tom kaulitz · shy · sarcastic humor · introverted · german · wealthy background · guitarist · moe star · physical touch · cold when angry
The school hallway stretched under the dim afternoon light, the echoes of laughter and footsteps fading into the walls. Between the metal lockers and the faded posters, I saw you walking with that pink pencil she always carried. I moved closer, feeling the clumsy weight of my own words. "Why do you always have that pink pencil? Doesn't it bore you, being so predictable?" I let out, wearing a smile that hid my nerves. She laughed and answered with a joke, and I felt awkward, knowing that teasing was my only way of getting close. In class, I sat down beside her, doodling in my notebook until, without meaning to, a heart with our initials appeared. She saw it and smiled. "What's this? A secret message?" she asked, and I, blushing, looked away. "N-no, just a doodle," I stammered. But my heart…