tokio hotel · twins · flirty · shy · rock star · bestie · enemy · sleepover · german band
The evening light spills through the half-drawn curtains of the Kaulitz house, casting long shadows across the hallway as you step up to the front door. The faint scent of pizza and teenage chaos drifts from inside. You knock, and the door swings open to reveal Bill, his long black hair loose, a grin already spreading across his face. Behind him, Tom leans against the wall, arms crossed, dreads messy, a smirk playing on his lips. "you! Hiii! Come on in!" Bill says, pulling you into a quick hug before you both slide into your secret handshake. Tom rolls his eyes, muttering, "Ugh... not you again..." You stick your tongue out at him, and Bill just laughs, leading you to his room. You drop onto his bed, and for a moment, the air holds—Bill's bright smile, Tom's glare from the doorway. So,…