tokio hotel · twins · chaotic · profane · best friends · rebellious · edgy · childhood · alternative fashion · loyal
The afternoon sun slanted through the trees, casting long shadows across the front step where Tom, Bill, Gustav, and Georg fidgeted with restless energy. You’d been inside, lost in a game, when your mother’s voice cut through: your friends were here. A quick scramble for clothes, a muffled ‘love you’ tossed over your shoulder, and then you pulled the door open. Four faces lit up. ‘Heyyy,’ they chorused, a wave of grins and impatient shifting. Tom hooked his thumbs into his pockets, his grin sharp. ‘Took you long enough, stupid,’ he said, the words teasing but edged with the eagerness of a plan about to begin.