Tom contemplated heavily on what to say as his best friend came up to him and took a seat on the other couch. He played with his phone in one hand absent-mindedly.

"I got your text, you wanted to talk?" Andreas asked. Tom felt the words slide out of his mouth, all preparation forgotten.

"Can I get something off my chest to you?"

"To me?"

"It's got something to do with you, Andreas."

"Yeah, sure."

"I think I'm in love with you," Tom said, looking down at the floor. He watched the blonde guy stand up and walk out of the room from the corner of his eye and he was left alone.

"Tom, Tom, hey!" Bill half yelled, throwing a cushion at Tom. It hit him on the face and fell on his lap, making the rest of the guys burst out laughing. Tom smiled weakly, picking the cushion up and setting it aside.

"You okay?" Georg asked.

"Yeah, yeah I am," Tom replied, leaning back on the sofa and stretching. Georg nodded at him, not believing what he said but deciding to leave him be. Bill continued with his interesting story.

"...and then I came out of the bathroom and there was this fan there, and she was wearing a Justin Bieber T shirt," he said, making his trademark wild hand gestures. The guys roared with laugher again. All of them openly didn't approve of Justin Beiber.

"She looked at most, fourteen years old and she came up to me and she said 'Bill, will you marry me?' with this puppy dog look on her face. I was scared out of my wits so I called Saki..." he continued but Tom wasn't listening. His mental visions skimmed over the profile of his and Bill's best friend. Andreas was as tall as Tom was, but skinny like Bill, with natural hair so blonde it was almost shocking. Bill, Georg and Gustav were aware that Tom was in his own world, and decided to let him out of the conversation. They all had those moments.

Georg left after a while to talk to his girlfriend over the phone in another room, alone. The rest of the band never knew the details of their relationship, the both of them kept it to themselves mostly. They could've been married by now and Tokio Hotel won't know a thing. Gustav silently walked out of the room to be by himself for a while and Bill lay sideways on the couch playing Super Mario on his portable Playstation. Tom stared at the floor, his mind wandering and often settling on visions of Andreas.

"You sure you're okay?" Bill asked him, his eyes fixated on Mario jumping over a turtle. Tom nodded.

"Huh?" he asked, finally taking his gaze off the screen.

"Yeah," Tom said, more certainly this time and Bill shrugged, turning his attention back to Mario. Bill was such a kid sometimes, Tom thought, as he himself rolled over and tried to sleep. He heard the door open and close and looked up to see who had come in.

"Hey Bill, Tom," Andreas said with a smile on his face. He glanced at Tom a while longer, looking at the floor after he was done and then at Bill.

"Hey," Bill answered slowly, making Mario get a mushroom before pausing the game to glance up at Andreas, who sat next to Tom on the sofa. Tom shifted slightly, feeling that they were too close for comfort. Bill didn't notice a thing, Saki had just walked in.

"Dinner," he told them in his usual monotone. Bill got up. He'd been whining for food since hours ago. Saki pointed at Tom, who refused, and then Andreas, who said he had already eaten. Bill and Saki left and the both of them were alone.

"About yesterday..." Tom made to say, but Andreas cut across.

"It was fucking hilarious." Tom blinked twice, shocked and confused by his reply.

"What?"

"I said it was fucking hilarious. Best prank ever," Andreas said a little too loudly. He moved as close as he could get to Tom and put one arm around his shoulders.

"Do you honestly think I'm going to believe a cheap slut like you could love anybody?" he joked. Tom looked away, feeling tears come up to his eyes.

"I was telling the truth," he said. Andreas moved his face towards Tom and kissed him on the cheek, making him shrug away. Not many guys were as touchy-feely as Andreas. Tom struggled to get away from his touch.

"You're a good actor you know that? If this whole music thing doesn't work out, Hollywood's always got a place for you. You might become the next Robert Pattinson," Andreas told him, laughing. His laughter hit Tom like ice.

"Why don't you fucking believe me?" he asked, tears running down his cheeks this time. Andreas shoulders slackened, and he leaned back on the couch, sighing.

"I do, I just don't think it's going to last for a long time. It never does for you."

"It's lasted since 10th Grade."

"You're just confused."

"Fuck you," Tom replied defiantly. He wiped his face with one hand and got up. Andreas just sat there, not moving at all. He watched, not saying a word to Tom as Tom wretched the door open and went out, slamming it behind him. Andreas was alone. He lifted his back off the sofa and leaned forward, burying his face in his hands. He tried not to cry, he couldn't. He'd already told himself he wasn't going to get hurt ever again, and at the least, not by a guy he'd loved and been best friends with since he was eleven years old. There was really nothing wrong with Tom Kaulitz. It was just that he couldn't stay with one person for a long time.