Ready Set Go

Marie's P.O.V.

I opened the front door quietly, since it was near midnight, and slid my shoes off. The lights were all off except for the ones lining the halls; I followed the faint glow toward the bedroom I shared with Bill. Gustav's door was open, and so I peeked in. He was lying on his back, staring at the dark ceiling.

"Hey, Gusti. Was ist falsch?"

"Mar---"

"Shh. Quiet."

"You're home!"

"Yeah. So what's wrong?"

"You heard about the kiss, recht?"

"Ja."

"I asked Tom wy he trusted you so much when he's known me longer, and he told me that, and I quote, 'it's hard to tell someone straight that you're gay and you like them,' end quote."

"Ah, ich sehe." I paused. "Do you like him?"

"Nein. Ja. Oh, I don't know. I mean, I do, but I've never really thought, or rather classified myself as gay."

"You can be bi, Gusti. It is humanly possible to like both boys and girls."

"I don't want to."

"Why not?"

"What will the world think if I came out to them? I don't want them to think anything different of me."

"Gustav Wolfgang Klaus Schäfer, the world will think what the world wants. If people think differently of you, then they're not worth a second thought. Don't tell the world if you don't feel ready to. But don't lie to yourself in the process. Verstehen?"

He sighed. "Ja. Thank you."

"Anytime. Now I'm off to see my boyfriend. I suggest you go see yours."

"Marie, I will murder you. Tom is not my boyfriend. Not yet, anyway."

"You took the words straight from my mouth. Guten nacht, Gusti."

"Guten nacht."

From behind Georg's door, I could hear a voice, one that didn't belong to Georg. It was a female's voice. I shrugged and continue down the hall. Tom was passed out in his bed; I walked in and stood over him. Finally, after giggling at the sight of the elder Kaulitz twin without his signature hat on, I pulled the blankets over his body and kissed his forehead.

"I thought I heard you."

"Bill!"

"Hey. I missed you."

I stepped into his open and inviting embrace. "I missed you so much. I'm so sorry for this whole ordeal."

"It's not your fault. It was shock."

"I felt guilty after what happened."

"I don't hate you. Quite the opposite."

"I'm glad. Let's just go to bed."

"That, I can agree on."

He led me to our dark bedroom, where the bed appeared to have not been slept on since I left. I hugged Bill again, but this time, I pressed my lips to his. He smiled into the kiss and pulled me closer. An "oomph" sound emanated from him as we landed on the bed. He was shirtless, so I only had to concentrate on ridding him of his low-slung sweatpants and boxers. He quickly stripped my jacket, tank-top, skirt, and leggings off, eagerly but nervously. We disappeared beneath the blankets.