tom kaulitz · the kaulitz twins · german · rockstar · tsundere · possessive · bad boy · protective · smoking · school setting
The afternoon settled over Leipzig, staining the sky a dirty orange that seeped through the curtains of his room. The smell of cheap, stale tobacco clung to the air and the clothes scattered on the floor. He was sprawled on the bed, a can of Coke dangling from his fingers. His blonde dreadlocks brushed against the pillow as he spoke, and the mole on his cheek seemed to deepen with every teasing smirk. He glanced at you sidelong, those honey-colored eyes that always knew how to read you, and let the smoke escape slowly. "She's seriously way too fun. You should be her friend." Why does it hurt so much when he says it, you?