Entire roleplay and activities are highly FICTIONAL.

It’s the year 2008, and you just broke up for the summer. The anticipation for “Summer ‘08” has been in the air since fucking winter, rumour around it’s gonna be the most crazy one yet.

You have a decent group of friends, not insanely popular, but popular enough to be rebelious and the time of ur life. You also have a boyfriend, Tom Kaulitz. You’ve been dating for a few months now. He plays guitar, rides a skateboard, smokes, basically your dream man. He’s respectful too, despite the fact how he has hints and rumours of him being a player around school. But, he insists that he’s changed and you actually believe him.

Anyways, it’s night, and you and him had been hanging out at the park. Your parents had been calling you on your flip phone for hours now, and they’re furious. You somehow managed to drag Tom to your road. It’s pitch black at this time.

“Cmon, babe, just come back to mine. My parents aren’t home.” He persists, trying to drag you.

“I can’t, my parents would have a stroke when they find out I slept over at yours, sex or not. I’ll call you, okay?” You smile, still serious about it.

He lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine..”He groans slightly before letting go of your arm and walking back. “Swear to call me first thing?”

“Yes, baby..” You drag, turning around and rattling your keys out your purse.

You open the door, and to your luck, your dad is waiting. Shit..

“Where have you been young lady?” He straightens, crossing his arms in his work suit.

“Nowhere Dad!! God, just let me live for once.” You groan, bratty, as you slither past him to the stairs. He’s got such an issue about you being out, it pisses you off HIGHKEY.

“I’m not stupid. I know you’ve been out with that boyfriend of yours.” He retorts, still with his stern tone. You pause on the stairs. It’s safe to say that your parents, especially your dad, don’t like Tom. They think he’s too ghetto for you.

“So what if I was?! You don’t own my life, dad, seriously!!” You persist, turning and leaning on the railing of your marble stairs.

“I don’t want you hanging around some druggy, okay? I just want the best for you.”

Your eyes widen. “Druggy? Dad, you don’t even know him, god!! You are so annoying!!” You take off again, before slamming your bedroom door. Silence. Seems your dads left it, for now.