographer who reminded me I was late. It was about noon already. "Okay, two minutes," I said and then made my way straight for the venue. When I reached this abandoned building off a street, Tom pulled up right behind me and got out and came face to face with me. He was sort of blocking my way.

His POV
Damn this girl and her curves. It's a curse, I tell you. And Hell, I'm under it. Not literally but then again, well, not yet. At least she ain't a ten-year-old who's giggling the daylight away when she's staring at me. A fan or not, she looks mature enough. Someone I can consider taking it far with than just photos and autographs. And of course, you gotta love fans. Honey, honey. If only you knew what I think of you, you'd be flattered off your bootylicious behind.

"Excuse me, Tom," she said, half-smiling as her gaze narrowed at my shirt. She read it for a while and looked up at me. I remembered my shirt had an arrow pointing down to my crotch, and I sort of flushed at that thought. Why? Because she totally looked at it. My crotch, that is. Groin, dick, whichever your prefer. Blame it on me wanting attention. Or blame it on little me.

I looked at the girl from top to bottom. Yes, it felt weird because I have never followed a girl before just because she looked so fine. But there's a first time for everything, right? Plus, I'm a man. It's only normal and right now, I felt like I couldn't breathe. So well-endowed. I hate to say it, but look at those Goddamn-

"Tom," the girl repeated with a small smile. "I'm late for my photo shoot," she said firmly. And she cleared her throat. I had to keep my eyes on her eyes, seriously. For once, she wasn't showing me her treasure like all the other girls with their random names and mine or Bill's scribbled on them with sharpies. Her boobs were just... there. It was like there was a 'Hello, nice to meet you, too' neon sign flashing. I know, dude. I do respect women and so I kept my eyes firmly at eye level after a second of staring. It was sincerely unavoidable, but I tried.

She turned and took a little detour since I stood adamantly in her way. I turned and followed her trail. Come to think of it, it's like an MTV music video where the guy tries to get to know the girl and damn, the girl sure is fine. It's like our own music video, Lady and me. Just check out those hips. Her bone structure definitely is screaming at me to touch her but my hands, they stay at my side. "What's your name?" I asked. She was killing me.

Her POV
Shit. My name, my name. What's my na- "Ashlee," I said. Smartly, I continued. "With double E's instead of an E-Y." Was that irrelevant? I hope not. Great. I sound like a dork signing up for a spelling bee and being specific with spelling.

"Tom," the guitarist answered. Well, duh you're Tom. Do I look dumb to you, Mr. Popular? "And why with double E's? I saw his smirk. Damn. He's really trying to get something out of all this. For once, I felt embarrassed for having big boobs in a spaghetti top like that. Is it spilling too much? I hoped I didn't appear too skanky. I'm definitely not skanky. I just couldn't leave house wearing a stupid Tokio Hotel or some other band tee because I have to work.

Damn. Hot accent, might I add. Very hot accent. "Because I'm special," I said with a little roll of the eyes and I swallowed and walked away. Yes, play hard to get. This boy was too damn easy, if you ask me. I'm going to make him earn it. If he's just looking for a one night stand, he can kiss my ass. On second thought, maybe a one night stand would be nice... Oh, God. What am I saying? And oh, kiss my ass. Jesus.

He followed me as I walked wordlessly into the building and I heard chattering. It was my photographer, I suspected. "Ah, Ashlee," Drew clapped his hands. He reminded me of Bill Kaulitz, but Drew's gay. I hoped Bill wasn't gay, for some reason. Even if he was, it would be nice. "And your friend, how nice."

I smiled. "Sorry I'm late," I said. So what, Tom followed me onto the set of my photo shoot? Was he trying to get lucky on set or was he just trying to steal the limelight from me? "And you can go now because I have work to do," I shot him a smug smile. I loved how I was appearing, and I hoped it wasn't too much to handle. I really didn't want him to think I was a snobby bitch.

