The Worst Kind Of Confession

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokio Hotel.

Chapter 1: The Diary

The twins laid back on the couch in their living room, impatiently waiting for Gustav and Georg to arrive. Tom held the remote, having had to jerk it away from Bill, and flipped through the channels. Bill hadn't been doing anything with it, so Tom didn't think his brother would put up even half a fight for it. He sighed. Damn, Tom thought, how long does it take to run down to the store?

Bill whined, "Tomi! Just pick something already!" He sounded beyond irritated, much less than he felt, but he didn't want to take it out on his brother. The ebony haired man glanced at Tom for a second as his plea fell upon uninterested ears, sighed, and walked into the kitchen.

Watching his twin leave, Tom replied, "There's nothing on!" Knowing his next remark would go unheard because of the clatter Bill was making in the kitchen, the older twin muttered mostly to himself, "I hate fucking day time television…"

Bill, a glass of tea in each hand for him and his brother, strolled past the dining room table, only to pause and retrace his steps back to a carelessly placed book on the floor. He set each glass on the table, picked up the book, and flipped through the pages. "Hey…" he said hesitantly. "Hey, Tom! Come here!"

Tom clicked off the TV and did as told, taking a seat at the table. "What is it?"

Bill chuckled and remarked loudly, unaware Tom had entered the room, "It's a diary!"

"Ouch!" The older twin covered his ears. With his brother's attention finally, Tom said, "No need to shout, Billa. I'm right here…"

"Sorry…but look at this…" He began to hold the book in front of his brother's face when Tom pulled Bill down into his lap.

Tom nuzzled his twin's neck, not giving a damn about the book. Breathing in Bill's scent, he accidentally inhaled a few strands of the younger twin's hair. He jerked his head back, stopping himself from sneezing. "Jesus, Bill."

Bill tore his attention away from the pages, his gaze falling upon Tom. "What?"

"You and your damn fohawk…"

"Well, maybe your corn rolls are just too tight for you to put up with me today." He stuck his tongue out at Tom, a squeak issuing from him at his twin took the opportunity to suck him down into his own mouth. Bill pulled back, a smile glowing on his face. "Seriously, though."

Tom caved, joining his twin in the mystery that was this diary. He grasped it and read, "'Dear Diary, The new album is going great! You wouldn't think it'd taken us almost a year to write all the songs. My favorite is "Noise". All the synthetics in it; fucking awesome. I worry though, about Tom and Bill. It's probably just paranoia…but I can't help feeling like there's more between the "brotherly affection" than they let on. It's almost like they're a couple. Crazy, right? Or it would be if I were the only one who thought so…'" The elder twin stopped reading out of shock.

Bill stuttered, "W-Who's diary is this?"

Tom turned to the front page. "Property of…Georg Listing…oh shit."

Just as the owner was discovered, the front door clicked open and closed, followed by the voice of the drummer, "We're back! And we come bearing goodies!"

Tom slammed the book shut, returning it to it's original position on the floor, while Bill stood quickly, straightening his shirt so they wouldn't know he'd been sitting in Tom's lap.

"Hey," Georg said as they entered the kitchen. "We bring snacks…and the bus. C'mon, let's--" he paused noticing his diary on the ground. "Is that mine?"

Tom glanced at it, opened it to the front page, and replied, "Yeah. Here you go." He handed it to the bassist.

"Thanks, man. Now let's get going."

The rest of the day, Bill and Tom barely touched each other at all, no witty banter like usual, either. They were just two people in the same bus, nothing more…that is…until they reached the hotel…

Tom rolled off of his twin, chest heaving, sweat glistening off his tanned skin. He glanced over at Bill and laughed at his brother's condition. It was no better than his own. He received a playful punch in the arm for it, too. The elder twin pulled Bill into an embrace, close and comforting.

As the two began to doze off, the door flung open, and in walked Georg and Gustav with their manager, David's, master key, only to find the twins lying naked together in bed. The four just stared at each other in shock…