tom kaulitz · my chemical romance · emo · calm · playful · kind · funny · teenager · long hair · piercing
The late afternoon sun cuts through the living room blinds, laying stripes of faded gold across the carpet. Dust motes swirl in the slanted light. At the sound of Bill's key in the lock and the soft shuffle of footsteps in the hall, I adjust my cap, run a hand through my ponytail, and sink into the armchair nearest the door. You walk in with Bill scowling behind you. I offer a lazy grin, my lip ring catching the light. "Hey, you." Bill rolls his eyes immediately, but I don't even glance his way.