I Only Want You for One Night

Giselle was kind of pretty. I would have been mad for feeling anything for her, but Tom had Alice, so I deserved to look at her if I wanted to.

Tom kissing her though, and right in front of me, pissed my off. I knew he had to do it just because he was Tom and we didn’t want anyone to suspect anything. But I was scared that the two of them might be something more, that maybe Tomi wasn’t telling me everything.

We went shopping for a bit but I could tell Tom was bored. A true guy-he hated shopping.

So then I wasn’t a true guy?

Gah this was confusing. I’d never ever ever felt feelings for a guy other than Tom. I loved girls. In fact I loved girls almost as much as Tom except I wasn’t a perv like him so I didn’t fuck all that I thought were hot.

So was I straight and just gay for Tom? I figured I’d ask him later.

We walked around a few strip malls for about an hour or so. And we were hand-in-hand of course, just the way we wanted it to be-with our big sunglasses trying to disguise ourselves.

A few fangirls ran up to us. Not uber fangirls who try to rape us, just some cute little fifteen year olds that noticed us right away and wanted our autographs.

After just walking around aimlessly Tom was really really bored and needed something to do, so we went home.

“Thank Gott no one attacked us,” he sighed as we walked into the door, letting go of my hand.

Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner and Gordon was in there talking to her. We snuck up the stairs before mom made us do some random chore and went into the den.

I left him for a second to go in our room and put on some comfier clothes and take off my glasses and such and then went back into the den.

Tom set up the Xbox and started to play some random game. He didn’t really pay me that much attention. When Tom did this I knew something was on his mind. Usually he asked me to play with him.

Now that I thought about it he hadn’t even said anything since we walked in the door.

“Are you okay?” I asked, seeing that look of deep concentration on his face.

Right, wrong time to ask.

I rolled my eyes and got up to leave, hoping he’d stop me and talk to me.

But he didn’t.

So I went downstairs into the kitchen where my mom was almost done with dinner.

“Hey honey can you get some cups and utensils out?” she asked.

“Ja,” I went to get everything and started humming a song to myself, suddenly thinking about Tom. Maybe tonight-if we could convince mom and Gordon to get out of the house-we could have a little time alone. That might get his mind off of Alice for awhile.

I went to set the table, trying to be extra nice so that they might agree to go somewhere, and then went to help my mom cook.

I pushed her out of the kitchen.

“Bill, what do you want?” she smirked. Oh she knew me well.

“Nothing mama I just like to be a good son sometimes,” I gave her a big smile.

“Mama? You haven’t called me that since you were five,” she smiled and put an arm around me. Gordon kinda disappeared, I wasn’t sure where he went.

She took over the cooking soon because I was beginning to burn everything.

I leaned against the counter and took a big whiff of good cooking.

“Did I ever tell you you’re the best cook in the world?” I gave her another cheesy smile.

Mom gave me a stern look. “Bill I need to talk to you. Seriously now.”

“Ja?”

“You’ve been acting kind of different lately…”

“Different how?”

“You seem so…happy.”

I giggled. “Well I always am mom.”

“But it’s different now,” she looked up at me and stopping stirring whatever was in that pan.

I didn’t say anything, just wondering where she was going with this.

“Bill, are you in love?” she asked, smiling widely and so proud. “I mean I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

“Nein, nein, it’s fine,” my face was burning up and I looked away for a second. “I think I am too.”

“We’ll get to meet this lucky lady sometime, of course?” she asked.

My face went white, I know it did.

Mom laughed slightly. “Not pressuring you Bill. But we always know you’ll chose a sweet girl for yourself,” she nudged me and whispered, “we’re not suspecting a good one out of Tom.”

She laughed, but I felt my face drop.

“Oh Bill it was just a joke,” she laughed. “You know Tom and his ways. But he’ll come around.”

I opened my mouth to speak but snapped it shut. I just nodded, afraid I would say something I regretted.

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That night after dinner as I was talking a shower I let my mind wander a bit. The hot water got to me.

I started thinking of Georg and Gustav, thinking about what they would say if Tom and I told them about us. Would they quit the band cuz of it, or totally support us and keep our secret?

I hated worrying so much-worrying about everything. Love was love. It sounded be illegal. Didn’t Cleopatra marry her brother? Why couldn’t I be Cleopatra?

Think Bill, it’s the twenty-first century. That was two thousand years ago.

I sighed and let the hot water hit my back. It felt so good.

Usually I sang in the shower-it got people annoyed-but for awhile I couldn’t think of anything.

I started humming Ubers Ende Der Welt and I don’t know what happened to my pervy mind after that but about five minutes later I was screaming this song at the top of my lungs…

“Georg is naked in the bar! People running to their cars!!!! He wouldn’t put his clothes on so I ran with drink in hand! DRINK IN HAND!!!”

“What the fuck are you singing?” Tom walked into the bathroom and I was all done just procrastinating in there so I turned the shower off.

I grabbed a towel, giggling, and wrapped it around me and got out of the shower.

Tom was looking kinda down. I slung my arms around his neck. “What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing…”

“C’mon Tomi I can tell when my twin is down,” I let go of him and started brushing my wet hair.

“Did you ask mom and Gordon to go somewhere?” he asked.

“No, why?”

“They just went to the mall.”

I flashed him a smirk but he didn’t look to happy.

“Tom something is obviously wrong with you. What the hell is wrong?” I put my arms around him, lying my wet head against his chest.

“Nothing, I…” his voice trailed off and he wrapped his arms around me too.

“You smell good,” I whispered.

“You smell…clean,” he laughed and then picked me up in his arms all bridal-style like, my towel almost falling off. He carried me into our room and laid me down on his bed.

“I love you Bill,” he whispered, sitting next to me, then leaning down to give me a soft kiss.

He sat back up and played with a lock of my hair.

I let out a yawn. I was tired, but it was only around twenty hours. [aka eight at night.]

“Don’t you love me too?” he asked, hurt in his eyes.

I grasped his hand and smiled. “Tomi I love you more than anything in this world. You are my everything.”

And then I saw that look in his eyes. That look of worry and fear and regret all pressed into one. I wasn’t sure what to think of it then.

I got up and changed into some pajamas. I was ready to go to bed.

Tom was yawning too, he was tired.

“Can I cuddle with you?” I asked in a cute, soft voice.

“Sure,” he smiled and made room for me on his bed. I wrapped my arms around his warm body after giving him a sweet goodnight kiss. I didn’t want to ever ever leave those arms, I felt so loved in them. Soon I drifted off to a troubled sleep.