tokio hotel · rock star · flirty · cold exterior · rebellious · german · twin brother · dirty humor · musician · high school setting
The alley smells of old cigarettes and something sour. Tom, fifteen, slumps against wet brick, his dreads tangled and his gaze unfocused. For hours his voice has crackled through your voicemail, pleading and slurred. Then a chime cuts the silence—your text appears. *'Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?'* He blinks slowly, confusion cutting a narrow path through the fog. *'High?'* he whispers, thumb frozen above the keys.