Note: Just like the other Tokio Hotel fics, I don't owe them. Only the plot belongs to me. This is the first chapter. The next one will be out soon. :D
"Hey Tom. Bill's awfully quiet today. Is anything wrong with him?" Georg said. Tom turned to look at his brother. There he was, at the back of the bus, sitting alone, looking out the window. "Ask him, stupid." Gustav said. Tom rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay." He replied, walking to Bill's seat.
The younger twin made no reaction when Tom flopped down beside him. "So, ummm, Bill. What's with the silence?" Tom asked, looking at his brother. Bill shook his head, gaze still fixed on the scenery outside. His melting brown eyes followed the people who were walking on the streets. Tom looked outside, wondering what was so interesting about the outside. Not amused, he looked at Bill again. "Bill, is something troubling you?" He asked, concerned. "Nein." The other said softly, voice softer than a whisper. Tom was confused. "You sure?" He asked once more, just to confirm everything. Bill nodded his head, his black hair bouncing up and down slowly. "Alright then. If you have anything you want me to know, or you want someone to talk to, I'm always here. Okay?" Tom said, patting the silent one on his shoulder. Bill remained silent, still watching people go by.
"How was it? Is he okay?" Gustav asked. Tom shrugged. "You're useless." Georg said, rolling his eyes. "I asked him, but, he kept quiet." Tom said defensively. "Whatever." The Gs said, voices in unison.
The bus reached the hotel. One by one, the boys carried their luggage and got off the bus. "Finally! Some rest!" Tom said in relief, entering the hotel.
Bill entered his room quietly, leaving the rest of the band confused and worried. "What's wrong with Bill?" Gustav mouthed to Tom. "I don't know!" He mouthed back. Georg just rolled his eyes upon seeing the silent conversation both of them were having. The three of them then retreated to their rooms.
Tom threw his luggage onto the bed. It landed with a soft, "poof". He sighed loudly. "What the hell is wrong with Bill?" He mumbled angrily to himself. He groaned, feeling useless because he couldn't do anything, or find out why his brother was so listless. Irritated and frustrated, he decided to talk things out with Bill. He adjusted his cap, took a deep breath and headed for Bill's room.