The waitress came and brought forth coffee and some cake for the troubled looking teen; he thanked her and forced a smile nevertheless.

The raven haired youth kept looking at the window as if waiting for someone to come in this heavy rain, it wasn't like that when he first got here, but the rain suddenly got heavier, and now he doubts that his friend will show up, he was about to leave his food and get home, when the doorbell rang announcing a new costumer, a bleach blonde friendly young man who smiled warmly at him before sliding in the booth and greeting his childhood best friend.

-So?

The blonde asked excitedly, but his face dropped when he saw how troubled the other boy looked.

-Oh God no…Bill…

-Yep…he surely hates me now!

Bill laughed bitterly, with the most sardonic smile he could muster, he had promised himself not to cry, Tom had called him a pussy, a crybaby, and other things and he wanted to prove him wrong at all costs.

-How bad did he receive it?

-Well…

Bill looked at Andreas with all the humor he could muster.

-He first called me names, then said he doesn't know me and we're not brothers anymore, then called me more names, and today in school I found death threats and rape threats in my locker…he cares though, he's lying.

-I don't know Bill…he is pretty homophobic...

-No! You see he might be a homophobe, but he would never kill me, nonetheless rape me.

Bill whispered the last words so quietly that only Andreas could hear.

-He wrote the threats! The idiot thinks I can't tell his handwriting? He's the only fool in school who writes his M's and N's like W's and U's. Can't you see what he's doing? He's trying to scare me back to heterosexuality!

-Do you think Tom is that stupid?

-When he's being irrational, but this means that he cares, and you know what? If he'll try to cure me from being gay, I'll try to cure him from homophobia.

-…Aha.

The waitress came and took Andreas's order and hurried away after giving Bill a coffee refill, the two boys chattered away the rest of the afternoon with school talk.

…

In his room, Tom was holding his guitar and mindlessly strumming away on strings that he hadn't bothered to tune, all he could think about is how his brother has turned into a faggot, he could see it clearly now:

When Bill graduates high school, he'll probably move to San Francisco, and get a fuck buddy, he'll always be a bottom, and go shopping with girls, he might turn into a drag queen or even get a sex change…he'll loyally attend every gay parade dressed as a fairy, and wouldn't mind not seeing Tom for the rest of his life.

Tom couldn't help but feel a little guilty, Bill did try to reach out and keep the relationship, but he pushed this idea to the back of his mind, Bill knew that he hated fags yet he became one, homosexuality is wrong, everyone knows that…right?

Tom couldn't help but feel outnumbered with imaginary enemies in a made up war, he grabbed a coat and his car keys. He would head to the only place where he knew he'll find support.

Tom remembered how once his priest kept talking about how evil gays were, and how God hated them and they hated Him. He was never much of a religious person, but he did work with the motto "My enemy's enemy is my friend."

He entered the big hall and smiled at the colorful windows, when he was a child, he and Bill would stay here and stare at the colorful shadows the windows casted…Tom grimaced at the thought of Bill.

"Tom Kaulitz! My child! I haven't seen you in years! I'm glad you found your way back to church, where is your brother though? I thought you two were psychologically Siamese."

The priest always told jokes as far as Tom remembered, though he had forgotten how lame they were.

"uh…yeah I wanted to talk to you about that."

"Speak child…"

Tom has always thought father Ryan a fundamentalist idiot, and he had made it no secret to grudge him in public, yet the man seem to hold on to his façade of love and forgiveness, and now, Tom might for once find an ally in the old fool.

"You see, Bill and I were as close as ever until yesterday because we fought, is that OK?"

"NO! Child fighting the devil is one thing, but fighting your brother is unforgivable! Please go and ask forgiveness of your brother, just remember how close you two are! Don't ruin it with childish quarrels! Let me guess, a girl?"

"I wish!"

"By heaven tell me why you fought!"

"He told me he…he said he's gay"

Tom looked at his feet as father Ryan remained silent for a moment, but his face contorted hideously…

"And you fought because you disagreed?"

