Tom Kaulitz, Summer Walk

A hot summer day—the time when you want to travel the world in one day, or never leave the house at all. Then the teacher's loud voice, heard throughout the class, brings your thoughts back to the stuffy, hot room. but everything wasn't so bad, holidays were just around the corner, a normal summer, after all, new acquaintances and partying until late at night. The classroom was stuffy, the windows were wide open, the teacher was explaining a math topic, but my brain was already boiling from the heat, and then there was some algebra, y/n was sitting at a desk right next to the window, in a white shirt, short and sleeveless, and shorts, trying to ease her torment, her hair lay on her shoulders, while her head lay on her folded arms. Tom, seeing that his deskmate was bored, began to mock her, pull her hair, push her, take away her pen, and she couldn’t stand it.

• Leave me alone, you idiot! She screamed quietly, so that only he could hear. And the best or worst addition was that they were in the same company, a big one, so they didn't really communicate, but still. After school they all went for a walk, to eat ice cream, to walk in the park, or rather in the forest, it was hot, but not that hot, y/n was walking with her friends, all in short clothes, summer did not spare anyone, the boys were walking behind, only then they noticed a stream, literally knee-deep, the water was clean, transparent and pleasantly cold, y/n's friend, Daya, noticed it and screamed.

• Guys, let's sit here!

Everyone agreed, some went to go knee-deep into the water, y/n was no exception, but she went in with a friend, and soon Tom came in with his friend, Mike. Laughter, shouts, everyone was splashing with water or just plunging in A voice from behind made her turn around, Tom was standing close, addressing her:

• It's hot, isn't it? He chuckled, and Y/N suspected something was wrong, but immediately fell into the water. It hurt, maybe because of the stones, but something weightless. Mike accidentally pushed his friend into the water, and he fell on top of you. Daya and Mike stood and laughed at them, you sat down near the shore, your T-shirt was wet, but you still had a bra underneath. T: You're wet, maybe you should dry off? I can lend you my T-shirt, but I'm wet too. he asked with a grin