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LOS PERSONAJES INTEGRANTES DE LA BANDA, ASÍ COMO SIMONE Y ANDREAS, NO SON MÍOS, SON PERSONAS REALES QUE TIENEN UNA VIDA APARTE TOTALMENTE DESCONOCIDA POR MÍ. LOS HECHOS QUE AQUÍ SE CUENTAN SON SOLO PRODUCTO DE MI IMAGINACIÓN (en teoría).

“I’m not telling.”

Bill run out of the room, slamming the door. Tom stayed there shocked. This couldn’t be happening. Had he just kissed his twin brother? Unfortunately he couldn’t lie to himself. He’d done it, and he’d liked it. Inside he felt butterflies fluttering, like never before with any girl. He wasn’t gay, of course, but he felt an extremely hard attraction to his twin. Was he sick or something?

The lights came back. He walked out of the room, searching for Bill. He couldn’t be really far, he wouldn’t have left in pajama. Would he? It seemed that he was wrong, because he looked into every room, every corner, every tiniest place, and he did not find him.

His phone started ringing. He ran upstairs to get it. He looked at the screen. It was Andreas.

“Hallo.”

“Tom, you are gonna tell me right now what you’ve done to Bill.”

“Is he OK? Tell me he’s not crying.”

“No, but it’s not really normal to see him in front of my door only dressed with a pair of pajamas and barefoot. And I can tell by his face that he’s not feeling well at all.”

“I.. please, let me talk to him.” Tom almost whispered when he said this.

He heard some scratching sounds on the other end of the phone line, and the faraway voice of Andreas, telling Bill something, surely.

“What do you want?”

“Billa, please, come back. I’ll do whatever you want, either forget it or keep it on. I just, I’m sorry, Bill, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He was babbling. Funny, sex god Tom was babbling to his twin brother. In any other situation he would have just rolled his eyes at himself for being so lame.

“Tom…”

“It’s OK, please, just don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m not coming back tonight. And I don’t want it to go on.” His heart hurt, not knowing that Tom’s also was painful for some reason. “just.. forget it. I’ll be back tomorrow, and we can go to the cinema, you know?”

“I hope this means you forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” Bill returned the phone to Andreas, who shut it down with a bare “bye”.

Tom went to his bed. He didn’t feel like watching TV anymore. The silver moonlight fell onto his almost naked body when he threw himself over his bed. He stared at it. Bill had said something about black. He felt himself like black now. He’d had the chance to make Bill know how much he loved him, and he screwed it. It could have been white, but it turned out to be black.

Somehow he knew he wouldn’t be able to forget that moment. It burned in his mind, he returned to the second when their lips met and it all felt so beautiful for him. Tom tried to send the image to oblivion, but Bill’s lips were tattooed by fire on his own. He’d fallen in love in just two seconds, he had a chance and he spoiled it, but he still felt the same for his twin. The only thing was that he would never be able again to express it, not even insinuate. It was obvious for him that Bill didn’t feel the same and wanted to forget.

Tom started to cry, taking deep breathes, sighing and sobbing. It hurt so much inside. He didn’t hear the door open.

“Tom, are you ok ?” Simone looked at him with a worried expression.

Tom just led out a painful moan and let his mother embrace him. The pain wouldn’t go, anyway.

“Hush, darling, it’ll be alright. I am here, Gordon is here, and Bill will be by your side too.” Tom cried louder when he heard his brother’s name. “Don’t worry, we’ll never let you down, we won’t let anything to hurt you. Specially Bill. He’d kill himself rather than seeing you like this.”

“Bill is gone.” he said, sobbing.

“Gone? What do you mean?” Simone panicked.

“Yeah, he’s at Andreas for tonight, he won’t stay by me.”

The woman let all the air she’d been holding leave her body in a shaky breath, relieved.

“He will, maybe he doesn’t know you’re not right.”

“He certainly doesn’t.” Tom smiled bitterly.

“Well, then wait till tomorrow, and you’ll both be together again, he’ll take care of you better than me. Now calm down and sleep. I will stay here by you if you want to.”

“Please.”

Simone lay by his son and placed his head onto her chest. She stroked his dreadlocked hair. They both fell asleep like this.