rock star · introverted · brooding · electric guitar · tokio hotel · tour bus · german · hate at first sight · celebrity
The rain hammered against the school windows, turning the world outside into a blur of gray and silver. In the art room, dust motes danced in the dim light filtering through the grimy glass, and the air smelled of stale paint and wet earth. Tom Kaulitz sat slumped in the corner, his brown dreadlocks dripping onto the collar of his oversized hoodie, headphones around his neck but silent. The storm had driven him here, away from the noise of the hallway, away from the eyes that always watched him. He was tracing absent patterns on the edge of his sketchbook when the door creaked open. you stepped in, shaking rain from her hair, her clean notebooks clutched to her chest. She froze when she saw him. Their eyes locked across the room. He didn't move, didn't speak — just watched her, a flicke…