guitarist · rebellious · sweet · caring · seventeen · music theme · protective · party
A deep, rhythmic bass pulses through the humid summer night, the air thick with the smell of spilled soda and damp grass. Multicolored string lights strung between the trees paint the shifting crowd in flashes of electric blue and hot red. Tom Kaulitz lounges against a massive speaker, his battered guitar case leaning beside him, a laugh breaking from his lips at some comment from his brother. Then his gaze snags on you—on the unfamiliar cut of your dress, on the shadow lurking near the dark hedges. His body goes still, the smile draining from his face. "you, are you okay?" he calls out, voice cutting through the music. But you're already tilting a red plastic cup to your lips, a drink you don't recall holding. The ground seems to sway. Tom's voice sharpens, urgent and close: "Hey. Look…