Chapter 04

At exactly five a.m, the loud buzz of the alarm clock pierced the silence, waking Bill from his peaceful slumber.

Startled, the brunettes eyes snapped open and he rolled away from his brother, who was still asleep, snoring lightly. Bill marvelled at the fact that Tom could sleep through practically anything. The black haired man stared up at the off-white ceiling, his mind was still clouded and seemed to lag from the lack of rest last night, and he knew he wouldn't be able to function properly on only a few hours of sleep.

Bill closed his eyes briefly before jabbing Tom in the arm with a slender finger. "Tomi, get up." Tom just mumbled something incoherent under his breath and turned away from his twin. Bills eyebrows knitted together as he frowned. He didn't like to be ignored.

Bill slapped Tom on the cheek, not all that lightly, and the older man woke with a startled gasp, only to see the younger twin hovering over him, a devious little grin on his lips. He should've known that Bill would never wake him in a civilized way.

"Why'd you wake me?" Tom pouted. "I was having the most wonderful dream."

"About?"

"Strangling David," the dreadlocked man replied as he sat up and stretched, wincing as his right shoulder cracked loudly. Bill laughed and tumbled out of the bed, only to get his foot caught in the blankets. He went down, hard, onto the floor with a yelp and Tom shook his head.

"As graceful as an elephant," Tom remarked, getting out of bed and crossing the room to where his suitcase was.

"Fuck you."

"You wish."

"Maybe," Bill replied with a yawn. "Anyway, shut up, it's too early to argue with you." Bill approached the dresser and stared at his reflection in the mirror, wrinkling his nose in disgust. He dragged one finger across his cheek, just under his eye.

"Gross," Bill muttered, "I'm going to need a pound of makeup to make myself look normal today."

"You look fine," Tom said absently as he slipped on a fresh outfit, his back to his twin. Bill just muttered incoherently to himself, stomping out of the room and across the hall to his own to get ready for the day.

Bill huffed in annoyance as he attempted to zip up his overflowing suitcase, grunting in effort as he finally managed to close it. He stood up, pleased with himself for managing to shove twice the usual amount into one suitcase; even though it look as if it was ready to burst back open. His hair was straightened to perfection and lightly fluffed, only a miniscule amount of dark kohl surrounding his eyes. He just didn't feel up to going all out this morning. Just as Bill was in the midst of crossing the room to find his shoes when the realization finally hit him full-on. They would not be staying in another hotel for at least week. They would, all four of them, be living on a bus, in very close quarters. Bill would not have a chance to be alone with his twin; there would always be someone hovering around them. That was just the way it was when they travelled - no one got any alone time, ever. Bill would not get a chance to just lay with his brother, sharing small kisses and sweet nothings, like they had already done so many times while alone. They would have to go back to being normal twin brothers - nothing more.

Bill wasn't sure if it was just the exhaustion and lack of sleep, or maybe just the fact that he hadn't had the chance to actually love someone in a long time, but he suddenly felt like something heavy and uncomfortable had settled in his chest. The brunette sat heavily on the end of the bed and, to his dismay, felt uncontrollable emotion beginning to well up.

Damn it, no. No more.

He was on the verge of tears when Gustav poked his head in the door.

"Time to go, Bill, David's waiting downstairs and is cranky as ever." The blonde tried not to look at the pained expression lingering on Bills features. His eyes dropped to the floor.

"Gustav," the black haired man choked out, trying not to let his voice waver. "C-Can you just get Tom for me?" The older man nodded and yelled, "Tom! Bill needs you!" down the hall, before walking away again. Bill just groaned and buried his face in his hands.

He heard his brother enter the room, the door shutting with a small click behind him. Bill didn't look up, and suddenly felt pathetic and childish.

"You okay?" Tom asked in a soft voice. He already knew the answer before Bill even spoke. The younger twin sniffed and wiped away a stray tear, giving a weak smile to the other man.

"I'm pathetic."

"No you aren't." Tom stooped down to gather Bill into his arms, and the other man leaned his chin against the dread-heads shoulder.

"I'm going to miss this," Bill stated, "so much." Tom hummed in agreement, and leaned back, brushing one finger softly against the younger mans lips.

"One more time, before we go?"

Bill nodded, and Tom pulled him closer, lips colliding in a soft kiss. Bill felt all his fears and uneasiness dissolve instantly, being replaced by an almost uncontrollable lust for his brother. Tom weaved his fingers through Bills hair and pulled a bit, something that made the brunette purr in delight. Bill hands found the back of Toms shoulders and he practically dragged Tom as close as possible, cheeks flushing as he hungrily kissed his twin back.

"Bill, we gotta go," Tom finally murmured against the other mans lips, eyes fluttering open again. He pulled away and Bill whimpered softly at the lack of contact. As if on cue, the two of them heard an angry yell from the other end of the hallway, urging them to hurry up. The dreadlocked man frowned, gritting his teeth together.

