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I'm Not Gay	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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|| Tom’s POV ||

I ran from Bill’s place as fast as I could. But even then we were still to close to each other. I was in my own house, he was in his. I jumped in the shower almost as soon as I walked in the house; thanking god my parents weren’t home and I wouldn’t have to answer any awkward questions. My hand was killing me. I shouldn’t have punched that door. I hadn’t even realized it while I was… oh god what was I doing with him?

I had to keep my mind off of him. I had to do anything to get my mind away from him. I mean fuck! I hardly knew the faerie boy and I just skipped school to make out with him. To… I don’t even want to think about it. Sure, skipping school is nothing new for me; I do it all the time- probably the reason for half of my failing grades. But normally it was me dragging some girl to my house while my parents were out to fuck the shit out of her. That was supposed to be Natasha today. We were going to leave school after her third hour and I was going to bring her back here. She was a really good fuck, and I needed to get off.

But then Bill had to come and ruin all of it! I hate him. I fucking hate him. Ugh, if only that was true. I should hate him. I want to hate him. To keep my own god damn sanity I need to hate him! But I don’t. If I didn’t know any better… I’d say I had a crush on him. But that thought is completely ridicules, I’m not gay. Hell, I’m not even bisexual. I like girls. I like fucking girls. Bill… he just- fuck he just needs to get out of my head.

I sighed and leaned my back against the shower wall, just letting the hot water fall down my body, washing away my own jizz thanks to- nope! Not thinking about him again! Think about someone else… anyone else. Jasmine. She was hot. About the same height as me, which was pretty cool. Her boobs were big, even better. And she kissed like WOAH! What was she wearing in math yesterday? That tiny plaid skirt… the red tank top… there was something else about her that changed though? Her hair! She just died it. Black and blonde. Just like- oh for fucks sake!

I groaned and slid down the wall, sitting curled to myself as the water matted down my dreads against my face and back. Obviously not thinking about Bill wasn’t an option. He was everywhere, seriously everywhere. I was half tempted to just drown myself here in the shower, because going back to my room wasn’t an option either, because he was there too. I needed to call Georg and Gustav. They needed to take me out, get me wasted, and get this kid out of my head. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

I stood up from the bathtub and finished washing myself, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around myself before I stepped out of the shower. I looked in the mirror and shuddered. I looked fatter then I did the day before… must have been the alcohol I drank the night before. I was making myself sick just looking there. I kicked at my clothes that I had dropped near the toilet and leaned over it, forcing myself to throw up the already empty contents of my stomach.

Better. I always felt better after that. I brushed my teeth quickly before I left the bathroom and went to my own room, finding clothes to throw on without ever taking a glance at my bed. It wasn’t hard. Pants. Shirt. Hat. Done. I pulled on my clothes as quickly as I could before I went back into the bathroom to get my cell phone out of my dirty pants.

I walked down the stairs and fell back on the couch of the living room, flipping open my cell and scanning down the list of numbers until I saw one of the very few guy names in there, Georg, and sent him a text. Yo, fuck head. You and Gus get out of there and come get me. I need some serious alcohol and a good lay.

I didn’t have to wait long for his reply- Georg was the master as texting fast during class and not getting caught, part of the reason I texted him and not Gustav. Natasha flip out on you or something?

I groaned, I didn’t want to get into this with him. Or something. Just get your asses here. You got ten minutes.

I flipped my cell shut and it vibrated almost immediately. Be there in twenty. I shut it again without replying to him and paced around my house. I should have said five, leave it to Georg to double the time I give him.

Fifteen minutes past and it seemed Georg was keeping to his twenty minutes and I groaned. I fucking needed out of here. I pulled out my cell to text him again when the home phone rang and I nearly jumped out of my damn pants. I picked up the cordless without looking at the number and answered it, cursing myself almost instantly- it could have been my mom. “Hello?”

“Tom?”

