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Improvisation	By : Rina76 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Georg Listing, Tom Kaulitz, Bill Kaulitz or any members of Tokio Hotel. This story is a complete work of fiction and not true. I don't own this fandom am not making any money from the writing of this story.

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For better or worse, the two actors stalwartly hang on to their Mexican stand off for days, neither giving an inch. They shoot their scenes and say their lines; they gaze into each other’s eyes when they are supposed to. But when that camera stops rolling, they separate like the wrong ends of a pair of magnets. Their special smoking spot is abandoned, neither of them going there in a deliberate effort to avoid the other. Georg skips meals, preferring not to eat rather than bump into Tom at the catering table. Tom doesn’t care; he’d rather eat alone anyway, rather than have to look at Georg’s smugly handsome face. Neither of them recalls who started the stand off, though technically it was Georg who stopped communicating first, but Tom owns just as much responsibility for prolonging the silly spat.

Noticing that the actors are quarrelling once more, Gustav Schafer feels exasperated by their adolescent carryings-on, but doesn’t mention it. He knew something like this would happen when Bill showed up the other day. He didn’t want to tell her where the two co-stars were hiding out but he had to or else she would have been walking around for ages looking for them. Poor girl seems lovely and doesn’t deserve to be hurt. But then again, neither do Georg or Tom, who obviously care for each other. It’s a tricky situation but the director knows he can’t intervene, not in their personal lives. As long as they don’t let it affect the quality of their performances, Gustav won’t say a word. They’re just going to have to sort it out themselves like big boys. Although, when Tom is sulking in one canvas chair between takes and Georg is sulking in another, he feels like banging their big, dumb heads together and telling them to kiss and make up.

To replace the gap that Georg’s purposeful absence leaves in his working day, Tom brings his guitar on set and fills in time strumming it, fine-tuning some of the songs he plays with his band. A large part of being an actor involves waiting around doing nothing, waiting for the scene to be set up, waiting to be called when it’s all ready to go. As he and Georg aren’t currently entertaining each other, they have to find something else to keep them occupied during these long, boring breaks. Tom smokes, eats junk food, skims through rock magazines and plays his guitar. He also brings his journal along and jots down ideas and thoughts and lyrics, anything to keep his mind off Georg not being there to talk to. Not in the mood to socialize, loner Tom keeps himself entertained.

Meanwhile, Georg tries to be a little more affable, cruising around the set talking to the cast and crew, talking to Gustav and the producer David Jost, learning more about the film-making process. One day he wants to direct and produce, not just act. He loves this behind-the-scenes stuff and laps up everything that Gus and David show him. When he gets the feeling he’s bugging Gustav too much, he seeks out Hannah’s companionship. When she’s not rehearsing or getting her hair or makeup done, that is. She’s bright and funny and makes intelligent conversation. And with that pale skin, those grey-blue eyes and long red mane, she’s a real beauty, of course. Georg gets the impression that she’s very interested in him, despite their ten year age difference. He reckons he could get the older woman to go out on a date with him as easy as clicking his fingers.

But she’s not Tom.

Too bad the kid is already taken. Georg supposes that if he’s going to get over the other boy, which he knows he has to do for his own sanity, dating someone else would be an ideal starting point. However, he still can’t bring himself to actually ask Hannah out, or anybody else for that matter.

Eventually, Georg comes to the conclusion that what he and Tom are doing is completely moronic and fruitless and they need to start speaking again. He staunchly believes that they shouldn’t date anymore (well, not until Tom is unattached, anyway) but they could still be buddies. That’s what they were to begin with, after all. He misses lover Tom, but he misses buddy Tom more. Georg misses those moments where they’d unintentionally crack each other up during filming, leaving them unable to say lines without bursting into laughter. He misses fooling around with Tom off-camera, pushing each other around the studio on metal trolleys or playing soccer with an old ball made of duct tape they found lying about the set. He misses loading up their plates at the catering table and eating together while swapping jokes and stories. He misses sitting outside on their boulders, idly smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. Just hanging out. Georg misses that an awful lot.

Unbeknownst to Georg, he’s not the only one. Tom also can’t take it anymore. He’s played the ignoring game long enough and is sick of it. He’s sick of the coldness and of the distance between him and Georg when before they were so close. He’s sick of being alone at night and yearns for Georg’s warmth and company. He’s sick of acting like he doesn’t care and like he doesn’t need Georg in his life because he does. He’s sick of acting like Georg is nobody and he’s sick of being treated like a nobody as well. Georg’s like an unfamiliar person to him now and it hurts. He just wants the old Georg Listing back and is prepared to do whatever it takes to get him. Even if he has to be the one to kiss ass. Now, normally Tom is not one for kissing ass. He’s more like the KICKING ass type of dude. But there comes a time when one has to bow to defeat and eat humble pie in order to get what one wants.