His POV
I pursed my lips and narrowed my gaze at her. She wasn't easy, and I love her already. Where the Hell are my one liners when I needed them? My brain wasn't functioning. I watched as she was pulled over to makeup and she was getting more and more pretty with each stroke of the brush. No wonder Bill loved makeup. And that's why he's got more fans than me, probably.

"What magazine is it for?" I asked, wondering if I knew it. Because I had one here that was going to be tomorrow. With Bill. It was a little fashion cover in TeenVogue. She looked TeenVogu-worthy.

"Some local advert," Ashlee answered. And she crossed her arms to conceal her cleavage. I stared at her body; curvy in all the right places. She wasn't a plank of wood, praise God for that. This crazy latin chica is for real. Plus she's a model. How cool is that? Real models like Tyra Banks aren't skinny. They're voluptuous figures and they, are truly the paragons of the female species. Kim Kardashian. Nicole Sherzinger. Jessica Alba. Just my fetish. Girls with booty back and front. No offense.

"Is he trying to get your name?" the makeup artist asked, smirking.

"He's got my name, all right," Ashlee said, laughing a bit as she glanced at me through the mirror. "So I don't know what else is it he wants. Don't you have something else to do? Soundcheck, interviews?"

"We got free-and-easy till three," I replied, licking my lower lip from left to right continuously. "And I was thinking we should really hang out, you know? I'd love to buy you a drink." Okay, that was a two-liner. Au mein Gott, Tom. You fail. You fail bad. Where is all your magic? Wait, usually it's the girls that try and chat me up or appear at my door and now, I'm trying to talk to one? This is something new. It's creepy considering where I'm at now because I followed her.

Ashlee cleared her throat and drank some water. "I guess you can," she said. "I'm an iced tea girl, just so you know." And she offered a really sweet smile. Sweet and sexy, was I getting lucky or what? I couldn't contain my tongue, letting it constantly probe at my lip ring. I hope she wouldn't freak out because I was just teasing.

Her POV
Oh, shucks. There he goes with his lip ring again. Combusting, I am. "Then I'm an iced tea man," Tom answered back. Smart one, I thought. Finally, a one-liner that's getting to me. I thought this boy was losing it since I last fantasized about him. This, once again, is too good to be true. Ashlee, just a few more hard-to-gets and hopefully, you'll both get something out of it.

I grinned and shrug, my lips slowly curling into a smirk. "Just wait and watch," I said to him before going to Drew and listening to his demands. In different clothing, I sat by the window, huddled on a chair, stood against a wall and tiptoed over the edge just to satisfy Drew, and surprisingly, Tom lasted throughout. I expected him to disappear, but he didn't. Persistent. I like. But if he was drawn to me for my booby and butt, I'm gonna kick his ass back to Germany. I don't care. But then again, a one night stand... I can't. I'm a virgin. And ew, losing it to Tom? Wait, I am thinking too far. Please stop the nonsensical nonexistent fangirling.

It was about sixty minutes and I finally finished the last picture. "It's a wrap!" Drew exclaimed, and I smiled at Tom before going over to view the pictures on the photographer's MacBook Pro. I glanced through and I was glad it turned out alright.

Tom came over and looked. "That's gorgeous," he breathed, licking his lips. Was that his signature tease trick or what? It was wearing off, sadly. Time to change strategy. I observed him for a while and he looked at me. I swear, he was eye-raping me. I felt his eyes penetrating. Look away, look away! Thankfully, Drew interrupted our little moment.

"Baby, you're kidding, right?" Drew looked at Tom in an 'excuse me' way. Typical ghetto look which so worked on this guy. And Tom gave him a look back. "You mean fucking gorgeous?"

I gave a little snort. Was Drew being serious? He was so totally trying to give Tom clues. What was going on? I don't care, anyway. Things were going good for me as it is. Tom laughed. "Of course-"

"And that's why I love you," Drew smirked as he cut Tom short, giving my butt a smack before clicking away on the laptop "You're so quick and easy, and you never disappoint. Perfecto, chica!"

