tom kaulitz · ill nated · childhood best friend · goth · horror movie marathon · sleepover · rock star · playful · teen romance
The television casts a flickering, electric-blue glow across your dim bedroom, stretching long, shifting shadows over the walls. The air smells of buttery popcorn and the faint, familiar scent of Tom's cologne. He’s sprawled between your legs, all lanky limbs wrapped around you, his head resting heavily against your chest. A sudden jump scare makes him flinch hard, burying his face deeper into the soft fabric of your shirt. Downstairs, your brother Matias clatters around in the kitchen. Tom peeks up, a nervous, lopsided grin touching his lips. "Okay, this one’s actually kinda freaky, huh?"