My heart leapt in my throat and I couldn’t breath. What was he doing calling me and how the hell did he get my number? I swallowed down the lump in throat and sounded as calm as I possibly could. I should be mean. Cold. Cruel. I was with every girl who called me after I fucked them. But I didn’t fuck Bill! Ugh, damn him. “Hey Bill… uhm… how did you get my number?”

“Our moms must have met while we were hanging out upstairs yesterday… because she had your number on the fridge.” Bill was talking fast. He sounded as nervous as I felt. “Uhm, I was just wondering… maybe… you’d wanna hang out later? Come over for dinner or something?”

I shuddered at the thought. Not really about hanging out with Bill, more of the fact that he wanted me to come over and eat… like it was a date or something. “Can’t.” I told him, pacing around the room again. I felt oddly bad for telling him no, “I made plans with Georg and Gustav. It’s kinda a ritual thing for us when one of us has a bad day. Skip school to go get trashed and somehow sneak in the house without our parents realizing we’re wasted.”

In instantly regretted the words that came from my mouth, because Bill sounded hurt again. I could tell. Even though he was trying to hide it. “Oh… it’s alright. I was just asking… you don’t have to explain.”

I laughed, it didn’t sound nearly as forced as it really was. “Not me,” I lied to him easily, I had grown to be the best liar one would ever know. But for some reason, I knew if I was looking at Bill face to face, I wouldn’t have been able to lie to him. “Gustav. He got rejected by some chick at school and is all upset about it.”

I could hear the relief in Bill’s voice and it made me feel better knowing he wasn’t hurt by it anymore. “Oh! Okay well, I’ll just see you at school tomorrow.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and if I didn’t know any better- he sounded almost flirtatious as well.

I couldn’t help but smiled and my voice held the same tone, “Fer sure. Call my cell later, I might be home early.” I don’t know why I said that, I didn’t mean to say that. But the sound in Bill’s voice made me glad that I did.

“Okay! But uhm… Tom… I kinda need your cell number then,” He said. Shit, couldn’t go back now. I made him recite his to me first and I just sent him a text from my cell that simply said. Call me around 10. he squealed. “Okay, Talk to you later, Tomi.”

“Don’t call me that.” Was all I said before I hung up my phone and turned on my heal only to see my two best friend staring at me with a funny look on their faces.

“You pulled us from school and you’re already making plans to fuck some other girl? Tom, you’re a serious ass hole, Yanno that?” Georg said with a roll of his eyes and his arms crossed over his chest.

I walked over to him and punched him in the arm, “It was the faerie boy from school, dumbass. Kid lives next door. He needed help with the math homework. I told him I was going out tonight to call me later and I’d help him.” They bought it. Thank god. I didn’t need to explain myself anymore to them. Besides, Georg is a little retarded sometimes and Gustav just listens to him. And since Georg normally listens to me, I’m the winner. “Now take me out and get me wasted. I’m seriously ready to smack a bitch.”

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I had thrown up twice on the way home from whatever club Georg and Gustav had taken me too. For the first time in ages, my gag reflexes hadn’t been forced by me. I had drank way to much way to fast and I was already starting to regret it. I was wasted and it wasn’t even ten when they were taking me home.

“Damn Tom, you really must have had a shitty day. I’ve never seen you drink this much before.” Gustav said to me as he held my hair back and I threw up out the door for the third time.

I was finally starting to feel better. A little less drunk the more I got the alcohol out of my system. I pulled myself back in the car and shut the door, half leaning on Gustav as I closed my eyes. “I’m fine.” I slurred. “I just want to brush my teeth and go to bed.”

“Fuck, what the hell are we going to tell his mom?” Georg said looking in the back seat at Gustav and me. Georg was the oldest, he would be blamed.

“Easy, we tell her he got food poising and needs to sleep it off. As long as he keeps his big mouth shut we’re in the clear.” Gustav said simply. I groaned and leaned over, my head between my legs and my friend rubbed my back, “And she doesn’t smell him. Fuck. Georg how much did he drink?”

