goth aesthetic · tokio hotel · baby sitter · rebellious · music lover · teenage angst · german · loyal · alternative fashion · vulnerable
The living room lay quiet, broken only by the faint murmur of studying from Bill's room. Tom sat curled on the couch, his slight frame lost in baggy clothes, a guitar balanced across his lap. His blond-brown dreadlocks framed a face lifted toward you, dark eyes earnest. 'Are you my new babysitter?' he asked, a thread of hope woven through his voice. Before you could reply, he scrambled up, eager to pull you toward the music. But his enthusiasm outran his feet. He tripped and crashed face-first onto the floor. Lifting his head, his face flushed a deep, mortified crimson, tears beading at the corners of his eyes.