Now his tone sounded less trained and calm and more victorious and joyous…ironically gay too.

Tom nodded, looking down and biting his lips…maybe he shouldn't spread the news without Bill's consent.

"Child, you've done the right thing. Homosexuals are possessed by Satan, they've rejected the grace of God and turned and insulted the bodies he gave him with unnatural usage, they have deserted the true ways of love and went for their own perverted carnal lust, and they are damned souls if they truly had any souls…"

It might have been anywhere between five minutes to three hours, but father Ryan didn't shut up, and Tom seemed to grow weary, his brain told him that this is the truth, while his heart rolled its eyes at the shallowness and childishness.

"So stupid…"

"What, child?" Father Ryan asked confused.

"I…I have to go"

Father Ryan grabbed Tom's arm and forced him to face him.

"Don't forget what I told you."

Tom turned and started walking away, the rain has ceased and he knew Bill is probably back home, he drove to a nearby park, because he didn't feel like seeing Bill.

There were children playing, laughing, and some crying, there were parents chatting and smiling, there were elderly couples walking away their high cholesterol, some teens and older kids riding bikes, and some ladies walking their dogs or reading books under tree shades. It was a lovely environment, everything was friendly, the trees were greenish and the grass, freshly washed by the rain smelled good, the sun was setting now but the orange rays provided beautiful lights, the swings…Tom would've had the courage to get in one if they were vacant, but the younger kids had more rights to use them than he…but bitterly he couldn't help but remember when he and Bill were kids: when boys were but friends and girls had cooties, when the world revolved around them and they spent every day laughing, when they would jokingly pretend to get marry and mean nothing by it, when they could kiss each other's pain away, when they were each other's mother more than their own mother, when they told each other everything first, when the biggest fight they could have was over toys…when they were too young to fuck up their lives and their relationship. Suddenly Tom was not just angry at Bill for being gay, but also for ruining their relationship. They've been so close…and now Tom can't possibly imagine holding Bill, or hugging him, or cuddling with him, or kissing him, Oh God he must've gotten a kick out of that, the sick bastard! He sure did! Tom decided to focus on the anger towards Bill and ignore the little feeble voice in his head asking accusingly: Why was he going to miss Bill's hugs and kisses and cuddles of all things? No, that's stupid! He wasn't a faggot! Bill has only been out the closet for a day, and he's already fucking with his head…that whore!

Anger surged through the blonde teen as a new thought came to him…How long has Bill been a faggot? He'd heard that gays act like women, and Bill has been wearing make up for a very long time…did he hide his ugly, true self from Tom all this time?

"Excuse me, but are you OK?"

Tom looked up to see a concerned looking old lady in a wheelchair. She smiled at him and lifted his chin.

"Um yeah, why would I not be?"

And Tom realized how hoarse his voice was, yes, Tom Kaulitz the thug, was crying in a public park.

"I…I need to go."

He left deciding whatever dignity he has left, he'll keep for himself. Staying away from Bill only made him angrier, that faggot with his sick twisted ways…how dare he ruin their lives?

Tom slammed the front door behind him and hurried to his room, jogged to the bathroom, and ran himself a scolding hot shower. He scrubbed away every touch of Bill, touches he thought innocent, but God knows what dwells in the mind of a faggot.

I haven't updated for over a year, yes I suck! Anyway, this is a bit of harsh topic, and I didn't write it to offend any religion, notice that when talking, father Ryan didn't quote anything, he just kept talking. Most homophobes don't know the reason behind their hatred, perhaps they are gay themselves and refuse to admit it, perhaps their fundamentalist elders had brainwashed them, or maybe it is just more socially accepted to be homophobic. This story is meant to deliver a theme while entertaining, I have the plot written down but I noticed how flexible the topic is, so if you have any suggestions, characters you want to see, or issues you want to read about in this story, just write me, and I'll make sure to include it. I probably have the best readers in the world seeing that I'm still getting reviews even after a year and four months of no updating, so for that, I love and adore you! XOXO