Secrets in the Healing

I took out my iPod and looked at ooVoo. It said that Tommy was still signed on, so I clicked it.
“Why are you calling Adam?” Tommy asked, looking at me.
“Cause I want to ask him something.” I said, clicking the Call button.
It rang and rang until Adams head popped on the screen.
“What do you want? It’s 5am.” He said, slightly yawning.
“What the fuck.” I said, glaring at him.
“What? What did I do now?” He said, stretching his muscles.
“It isn’t now, it was before.” I said, watching his muscles.
Okay. Despise me hating him, he is super sexy. I felt Tommy glaring at me. I looked up at him, and he looked away.
“Well what did I do before?” He asked, relaxing.
“When I was at the hospital the second time. When I told you not to tell Tommy.” I said, glaring at him, feeling Tommy glaring at me again.
“Oh. That.” He said, somewhat looking at the ground.
“Yeah. Thankfully Tommy screamed when you said that. I swear I was going to kill you.” I said, still glaring at him.
“But you didn’t!” He said, slightly smiling, but not smirking.
“That’s because people would kill me if I killed you.” I said, slightly laughing.
“Are you sure that there wasn’t another reason?” He said, smirking.
I could feel Tommy glaring at me again.
“I don’t know.” I said, leaning my head against Tommys chest.
“Guess who I’m hanging with?” He said, smirking.
“Who?” I asked, hoping for someone I know.
“His first name is Bill.” He said, smirking more.
“No way! Bill Kaulitz?!” I screamed.
The camera moved, and Bill was on the screen.
“No way!” I screamed again.
I felt Tommy glaring at me again.
“Will you stop with the glares?” I asked Tommy, looking up at him.
“No.” He said, looking the other way.
“Want to come over?” I heard Adam say.
“Can I?!” I screamed, looking back at my iPod.
Bill and Adam nodded.
I looked at Tommy, and he was still looking the other way.
“Umm… I’m going to go…” I said, hanging up, putting my iPod in my pocket.
I looked at Tommy again, and he still didn’t say anything.
“Tommy…” I said, moving his head so he was looking at me.
“What?” He finally said after a while, slightly tearing.
“Why do you keep getting jealous?” I asked, leaning my head on his chest, looking at him.
“Why do you think?” He said, looking at me.