"I swear, David's going to make me lose my mind before this tours over," he mumbled, rubbing one hand tiredly across his face.

"No kidding," the brunette agreed and grabbed his luggage from the floor, following Tom out the door. "What's his deal, anyway? Why the hells he so cranky?"

Tom just shrugged. "Better not let him here you say that," he pointed out.

"Right. His lectures are worse than the ones Mum used to give us when we were little."

They approached a glaring David in front of the elevator, and Bill sighed, feeling more tired than ever.

***

Bill pulled the empty milk carton from inside the small fridge of the tour bus, turning to face his band mates with a look of distaste on his features.

"Who," he began in a low voice, through clenched teeth, "put this back in? You guys know you're supposed to replace whatever you use up." The brunette couldn't really put his finger on why, but it seemed as if every tiny thing had been getting on his nerves all morning. All Bill wanted was to have a bowl of Fruit Loops for breakfast, but no, someone (most likely Georg, he decided, since he was always doing stupid things like that) didn't replace the milk he had used. Bill felt like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

"Oh." Georg looked up from the magazine he was reading. "Sorry, I didn't get around to replacing it." The black haired man looked at Georg through narrowed eyes, and suddenly flung the empty milk carton at him with all the strength he could muster.

"Bill, what the fuck?" Georg yelled after the carton had come in contact with the side of his head, while Tom was practically crying tears of laughter, and Gustav was telling Bill to settle down.

"Thanks to you, I can't have breakfast," Bill snarled, while Georg stared at him through wide eyes. Bill threw up his hands and yelled out in anger before stomping off to the back of the bus where the bunks were. He slid into his own and pulled his knees against his chest, glaring at the ground. What the hell was Georg's problem, anyway? He always had to ruin everything!

Several minutes after, Bill heard footsteps approach him. He looked up and, to his dismay, saw Tom grinning back at him.

"Nice shot." The elder twin stifled a laugh, sitting down next to Bill on the narrow bed.

"Shut up," Bill mumbled into his knees. "Georg is stupid. I hate him."

"No you don't," the dreadlocked man chuckled, "you're just cranky."

Bill shrugged wordlessly, and shut his eyes. "Maybe."

"You're exhausted, aren't you?" Tom questioned, concern filling his eyes, and brushed his fingers gently against Bills cheek and the younger man nodded. "Have a nap, we'll be on the road for another three hours or so."

"Yes, mother," Bill replied with a brief smile. When Tom rose and walked away, he practically fell backward and was out in several minutes.

When Bill woke, he felt disoriented, and it took him a few minutes to realize where he was, but he felt refreshed nonetheless. He trudged into the lounge area of the bus, where the other three guys were sitting around the table, playing some sort of card game. He sat next to Tom, not bothering asking to join in their game, and stared out the window with a sigh. He didn't catch the worried glance his twin shot him.

***

"Bill, will you hurry up?" The brunette heard David shout from the other side of the bathroom door. He was currently touching up his hair and makeup backstage at the location of the bands next interview.

"I still have a few minutes until we're on," Bill responded through clenched teeth, trying to keep his voice level. "I'll be done in a minute." He could hear muffled voices arguing, and exhaled tiredly. Bill heard Tom's voice rise above the rest, and sighed.

"Tom, stop it," the brunette shouted, absently touching up the dark kohl surrounding his caramel hued eyes. He heard Tom swear loudly, and then all was quiet again. Shielding his eyes with one hand, Bill quickly retrieved the nearly empty can of hairspray from the bathroom counter, giving his huge mane of hair one last spray before letting himself out of the bathroom.

The G's were seated on the couch of the green room, looking awkward, while Tom was glaring hatefully at David, who rubbed one hand across his forehead tiredly. Bill crossed the room, careful not to allow his eyes to meet with any of the others. The tension in the air was too thick, seeming to weigh down heavily on their shoulders. The brunette wordlessly picked up the jewellery that previously lay at the bottom of his bag, silently dressing himself in the thick chains and leather accessories. The entire time, he could feel Tom's eyes burning into the back of him.

The door of the green room creaked open, and a petite red haired woman poked her head inside, to escort them to the stage. Bill followed her, pursing his lips slightly. He knew it would be just like every other interview; a stupid host, the same brainless questions, and so many screaming fans that he wouldn't be able to hear himself think. Taking a deep breath, Bill put on the most natural looking smile he could muster, and stepped out onto the set, the rest of the band trailing behind him. The nineteen year old sat in one of the chairs placed next to the host, a young blonde woman that didn't even bother to hide her excitement of finally getting to meet the band. He tried not to cringe as she leaned over the armrest of her chair and gave him a one-armed hug, while yelling 'welcome' loudly in his ear.