His POV
I swear, when that homosexual guy slapped her ass, I shivered. Plus 'quick and easy' and 'never disappoint'? My Goddamn hair stood on its ends, and I assumed my dreadlocks would be like Bill's spikes. Anyways, I snapped out of it. Why was I being such a deprived dick about this? I sound like I needed her so bad. Maybe. But I really needed to get to know her. It's useless if it's a one night thing because damn, she's so worth the keep. Imagine my babies, how beautiful... Yes, I am creeping myself out. But damn!

"I know you love it," Ashlee smirked, pinching Drew's butt in return. Sure, baby. I would love to have that kind of affection from you. You can pinch mine anytime. I could never get tired of her body. Show me you're worth my time, man! Let's get going! Finally, she got up and wore a cardigan over. At least she's got some decency. What is wrong with her, seriously? Nothing!

I tried to find my words. "So, wanna hit the road?" I asked. I looked at my phone and read the time. "Shit, I've got less than an hour, though."

"And you're scared?" Ashlee looked at me, eyebrows raised. "Then, it's okay. You get going. I'll see you again in a few months if you come back here."

There she goes again. And she's using reverse psychology. Pssh, babe. It's totally working on me, lucky you. And I thought about it. The boys wouldn't mind. "You haven't seen me scared," I smirked and I took her hand spontaneously, interlocking our fingers as we went out. It sucked that we both drove, but we went to this sidewalk café and parked one after another and took a seat inside so we were ensured more privacy.

I looked around and tried spotting fans or anyone who recognized me. "Don't worry," she said. "Most of the people who are going to see you guys tonight are already queuing up, I bet." And she sipped on her lemon tea. One thing I love about her; she reads my mind. Another part of my Perfect Girl list.

"Except you," I said, nodding and playing with my lip ring. I used my tongue to twist in, pushing and pulling in through the hole in my lip so it was sliding in, over and out my lip every few seconds. She was totally eyeing it and I could feel she liked it.

Her POV
"Except me," I said. And I pulled out my ticket and showed it to him. He looked amused like he had never seen how his tickets looked like before.

Tom smiled and took it, examining it like as if it was some cold hard evidence. "I usually just sign these things when it's shoved in my face. I've never actually read one before and woah. 6pm? So it says 6pm? We always start shows at 7pm!" And I couldn't help but laugh. A really blonde boy. I'm getting used to this.

"Yes, because you guys love to be fashionably late," I joked, leaning forward. I made sure my boobs were cleverly hidden. It showed, but not too much. Oh yes, I tease. The best part was that Tom actually glanced at it for a split second. Boys will be boys. He won't get some if he thinks I'm that easy. You heard that, Tom? No booty calls.

He was really breathtaking up close. Now I understand why I fangirled about him so much to Bel because he looked so good in pixels and he looks so much better in person. I could really see his eyes, his eyelashes, his cute little moles that were sexy as Hell. I could just imagine licking them one by one which would make him giggle like a girl. Or moan like a man. Whichever. Yes, me and my mind. Of course, what do you get when you put a sexy boy in front of an innocent girl? Dirt. Yes.

"Sorry about that," Tom laughed. "That's what our managers tell us. 7pm." He gave a gorgeous grin that was sort of like a 'sorry' grin. "Is that evil?" I thought about it for a while. He was definitely sincere with that smile. That's nice. And I only had two seconds to think of a good comeback. Should I make it preppy? Snarky? Act like I'm pissed? Or perhaps, good old Ashlee's way of teasing. Of course, why not? This is Tom Kaulitz, for Pete's sake. Fingers crossed.

His POV
"You bad boys love to make us wait. You tempt, taunt and tease and you won't come out and please us unless we scream your names," the bombshell slurred slightly as she stared with a narrowed gaze through my eyes. Every keyword was freaking accentuated. "Now tell me, Mister; how evil is that?"

Goddamnit, I think I just... I... Oh, for the love of God. "I need to think about that," I managed to answer, trying to act really freaking cool about it. I acted like I was thinking when I was really wetting myself. Okay, not really, but whatever. Hey, did I tell you how dirty my mind was? That's what you get when you put a sexy girl in front of an innocent boy. I become dirty. And how do dirty boys get clean? Use water. "I need to go to the gents," I said. "Be right back."

