Chapter 3: Betrayal

"Yes…we're…" Tom inhaled, "…intimate…I guess you'd say. We have been for a few years now. We were always afraid you two would find out…but we took that risk…" He walked over to the window, never removing his eyes from the bassist and the drummer who sat on one of the beds. "Because we love each other." Tom watched his friends mull this over right before his eyes, as worry swam through his own. Silence filled the room, except for the occasional zooming of a bypassing car outside. Tom sighed quietly before pleading, "Please…say something…"

Georg exhaled. "I don't think…we should hang out right now, y'know, unless we have to for like an interview or rehearsal or recording or something…We just…" He gazed at Gustav, who nodded, before turning his attention back to Tom. "We need some time…"

Tom nodded slowly a few times, his brain trying to register what was happening. This was why Bill said to lie to them, because now, Tom ruined a chance at fixing this…He exited the room and leaned against the wall outside the room once the door was shut. The older twin shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his fists. No tears, he thought.

Bill came out of the room adjacent the drummer and bassist's. Noticing Tom in his state, he rushed over, pulling his brother into a tight hug. Backing away so he could see Tom, Bill asked, "What's wrong?"

He didn't look at his brother. He couldn't. It pained him too much now.

Taking a guess, the ebony haired man's expression altered from worry to frustration. "You told them didn't you?" With no answer, Bill continued pounding this harsh truth into his brother. "You fucking idiot! I told you not to! I knew what this would do! I'm supposed to be the stupid one, not you, Tomi! How could you possibly--"

"I wasn't thinking!" Tom shouted, breaking off his twin's sentence. "J-Just, back the fuck up…" he said, pushing his way past his brother and toward the elevator, tears finally forming visually in his eyes.

In the room, Georg and Gustav were sitting in the same places they were when Tom was in there, both enveloped in silence still. Gustav gazed back between the floor and the bassist. "So," he began. "What are we gonna do?"

Georg exploded. "How could they not tell us!? It's been over four years they've been doing this…this…ugh!" He stood and began pacing hurriedly.

The drummer sighed, shaking his head. "Don't you start…"

He stopped and stared, astounded, at Gustav. "What the fuck are you talking about!?"

Gustav sighed, "You're kind of being a dick, to be honest…" He looked out the window at the sky, the one that had been clear only moments ago, but was now flooding over with heavy, dark clouds. The feel of it all mixing with the tension in the room knotted his stomach up pretty well.

"Excuse me?!"

"Well, they're our friends, and you're just going to write them off like Tom did with girls." He bit back a laugh, to be honest, just the thought of Tom doing that, relating it to the recent scenario. Somehow it was just amusing to him. Gustav sighed, "Now just because you can't handle it, that gives you no right to judge, Georg! And you know it."

The bassist scoffed in disbelief. "Screw you," and he walked out.

The drummer rolled his eyes right before the door shut. He flipped open his phone and texted Tom, 'Georg says he's sorry.' A few seconds later, his cell vibrated, and it read, 'Nice try, but thanks anyway.'