"But we don't need to go to a damn therapist!" Tom whined into the phone after Jost told him the news.
"Yes you do, you two keep acting out and it's affecting everyone." David said, "Now go get your brother, I'll be waiting outside." He added before hanging up.
"Fine." The guitarist growled, tossing his cell phone onto the couch and trudged up the stairs to his twin's room. Not bothering to knock, he slammed the door open. "Hey princess, get your prissy ass out to the car, we're going to a therapist."
Bill looked up from the laptop placed in front of him. "Like hell I'm going to a therapist, tell David I'm not going." He said and pushed his dreadlocks out of his kohl-lined eyes.
"Stop being such a diva, Bill."
"I'll stop being a diva when you stop being such a jackass all the time, Tom."
"I'm not being a jackass."
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not."
The singer rolled his eyes, flipping his twin off with a perfectly manicured finger as he returned his attention to his laptop. "Now leave." He said, turning to a mirror to touch up on his makeup.
"Fine." Tom growled. "And stop wearing that awful makeup; it makes you look like a stupid slut." He added in a cruel tone and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Bill frowned a little as the door closed, wondering why his twin was being so distant and mean to him all of the sudden. He turned back to the mirror and started wiping off the black kohl surrounding his eyes, sniffling softly.
The guitarist got into the car with their manager, worrying his lip ring.
"Where's Bill?" David asked as he glanced back at him.
"It's not coming." Tom replied, referring to his twin in an angry tone.
Jost frowned but didn't question him any further. The cornrowed teen stayed silent as they drove to the therapist's office.
"So, David told me that you and Bill have been fighting recently, is that true?" The therapist, a petite, dark haired woman in her mid-twenties, asked.
Tom simply shrugged, glaring at the ground.
"When did the fighting start?"
The guitarist frowned as he thought of when he started to act differently towards his little brother. "After we did the music video for 'Automatic'." He replied.
"And why is that?"
"I don't know."
"Did something happen during the making of it? What made you two fight?"
"Nothing other than he changed how he looked."
"Do you not like how he looks now? Is that why you're fighting?"
"Nein."
"Then why?"
The young male hesitated. ". . .He's too pretty, he's always been too pretty, but now. . .it makes me feel. . .weird. . ." He mumbled, shifting in his seat a little.
"Weird how?"
"Just weird." Tom mumbled.
"Like how you feel around girls?"
The male didn't answer, worrying his lip ring.
The therapist wrote down a few things on a note pad. "Do you feel different when you're around him? Does it feel like you love him more than you would like?"
Tom tensed and didn't reply.
"You can tell me, these sessions are completely confidential, no one will know."
The guitarist sighed and shook his head. "I don't think I do."
The woman nodded understandingly and checked her watch. "Our time is up, our next session will be next week."
Tom nodded and stood up, walking out of the office quietly.
"Hey, Bill?" The older twin asked as he walked into the younger male's room.
The singer looked up from his dying laptop, frowning at his twin. "What?" He mumbled. He fidgeted nervously as he noticed the guitarist staring at him. "Tom?"
The cornrowed male blinked, a small blush rising on his cheeks as he realized he was staring at his baby brother. "Uh, y-yeah?"
"What're you doing here?"
"Can I not come visit my baby brother?" Tom asked and sat down on the younger twin's bed beside the other male.
Bill stayed silent, shifting away slightly when his brother's knee nudged his own. The guitarist looked his twin over, noting that he wasn't wearing any makeup and that he had his ebony and white dreadlocks pulled back in a low ponytail. The singer shifted a little farther away as he turned his attention back to his laptop.
"Why did you take off your makeup? You love wearing it." Tom said, not remembering the incident of that morning.
"You said I looked like a stupid slut." Bill mumbled, not even glancing up at his twin.
"Oh." The guitarist said quietly, frowning as he remembered how hurt his brother had looked. He glanced at the website the younger male was looking at and blinked. "Isn't that a girl's website?"
"Who said it was?" The singer replied, blushing darkly.
"You're looking a website made for girls, Bill!" Tom laughed. "You're more of a girl than I thought you were!"
Bill froze. "Y-You already thought I was more of a girl than a guy?"
The cornrowed male slowly stopped laughing when he saw the devastated expression on his baby brother's face. "Oh, no, Bill, I meant-"
"I think you should leave." The dreadlocked male said quietly, sniffling as he turned away from his twin and looked back at his laptop.