………

The click on Georg’s window is instantly recognizable. The brunette’s heart lurches and he looks in that direction, ears pricked. He sits there for five more clicking sounds and then gets up and pulls the curtain across. Tom is there standing under his window, apparently throwing pebbles at the glass again.

Georg slides the window open and sticks his head out. “What are you doing here, Tom?”

“Can you let me in?” Tom requests, swivelling his head anxiously around the lot.

“Why?”

“Well, if you don’t want the whole neighbourhood to hear our conversation,” the younger actor drawls, “I suggest you let me come inside.”

For a few seconds, Georg debates whether or not to just close the window on him. It’s not a terribly great idea to let Tom into his trailer. When they are alone...things can happen. He doesn’t want things to happen. Okay, that’s untrue. He would be thrilled if things were to happen because he is still very much infatuated with the brat but he can’t let them happen because he made the choice to end this relationship. It’s not over if things keep happening. However, Tom may not be here for the happening things. He may just be here to talk. That would be acceptable. Talking is something friends do and Georg still wants to be friends with Tom, if he can’t be anything else.

“Fine. Come around the front,” Georg tells him and closes the window, sliding the curtain back across. When he opens the door, Tom peers up at Georg with those two strikingly dark almond-shaped eyes. The boy seems edgy as he climbs the steps and enters the trailer. A gust of autumn air slices into the warm room. Georg shuts the door and crosses his arms over his chest, not inviting Tom to sit. He doesn’t want Tom to get too comfortable because he’s not staying. Never mind how gorgeous he looks with his windswept blond hair and his chill-pink cheeks and his pierced lips that Georg wants to crush against his own and...Stop it! Georg commands himself. Stop thinking how beautiful Tom is. He’s still not staying.

“So, what do you want?” Georg keeps his tone neutral.

Tom fidgets with the hem of his hoodie, making a small hole in the fabric even larger. He gazes at Georg through his lashes, noting that Georg is dressed in jeans and a blue long-sleeved T-shirt with the Superman logo on it.

“I think we should talk, Georg.”

Georg elevates his dark brows, making his forehead crinkle. His subsequent sentence is sardonic. “Isn’t that something girlfriends usually say?”

“I didn’t come here to fight with you, man,” Tom says pleadingly. “Can’t we just talk without biting each other’s heads off?”

Georg sighs. “I suppose. But you’d better make it quick. I have things to do.”

Tom’s face falls. “Oh. Well, I’ll go then. It’s not important. We can talk later.”

The disappointment in his voice makes Georg cave a little. “All right. If you wanna talk, I have time,” he relents. “What exactly do you want to talk about?”

“Us,” Tom informs him quietly.

“Us?” Georg repeats. “I thought there was no ‘us’. There’s you and then there’s me. Since when has there been an ‘us’? Weren’t you the one who said I was nothing to you?” Georg deliberately brings up Tom’s hurtful past comment to keep reminding himself that torment and suffering is all he’ll get if he keeps handing his heart over to Tom on a gilded platter.

“I didn’t mean that. You’re not nothing to me.” Tom drops his eyes. “You’re something, Georg. And I’m sorry.”

These are words that Georg would have loved to hear nearly a week ago. But they are coming too late. He has chosen to kill this affair before it kills him and regardless of what Tom says now, he’s sticking to his choice. Though he craves nothing more than to take the boy back into his arms, Georg knows the right thing to do is not to do it. He has to think not of what he desires, but what is best for both of them. He has to turn his poor trampled heart into a sculpture of ice. It’s the only way he can do this. It’s the only way he can make Tom believe that he’s not wanted anymore.

“I’m not sure what you’re trying to tell me,” Georg begins in a frosty tone, “but if you’re implying that we ought to resume jumping in and out of each other’s beds like randy rabbits, well sorry, Tom. It’s not gonna happen.”

Tom is perplexed by Georg’s unprecedented rebuttal. “What do you mean?”

“If you’d bothered to take note of the world outside of Tom Trumper, perhaps you would have seen that I’m dating someone else.”

Frowning, Tom demands, “Who, Hannah?”

Georg shakes his head dismissively. “It doesn’t matter who. Point is, I’m moving on. I was never getting anywhere with you. It was a dead end street from the start. First of all, you have a girlfriend. Secondly, you have too many problems and I don’t have the time or the patience to deal with your issues. You can do whatever the hell you want with your own life but you’re not gonna be in mine any further. When I look at my future, I don’t see you in it. To me, you’ll just be some kid I once worked with.”

