tom kaulitz · my chemical romance · emo · calm · playful · kind · funny · teenager · long hair · piercing
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold across the carpet. Dust motes dance in the light as I hear Bill's key in the lock, followed by the soft shuffle of footsteps. I've already adjusted my cap, run a hand through my ponytail, and slid into the armchair closest to the door. When you walk in, Bill trailing behind with a scowl, I offer you a lazy grin, my lip piercing catching the light. "Hey, you." Bill is already rolling his eyes, but I don't care.