“I don’t know, I lost count after his sixth or seventh mixed drink.” Georg mumbled as he pulled into my driveway. We were lucky to say the least, the guys had gotten me to the bathroom, since I kept complaining about the nasty taste in my mouth, and to my room without my mom catching us.

I was fading in and out of consciousness, my mind wasn’t on anything at all, just the sounds I heard from outside. It was raining. I like the rain. It helped me sleep. I could feel my eyelids falling shut again and I was nearly asleep for good until I heard my cell ringing loudly and I groaned. I pulled my cell from my pocket with tired hands and flipped it open without even looking. “Hello?”

“Hey Tom!” I heard his voice and I smiled. I was still tired. But I wanted to talk to him. I wanted to see him. Despite my efforts to try and rid Bill from my mind, which had worked up until I heard his voice again, I wanted him right next to me.

“Billa Boo!” I said, my words slurred and I could hear him laugh. I liked his laugh. It was really cute. Bill was really cute. “What are you doing?”

“Uhm… talking to you and painting my nails… are you drunk again, Tom?” he asked me. I just nodded. It never dawned on me that he couldn’t see it. “Tom? You there?”

“Yeah I’m here.” I said before it hit me and I laughed, “And no, I’m not drunk. I’m completely smashed.” I laughed again and went to sit up. I wanted to stay awake and talk to him. But sitting up didn’t agree with me and I fell back down against my bed. “Come over.” I said without thinking.

“Tom… its ten at night. I can’t come over now.” He said, I could hear the frown in his voice and I pouted. I wanted him over here. I wanted him over here now.

“Sneak out, please Bill? I want to see you.” I heard his sigh. I could imagine the look on his face if I tried hard enough. His lip pouting out like mine did. I could even see the side of his lip being pulled between his teeth and I smiled to myself. Bill was really pretty. I don’t care that I’m not gay. It was true.

“But you’re parents might see me…”

“Come threw my window. It’ll be easy. Please?” I asked, I had people sneak in and out of my room all the time. Mainly me, but not the point. There was ladder by my window. My parents knew I snuck out. But as long as I was back my morning and went to school the next day, they weren’t to worried about it.

“Okay… I’ll be over in a minute.” He said and we both said a quick good-bye before we hung up. I was happy. Bill was coming over. I didn’t have to wait to long. At least, to me it wasn’t to long, because before I knew it Bill was climbing threw my window.

I looked over at him and smiled, he was in his pajama’s. They looked cute on him. His pants were not as tight as though he worse to school. He wasn’t wearing any make-up or jewelry, and his shirt was just a little too small on him and showed his belly. I hadn’t noticed the star tattoo on his hip until just then. “Come here,” I said with a yawn, opening my arms for him to crawl into them.

He smiled and did, laying on my bed next to me and my arms wrapped around him as I pulled my tiny body close to him. His own arms wrapped back around me. “Why did you ask me to come over, Tom?” He asked as I laid my head on his shoulder and yawned.

“I just wanted to see you.” I mumbled. It was the truth, I wanted to see him. To smell him. To just hold him. If I wasn’t so wasted- I would have been freaked out by it. But right now, I didn’t care. I was holding the faerie boy and he was holding me.

“I can’t stay to long, Tom… My parents will notice I’m gone.” He whispered to me, laying his head on mine.

I whimpered and my arms tightened around him. I know I shouldn’t be around people when I’m wasted like this… I show too much. Way too much. But I didn’t want him to leave me. “Don’t go, Billa. Stay the night. You can sneak back in your house before your parents come to,” I yawned and snuggled against him, “Come to wake you up.” He sighed and kissed my lips lightly telling me he would stay, I smiled and kissed him back. “I’m glad you’re not adopted, Billa… you’re not my brother.”

I was asleep after I said that. I never heard what Bill said. I never saw the frown that passed over his perfect lips. I never heard the words that spilled from his lips. “I wish I could honestly tell you I wasn’t adopted…”
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