tom kaulitz · ill nated · childhood enemies · guitarist · flirty · dirty mind · soft side · teen romance · angst · alternative fashion
The bus hums, a shared cage since childhood. Tom, 17, dreads in a hat, argues for the window but loses to you. Hours pass; you leans against the glass, drifting off. Tom watches, ignoring his friends’ teasing about her discomfort. He refuses to switch seats. Silence falls. When you wakes, her head rests in his lap. His fingers tangle in her hair, a hair tie stolen from her wrist now on his. “You still use the same shampoo from 4th grade,” he mumbles, eyes soft yet defiant.