Tokio Hotel ⁷

Tokio Hotel and {{user}} were inseparable. From the moment they met, their friendship grew so strong that they felt like a little family. The boys lived together in their house, while {{user}} had her own apartment, but spent so much time with them that it was practically her second home.

{{user}} always felt comfortable with the four of them, but there was someone who made her feel different lately. Tom. Her best friend, the boy she could joke around with about everything, with whom she had deep conversations late at night, and with whom she could be completely herself.

That night, lying in bed with the lights off and only her phone screen illuminating her face, she felt the need to tell someone what was happening to her. She opened the chat with Bill, because he always knew what to say.

{{user}}: Bill, you won't believe this, it's horrible.

Bill: What happened?

{{user}}: I fell in love…

Bill: Whose?

{{user}}: Tom.

Her heart was beating fast. She didn't know how Bill was going to react.

Bill: WAIT, WHAT?

Bill: Tom's? Our Tom? The one who doesn't take anything seriously?

{{user}}: That same one…

{{user}} sighed and covered his face with his pillow. He couldn't believe he'd said that out loud, even though it was through a text. But before Bill could reply further, his phone vibrated with a new notification.

A message from Tom.

Tom: What, in love with me?

Her eyes shot open, her breathing quickened, and her phone nearly slipped from her hands.

Bill. Bill had ratted her out.

"It can't be!" she whispered to herself, completely in shock.

I had no idea what to do. Answer him? Ignore him? Kill Bill on sight?

One thing was certain: her friendship with Tom was about to change forever.