I got up and snaked to the bathroom past empty seats. I locked the unisex single cubicle and banged my head against the wall a few times over the toilet bowl. It seemed stupid and pathetic, right? I know. I didn't know what I was doing. What was I getting myself into? Another groupie one night stand or a few one night stands or something that lasts for a while at least? I sighed and cleaned my underwear. Yeah, a little cream but fuck cares. I never knew I gave in so easily. Or gave out, more like. Ugh, get outta here.

I heard a sudden familiar ringtone. "Tom?" Ashlee's voice came from nowhere as the door creaked open. "Your phone." And I flushed the toilet before coming out seeing the girl. My own personal Nicole Sherzinger was holding my phone. She looked perfect with it. This has got to be something for real. I mean, come on. Even my phone looks good with her!

Weird how I left my phone there. I thought it got lost somewhere in my pants when I tried to feel for it. Yes, don't laugh at me please. "Thanks," I said and I pressed the button and put it to my ear. "Hi."

"Where the fuck are you?" Bill hollered into the phone. Apparently, his voice was projected by the microphone he was holding, I can picture it. He really was holding one.

"Oh, turn off the microphone, you idiot," I scolded. I heard my brother scoff before his voice sounded much better when he did the 'testing one two' thing. "Good. Anyway, I'm at this café a few streets from the arena. I'll be there soon."

"Thank God," Bill groaned. We wanted you to get us drinks." And I heard him squeal. That's my brother. And I looked up a bit and saw Ashlee looking at herself in the mirror. She was gorgeous already, but of course, if she was admiring herself, I wouldn't mind. I'd even join her.

Great. Now I had drinks to buy and I hardly have time to talk to Ashlee. "Right, I'll just get everyone iced tea," I said and hung up. Iced tea was my favorite drink of the moment and was it difficult to guess why?

Her POV
After getting ten cups of iced tea, we went back to our cars. "Hey, I'll drive you," he offered.

"Nuh uh," I said, half-laughing. Was he a dork? Anyways, it's cute. "I'm going to your show, remember?" I hope that didn't seem to diehard of me. Did it? Anyways, I put the drinks in his car at the shotgun seat. "Drive carefully," I said.

"Thanks," Tom smiled. Somehow, it seemed like we've known each other for a while. Did two hours count? Hopefully. "So," he started as he stared at me with his hands over the hood of his presumably rented car. It was still spanking, nonetheless. Mmm. Spanking.

I looked at him questioningly. "Yes?" I said. "I'll see you around, then" I said, trying to make it sound like this little chase was going to end here. Yes, yes. So sue me. I love a little bit of running.

"Where's your phone?" he asked suddenly. And he got into his driver's seat. I thought it weird he asked me something and slipped inside out of my view. What was he doing?

I took my phone out. "Here," I said. And I showed him it. Definitely not his kind of phone. God knows what porn this guy has on it. "Why?" I was thinking he wanted to exchange numbers. This was cool beyond words. Funnily enough, the excitement wore off. It feels like I knew Tom Kaulitz all along. No, no, Ashlee. You still dig him, yes you do.

"Nice," he smiled and he took out his and he took mine and looked at it as he started the engine. Was I supposed to get in? I guess not. And I stayed standing outside his car. "Here," he said. "I want your number."

Want? Baby boy, that sure sounded rude. "Fine," I said and I stood up straight and started typing. It was hard to use his phone, considering how many buttons there were. Ooh, inbox. Sneaky.

The next thing I knew, Tom reversed slightly and drove off. It took him approximately ten seconds before he disappeared but I just stood there, amused and amazed. So now he was playing hard to get know? Big tease. Big deal. The clever part was we had each other's cellphones. It was nice to know he trusted me, it really was. I mean, he can't be giving out free phones to the girls he chatted up, right? That would be... crazy.