"Welcome to the show, guys!" the host, whose name Bill didn't catch, greeted them enthusiastically. Bill put on yet another false smile in return. He looked at Tom out of the corner of his eye, sensing his twins discomfort as the way too enthusiastic woman blabbed on.

"So, you guys finished your second North American tour last year, how does it feel to actually see just how large your fan base is over-seas?"

"Great," Bill replied. Sure enough, same old, same old. "It's so amazing. We never dreamed that we would be able to break through in America, especially being a German speaking band." The brunette barely had time to finish his answer before the host was talking again, and tried hard to hide a sigh of annoyance. She continued to fire off questions that countless other interviewers had asked before her; about the new album, the supposedly upcoming world tour, while Bill didn't even have to think of the answers. He pretty well knew them all by heart by now.

The host flipped through the cards in her hands and crossed her legs. "How about we answer some questions sent in by email from fans, now?" The four band mates voiced their agreement; they couldn't really say no, could they?

"Andrea from Munich wants to know what your favourite city is to play concerts in."

Bill paused for several seconds before answering, looking thoughtful. "I honestly couldn't choose. We have so many amazing fans all over the world; they're different in every city in every country."

The host smiled, sickeningly sweet, before she read the next question. "From Jennifer in Hamburg: she wants to know how long it takes you to do your hair, Bill." The nineteen year old groaned inwardly.

"Not long," he answered. "Um, it takes me about forty-five minutes, and that's with showering and everything."

"I think it takes Georg longer than Bill to do his hair," Tom cut in, flashing his signature smirk, and Bill can't suppress a small smile. The audience laughed, just like every other time Tom made fun of Georg in interview, and the bassist just shrugged. Bill grew bored once again and wondered how much longer he had to sit here answering stupid questions.

"Okay, the next questions for Bill again," the host continued, looking down at the cards held in her hands. Her eyes widened slightly, and she smiled. "Victoria in France writes 'Bill, you have an amazing sense of style, but it's very feminine. There's so many rumours going around, and I'd really love it if you could confirm whether you're gay or not.'"

The audience falls completely silence, and Bill felt the uncontrollable anger beginning to rise.

"No," he said through gritted teeth, balling his hands into fists in his lap, trying to stay calm. "I'm not gay."

"Really, I mean-"

"He said no!" Tom growled, and the host raised her eyebrows, a bit shocked at the sudden outburst.

"Well, our time is up," she said, trying to sound cheery once again. "Let's hear it for Tokio Hotel!" The audience burst into applause as Bill stormed off the stage to where David was waiting, the rest of the band following in his wake.

"What the fuck was that?" Bill snarled, forcefully stuffing his belongings that previously lay on the table of the green room back into his bag. "Does no one screen the fucking questions before the show? You'd think those assholes would have enough sense to not ask a ridiculous question like that."

"Bill, calm down." David attempted to reason with the teen, but Bill shot him a glare that silenced the older man.

"He's right Bill, settle down." Tom grabbed his pacing twin by the shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. "They just did it for some stupid publicity, hoping that you'd come out or something on there show. It's no big deal, I mean, how many other programs have asked you that before?"

"I know," Bill sighed, dejected, and plopped down on the couch. "Can't everyone take no for an answer the first ten fucking times?"

Tom shrugged. "The tabloids never take no for an answer. Don't let it get to you." The black haired man exhaled, feeling completely exhausted as David ushered them out of the room and back onto the bus.

***

"What is this?" Bill asked in a tiny voice, watching the buildings of the city fly by out the bus window. They were on their way to the venue for the sound check, and the twins were currently sitting in the lounge area, while David was upfront with the driver, and Georg and Gustav were somewhere in the back of the bus.

"What is what?" Tom asked, a look of confusion gracing his features.

"Us," Bill responded, still staring fixedly out the window. "What are we?" The dreadlocked man bit at his lip, deep in thought and unsure of how to reply. He had been trying to find the answer to that very question since day one.

"I don't know," the older twin finally replied. They were speaking in whispers now, afraid to be overheard. Bill exhaled, tired, and leaned against his big brothers shoulder.

"Me neither," he mumbled, "this is so messed up."

"I know." Tom nodded in agreement. "At least the tabloids don't know about this. Oh, God, can you imagine if they did?" The dreadlocked male let out a short laugh, and Bill grinned.

"That'd be a disaster," the brunette replied, shutting his eyes briefly. "The fan girls would lose their minds."

Tom laughed and ruffled his twins hair playfully.

"I can't wait for this day to end," Bill sighed. "Wanna sleep, finally." Tom grunted in agreement. Bill sat up and stared absently out the window once again, watching the cars pass by through half closed eyes. Neither of them spoke the rest of the way to the venue.

Sorry for the wait, I fail at life, etc, etc. I apologize if there's any mistakes and whatnot.

Review and all that jazz, please. (: