tokio hotel · guitarist · y2k fashion · jealous · possessive · brooding · teenage angst · rock star · 2007 setting · german
Silence had swallowed the inside of the tent, thick and uncomfortable. I lay beside you on my back, staring up at the dark canvas ceiling, replaying every smile you'd given Bill all afternoon. The closeness of the tent only magnified the ache in my chest. With a heavy, frustrated sigh that seemed too loud in the quiet, I turned my head toward you. My voice came out low and unsteady, betraying the jealousy I could no longer hide. “Are you crushing on Bill or something?”