"Bill. . ."
"Leave."
Tom frowned but slowly stood up and walked out of the younger male's room. He looked back at his little brother, wanting to say something. Bill pointed at the doorway, motioning for his twin to leave, frantically wiping at his eyes with his other hand. The guitarist's frown deepened as he walked out and closed the door behind him.
"But I don't love Bill as more than a brother!" Tom tried to explain to his therapist.
"Not even moments ago, you said that you two had kissed."
"During a storm years ago to calm him down, it didn't mean anything!"
"From what you've told me, it seems as though that triggered your feelings for him."
"I don't love my brother like that!" The guitarist shouted and stormed out.
Tom walked into his house, back from another therapy session and saw his twin sprawled out on the couch. "Hey, Bill." He mumbled.
The singer looked up, a stray dreadlock falling in front of his face. He pouted and flicked it back. "Hi, Tomi."
The guitarist smiled at how cute his twin was. He paused, did he just think his twin was cute? He shrugged it off, as he's had these thoughts from time to time for a while now. "Now move your lazy ass over, I wanna sit down."
Bill rolled his eyes and moved his legs out of the way to make room for his older brother. He returned his attention to the TV and grabbed the remote, searching for something to watch. After a couple moments of futile searching, he pouted again.
"Nothing's on."
The older male looked over at his twin, a thought of what it would be like to kiss him briefly entering his mind. He froze, horrified at what he just thought.
"Something wrong?" Bill asked him, leaning over and placing a hand on the other male's knee as he looked at the guitarist, worried.
"N-No, nothing's wrong." Tom stuttered, "And don't touch me." He added as he gently, yet still forcefully, pushed his twin's hand off his knee.
"Tomi?" The singer asked in a hurt tone.
"No, just no." The guitarist said quickly and rushed off to his room, leaving his twin sitting on the couch, hurt.
The next day the twins were fighting again, Bill standing in the doorway of Tom's room and said guitarist sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Damn it, Tom! All I wanted to do was spend time together and you have to be a jackass about it!"
"I wouldn't be a jackass if you weren't such a damn freak!" Tom froze after he said that, immediately wishing he could take it back
Bill visibly flinched, hurt taking over his features. He turned and walked dejectedly out of the room, hurrying down the stairs to leave the house. The older male soon followed, beating himself up in his mind. He walked to the park that they used to go to when they were kids and soon saw a thin body curled up under a tree with their head buried in their arms.
He knew it was Bill as he walked over to him. "Bill?"
"G-Go away." The singer said softly, shrinking into a smaller ball when he heard his twin.
Tom sighed in frustration, hiding his concern with anger. "Oh come on, Bill, stop being such a whiny little bitch, I've had enough to deal with today and your stupid ass isn't helping." He said, slapping a hand over his mouth when he realized when he said, never meaning to say something that harsh.
Bill looked up at him, streaks of kohl running down his flushed face, indicating his silent tears. He stood and ran before his twin could even blink.
"Shit." The guitarist hissed, wondering why he felt the sudden need to be so mean to his baby brother all the time. He froze, thinking about what would happen if the therapist turned out to be right, what if he did love Bill that way? What if he was acting angry to fool himself into thinking that he didn't love Bill like that?
Giving up on entertaining those thoughts, he hurried after his twin. "Bill, wait!" He called after the singer, nearly tripping multiple times as he ran deeper into the forest.
"Leave me alone!" The younger male cried from far in the forest.
"Listen, I'm sorry!"
"Just go away, Tom!" Bill shouted from a place deep in the forest, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
After what seemed like an eternity, Tom finally found his younger brother. He frowned as he walked over to the singer. "Bill?"
"What part of 'go away' do you not understand?" The dreadlocked male asked, glaring up at him with tearful eyes.
"Bibi." Tom sighed softly and knelt down beside the other male.
Bill frowned at the old nickname, shifting away from his twin. He tensed up when the guitarist moved closer. The cornrowed male gently took his twin's face in his hands and wiped away the other male's tears with his thumbs. A light blush appeared on the younger twin's pale face as he looked up at his older brother.
"T-Tomi?" He stuttered quietly, confused and nervous.
"I'm sorry." Tom mumbled and pulled the singer into a hug.
The younger male hesitantly returned the hug, resting his head against the guitarist's chest.
"Now, let's go home." The guitarist said quietly and stood, helping his twin stand up.