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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).

It was pitch black when he opened his eyes. Rain was hitting the windows hardly and some thunder could be heard in the distance. He shivered. Another thunder broke the relative silence, this time nearer. Bill tried to turn on the lights, but they were off. He panicked. “Shit”. He was scared of dark. There was no moon, which wasn’t helping at all, and every thunder made him jump in fright.

Not even really thinking about it, he tiptoed to Tom’s room. He knocked quietly, not wanting to wake up his mother, and only then he noticed what he was about to do. Though he had been pretending, he was still in love with Tom, and even though he had chosen black even after the kiss, his heart wouldn’t give up and still hoped for white.

He got no answer, and he was considering going back to his room, but another thunder sounded pretty near. He opened the door.

Tom was on the bed curled up into himself. He was listening to music. Bill moved nearer, and frowned as he heard him sobbing.

- Tomi?

Tom didn’t move. Perhaps he couldn’t hear him through his blaring headphones. He touched slightly his shoulder, making him turn in surprise. Even in the darkness Bill could imagine his brother blushing. He never cried.

- Tomi, what’s wrong?

The older one turned off his iPod.

- Bill? What are you doing here? – he tried to avoid the question.

- Scared. Lights are off and it’s stormy.

- Do you wanna…?

- Sure, but tell me, what’s up?

- Nothing- Tom lied. He’d been crying because for the first time in his life he had truly fallen in love and he couldn’t do anything about it.

Bill placed himself beside Tom and held him close between his arms. Tom’s eyes watered and he finally gave in, starting to cry.

- Shh. Tell me what’s bothering you, Tomi. I can’t bear this feeling of being unable to help you. I can tell something’s wrong, you’re not one who cries for a broken nail.

Tom pulled away softly. He was considering the options. Maybe he just needed to let his heart guide him a little bit. He leaned forward, sweetly connecting his lips with Bill’s.The smaller one parted his lips, allowing Tom’s tongue in, and he got a quick answer. Tom kissed hungrily his brother’s mouth, exploring it with his wet and warm tongue. He shivered when he felt Bill’s stud touching his palate. It turned into a wet kiss that was meant to explain all the feelings that Tom kept deep inside his soul, the ones that were killing him.

Suddenly Bill broke the kiss.

- I told you never to do that again. You want to break my heart, don’t you?- he said, breathlessly.

- But… Bill…

- Don’t, Tom, just shut the fuck up. Don’t tell me anything. I thought I meant something for you, but now I see. You just can’t help teasing me, but for once, you could at least respect me and stop laughing at me.

- Bill, I’m not…- he trailed off. Bill was glaring at him. He got up and went out of the room, slamming the door shut.

- Billa, I love you…- Tom whispered between fresh tears after Bill had gone.