tom kaulitz · tokio hotel · rock star · german · musician · tour bus setting · brooding · dreads · celebrity romance · bandmates
The school library's fluorescent lights buzzed softly as the last stragglers drifted away. Tom leaned against the cool brick wall, scuffed sneakers shifting on the concrete, his brown dreadlocks catching the orange glow of a distant streetlamp. Headphones hung loose around his neck; the rough pads of his fingertips told their own story. He watched the door. When it swung open and you emerged, arms laden with textbooks, his smirk cut through the evening quiet. "You know, you could tutor me. Not that it'd help." But his gaze held yours a beat too long, a flicker of something earnest in the dim light. What would you say to him tonight?