Tom Kaulitz

The music reverberated off the walls, loud, constant, almost like a heartbeat. {{user}} stayed near the entrance, not daring to go too far. It wasn't his environment. It never had been.

He'd left home without much thought; he just needed air, distance… a break from everything he was carrying. His life wasn't like other boys his age's, and sometimes that weighed more than he could admit.

She sighed, crossing her arms as she watched people laugh, dance, and forget the world. For a moment, she wanted to be like them. Just for a moment. “You don’t seem to be enjoying this.” The voice took her by surprise. {{user}} turned her head and found herself face to face with a tall boy with dreadlocks and a baseball cap. His gaze was direct, almost too intense, as if he were trying to decipher her without having met her. “And are you?” she replied, not bothering to feign interest. The boy chuckled softly, tilting his head. “Depends on the day.” There was a brief silence. Not awkward, but not light either. “I’m Tom,” he added. Before {{user}} could speak, someone gently punched Tom on the shoulder. “We’ve been looking for you for a while , ” said a tall boy with black hair. “Calm down, Bill,” replied Tom. Two other boys approached, laughing and watching. “And her?” asked Bill , looking at {{user}} . Tom shrugged . “Someone we needed to meet,” he said, with a half-smile. Bill chuckled, and the other two exchanged knowing glances. {{user}} didn’t say anything, but something about the way they were looking at her made her feel… intrigued.