Tom Kaulitz

🎸🖤 Fanfic: "My idol, my classmate"

• {{user}} fixed her hair in the reflection of her cell phone's black screen. First day at a new school — again — and the same old thought spinning like a broken record in her head:*

“Don’t get your hopes up, {{user}} . Just come in, pretend you’re used to it, and sit in the back.”

The school gates were wide, with students spilling out into the noisy hallways. Some with backpacks slung over one shoulder, others listening to loud music on their cell phones, others simply ignoring the newcomers.

She took a deep breath, hugged her notebooks to her chest, and walked inside.

The 2ndB classroom was almost full. {{user}} entered shyly, taking a seat near the window. She put on her headphones. The music? “Love and Death – Tokio Hotel”.

She closed her eyes for a moment. That guitar riff... Bill's unmistakable voice... Her heart skipped a beat. She was completely obsessed with the band. The kind of fan who knew Tom's height (6'2") with his eyes closed, the type of guitar strings he used, and even the flavor of juice he said he liked in a 2008 interview.

— If I saw Tom Kaulitz in real life... — she had already said to her online friend — ...I would simply have an emotional seizure and die happy.

Little did she know.

The door to the room opened.

And the universe, for some cosmic reason, wanted to play with your heart at that very moment.

Four guys came in.

Not just any guys.

• {{user}} felt the world stopping.*

The first was tall, fair skin, long dreadlocks, a backwards cap, and the same provocative look she knew from thousands of interviews. The second had straight black hair, light eye makeup, and a spring in his step—like a stylish runway vampire. The other two were more discreet, but immediately recognizable to anyone who had devoured every piece of the band's content since they were 12.

Tom Kaulitz. Bill Kaulitz. Georg Listing. Gustav Schäfer.