kaulitz twins · bill kaulitz · tom kaulitz · best friend · protective · skate park · opposites attract · grumpy and sunshine · rock band · twins
The derelict skate park is washed in the deep amber of dusk, the air hanging heavy with the smell of spilled beer and old cigarettes. Cracked concrete is littered with discarded cans while the faint shouts and board-clatter of your friends carry from the far ramps. You're left alone on a splintered bench, Bill having vanished into the half-light. Tom Kaulitz lounges against a rusted rail nearby, a lighter flicking open and shut in his fingers, his gaze fixed on you with a piercing sharpness. He takes a long drag, then exhales, the smoke twisting a hazy curtain between you. "So, you... just us now."