The blunt words coming out of Georg’s mouth are like punches thudding into Tom’s stomach. The younger actor can’t respond, he can only stare at Georg with disbelieving eyes.

“Why are you so shocked? Have you honestly never been dumped before?” Georg says in a mocking tone very reminiscent of Miles Vanderwolf. “Get out of here, Tom. I’m expecting company shortly and I don’t want you getting in the way. Just go back to being a confused little teenager and leave me alone.”

Tom doesn’t reply. If anyone else said that to him, he’d tell them to go fuck themselves but this is Georg, and Georg doesn’t normally speak like this, with such scorn and contempt. Not knowing what else to do, Tom stiffly turns toward the door. Clumsy with shock, the teen actor fumbles for the doorknob.

“Aw fuck, wait,” Georg mutters regretfully, grabbing Tom’s arm before the boy walks out of there and in front of a truck. Tom stops and turns to gaze at him with eyes dulled by rejection. All the life has been drained out of them. At the expression of shocked devastation on Tom’s face, the ice sculpture in Georg’s chest shatters. He can’t be nasty to Tom. He just can’t. He hates seeing the boy so miserable. It makes Georg feel sixty times as miserable knowing he caused Tom to feel this way. Georg’s just not cut out for breaking hearts; he wasn’t born that way.

“Don’t go,” Georg implores Tom. “Please. That stuff I just said? Lies. All of it. I haven’t moved on. There is no other person, Tom. I made it up; I’m not seeing anyone else.”

Tom stares intently at him, uncertain to believe it. “You’re not?”

“No,” Georg says. “I was just trying to get you to forget about me, Miles-style.”

The blond boy searches Georg’s eyes. The man’s irises are as clear and green as the tropical waters of the Fijian Islands. Inside that greenness is the truth. Tom can see it as plainly as if it were a luminous pearl nestling at the bottom of those waters in golden sand.

Though he is immensely relieved knowing that Georg’s harsh words were false, Tom still scowls and yanks his arm out of the other man's grasp. “Dude, don’t fuckin’ lie to me like that. That’s cruel.”

Closing his eyes for a second in remorse, Georg says contritely, “I’m sorry. It was wrong; I know that. If you want the God honest truth, Tom, I don’t want to date anyone else. I still want you.”

Tom’s sardonic retort is, “Even though I’m a confused little teenager?”

“I didn’t mean that. Whatever problems and issues you may have...I don’t care. I like you just the way you are.”

“Then why didn’t you come see me, man? I’ve been waiting.”

“Because after seeing you with Billinda... You fit so well together. You belong with her. Not me,” Georg admits. “All those times you said we had to stop doing this...I realised that you were right. We had to stop. That’s why I didn’t come.”

“Forget what I said before.” The boy shakes his head. “We don’t have to stop anything.”

“Yeah, we do. I can’t date you while you’re dating someone else. It’s not fair to Bill and it’s not fair on me.”

Tom frowns. “So, what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that until you’re single, we can be friends only or nothing at all.” To show that he’s making his own rules for once, Georg crosses his arms over his chest and states in a tone of authority, “Those are my terms. If you don’t agree, there’s the door.”

The teenager takes a minute to think about it. “So, friends or nothing?”

“That’s what I said. No more kissing. No more blowjobs. Not a thing. We can hang out, but that’s it.” Standing there like an immovable object, Georg isn’t making this easy on Tom. The kid’s gotta understand that he can’t have everything he wants, when he wants it. He’s gotta learn to think of other people first and if he values Georg’s friendship, he’ll agree to those terms.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll accept that.” Tom gazes at his co-star beseechingly, his dark eyes requesting forgiveness for all that has taken place over the last seven days, including his girlfriend’s arrival and his own ridiculous behaviour. So, they’re not going to be lovers anymore but he’d rather have a platonic relationship with Georg than none at all.

“I know we work together every day, G, but we’re like strangers and it fucking sucks. I just wanna be friends again.”

To Georg, that’s satisfactory enough. That’s all he needs to hear.

“Then, get over here, kid,” he says and tugs Tom towards him by the front of the shirt. With both arms, Georg embraces Tom’s lean figure tightly. They can’t kiss but they can hug. Hugging is fine, as long as it’s a friendly, manly type of hug, and so Georg slaps Tom on the back a few times and then lets him go.

“So, we’re cool?” Georg prompts.

“Yeah.” Tom nods. “We’re cool.”

“Awesome.”

Overflowing with mixed feelings, Tom stands there, already missing the feel of Georg’s strong arms around him, already missing the solid feel of the older man’s body against his.

Being just friends with Georg is gonna be much, much harder than Tom thought.
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