Only Tolerable//Tokio Hotel •Tom Kaulitz•

Thank You

I got home late. Like midnight late, I'm surprised Bill didn't intervene in Tom and I's fight, I'm also surprised he didn't follow me when I ran out the door. I never did that before.

I didn't want to be near Tom. He may call me his personal fucking headache, but Jesus he was a major pain in my ass. When I opened the door, I made sure to close the door as quiet as possible.

I quietly made it to my room and changed into pajamas. I grabbed a pillow and a blanket from my bed and went to the roof. I could get there from my window so, sometimes when the world was imploding, I'd put on some music and sleep out there.

The good thing about your best friend being in a band, I always had good music to listen to. I played Monsoon by none other than Tokio Hotel. It helped me relax. I put my pillow down and blanket, listening to the song and looking at the stars. I laid there, thinking.

I wonder if anyone else in the world is in the exact same situation I am.

The totally normal situation where, your boyfriend cheats on you, blames you on cheating on him, then blackmails you, makes you give him 20k, you don't have 20k, so you go to your best friends brother who you hate, he loans you the money, you make an agreement, he sees you break, you say your fine, then he forgets your birthday, you two fight, you cry, runaway, and now you are on your roof listening to the band that your best friend and his asshat of a brother are in.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes with my hands. I shook my head. "When did everything get so goddamn complicated?" I told myself out loud, waiting for answer that I knew I'd never get. I brought my knees up to my chest and sighed.

Monsoon ended and Sacred started. I couldn't help but sit there and silent cry. I was to caught up in my quiet, crying chaos to hear my bedroom door open. to me you'll be forever sacred.

I sat there, listening to the music when I thought I heard someone climb out of my window and sit next to me. I shook my head and looked up at the stars, not bothering to see if someone did sit next to me, I probably imagined it.

As I looked up at the stars I spoke. "Fuck my life is shitty." I said. I heard someone breathe and I froze. I slowly stopped looking up and looked to the left of me, I jumped. "Jesus Christ Tom, what do you want?" I asked him.

"Food." He said. I shook my head. "You could of gone somewhere and gotten food. Fuck this stupid agreement." I said. "What time even is it?" I asked. He shrugged. "I don't know, I'm not a clock." He said sarcastically.

I sighed and got up, grabbing my pillow and blanket. "I want this stupid shit over with." I said as I climbed through my window and back into my room. I threw my stuff on my bed and looked at my alarm clock.

I turned around and looked at Tom. "It's 2:00 in the morning. You could of made your own food." I told him. "Yeah but I didn't want to and we have an agreement." I rolled my eyes. "Fine." I said walking out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen.

"What is it you want exactly?" I asked him. He shrugged and smiled. "Cereal." I looked at him through a death glare. "Fuck you." I said as I turned around and walked to the cabinet and grabbed a bowl, spoon, the cereal, and the milk.

"No thanks." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Sorry, I meant fuck yourself." I said, fed up with him. I poured him some cereal and gave him the bowl. He took the spoon and started eating. I rolled my eyes. Not even a thank you.

As he ate, I started making my way to the staircase. "Wait." He said as I reached the living room. I turned around, "What?" I asked. He smiled a small smile. "Thank you." He said. I was shocked. Tom has never thanked me for anything. I didn't know what to say at first.

"Y-your welcome. Don't bother me unless you're dying or Bill's dying." I told him. He didn't say anything else so I turned around and continued to the stair case and to my room. Thank you.

It was small, but it was a start. Your welcome. What the fuck was happening.

***

Last night, after I made Tom his stupid cereal, and our somewhat friendly interaction, I flopped down onto my bed and fell asleep finally at 2:30 a.m. I woke up at 10 something to the smell of food. Bill must be awake, surprisingly.

I yawned and got up, walking out of my room and down the stairs. When I entered the kitchen, Bill was making omelets and Tom was also awake. "Which one of you was up first?" I asked. "Tom was." Bill said, trying to concentrate on what he was doing.

At least Bill did things for himself...or attempted to food wise. I watched as Tom walked over to the coffee pot and pull out a coffee cup. That bitch, he never leaves me any. I watched as he poured the coffee. He didn't drink it though, instead I watched as he walked over to me and handed me the coffee cup. "Here." He said.

I looked at Bill and he was looking at Tom surprised. "Uh. Thank you." I said as I took the coffee cup. My fingers brushing over his lightly, I didn't think about it to much...or at least I tried not to. "You're welcome." Tom said, the same small smile he gave me last night stuck to his face.

I stared at him confused and he stared at me for a minute until he turned around, his gaze moving to whatever he was doing while mine stayed, burning holes into the back of his head. This was weird. Tom, was being nice to me. Something equally as weird, I was being nice to Tom.

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[Tom's pov]

Thank you.

Your welcome.

It was a start, and holy was it fucking with me.