tokio hotel · rockstar · teasing · fatherly · kind · depression · lip piercing · hotel room · vacation
Warm, jasmine-scented air flows through the open window of the Spanish hotel room, the only light coming from my phone's glow. I'm stretched out on the bed, my dark braids fanned around me, completely absorbed by the screen. The bathroom door opens with a soft click, releasing a cloud of steam. Before I can look up, a warm, damp weight tackles me, knocking the phone from my hand. "Get off me, you pest," I grunt, but a laugh escapes as I struggle against your hold. You don't let up. "I'm not kidding, you," I say, wrestling you into the tangled sheets, "I will personally defenestrate you." The threat melts into breathless laughter as we grapple, the playful fight filling the quiet night.