Only Tolerable//Tokio Hotel •Tom Kaulitz•

Alone in The Hallway

It's been two days since I left my room. I only left when I needed the bathroom. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Bill was keeping me alive, leaving food at my door and stuff. It was pathetic in all honesty.

I sighed. I don't need to make this the third day, that's anything but healthy. I groaned and got up. I grabbed a towel, and opened my door. I waited a few minutes just to make sure no one would be outside in the hall.

There wasn't anyone so I walked to the bathroom and took a very needed shower. When I was done, I turned the water off, got out, grabbed my towel and opened the door. I started walking back to my room when I ran into someone. I was hoping it was Bill, wrong once again.

I looked up and saw Tom. I froze. He stared at me and I stared at him neither of us saying anything. There wasn't much any one of us could say.

I mean Tom could apologize, but that'd be pointless, he wouldn't mean it. We did have an agreement to keep up. "Uh, when I'm done, I'll do your laundry and shit." I told him, breaking the eye contact.

I moved over and walked past him. As I did so, I thought I heard him whisper my name. I might of imaged it, but who knows. I wanted to turn around, but I couldn't. Tom was an ass and that wasn't changing.

I continued my way to my room and I eventually I got to it. I want everything to be like it was before. No agreement, no drama, just calm. But I knew that wasn't going to happen.

***

[Tom's pov]

I didn't really know anything about Alice, both of us wanted to keep it that way. But Christ, two days ago was the last straw for what seemed like both of us. She didn't need to yell at me in the store, but I guess I did deserve it. I was shitty.

I know we're supposed to be fucking nice to each other for Bill, but it's hard being nice to someone that you've fucking hated for so long. At this point I don't even know if I fucking hate her. I guess it's complicated, I don't fucking know.

We ran into each other in the hallway, which surprised me. She hadn't left her room in 2 days.

We stood there staring at each other. She said she'd do my laundry after she got dressed. I looked at her and saw she was in a towel. I looked back up at her eyes. I needed to apologize, I wanted to apologize, but did I? No, because I am fucking stupid.

I stood there and watched as she moved and walked passed me. I actually felt bad for her. What the fuck was my problem? I said her name only so I could hear it. Like it would make her stay or some stupid shit. I wanted her to turn around and everything be the way it was before this stupid agreement, except that never happened.

Instead, I was standing alone in the hallway, like a dumbass.

***

[Alice's pov]

When I reached my room, I  got dressed. I sighed and walked to Tom's room. I'm glad he wasn't in there, but oh my god, it was gross. "I literally cleaned this like 3 days ago, what the fuck happened?" I said to myself as I started picking dirty clothes and trash up off the floor.

"I heard footsteps but I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, not after I ran into Tom. I was cleaning stuff up off Tom's floor when someone said my name. "Alice, what in the world are you doing?" I turned around and it was Bill.

"I-I needed something to do." I lied. "Okay, well you do realize your cleaning Tom's room right? I nodded. "He's an ass, and a slob, I can only fix one of those problems." I said. Bill laughed at that. I smiled. "I'm just glad you've finally come out of your room. I was beginning to worry." He said. I nodded.

"It just, after everything that happened a few days ago. Me yelling at Tom. He and I's argument, my telling you two everything...I need a break from life." I said. He nodded. "I understand Alice, but please, next time you're going through shit, please talk to me." Bill said.

I smiled. "Of course. Y'know, life's a lot better when someone's got a friend like you, Bill." I told him. "Correction. Life's a lot better with a best friend like me, Alice." He said. I laughed. "But honestly though, your great." He smiled and walked over to me, bringing me in for a hug.

"I say the same thing to you." Bill told me. We ended the hug. Bill looked around Toms room and shook his head. "This is gross." He told me. I looked at him. "Like your any better." I joked. He faked being offended. "At least I clean up after myself." He said. I laughed. "Very true." I answered.

I looked behind Bill and saw Tom walking into his room. I rolled my eyes. Just great. "Why is everyone in here? It's not "lets fucking party in Toms room time" he said in air quotes. Bill rolled his eyes and left. I began to continue picking the stuff off of his floor.

"We need to talk." Tom said, taking the t-shirt I had just picked up off the ground from my hands and putting back onto the floor. I sighed. "Why?" I questioned. "I was going to talk to you when we ran into each other earlier, but then you left me alone in the hallway." Tom said.

"Okay?" I said, not knowing if this 'talk' would actually get somewhere for once and not turn into an argument. "I want to apologize...I'm fucking sorry, alright?" He said. I looked at him. He didn't mean that. "Yay! Your apologizing for once! What do you want? A gold star?" I said sarcastically.

"I'm apologizing cause I feel bad for making you tell Bill and I the shit that you went through." He said. I looked at him. "Sorry my problems were such a burden on you, Tom, don't worry, from here on out, I'm back to fucking suffering in silence." I said walking out of his room, and into the hallway. "That's not what I meant!" Tom said.

I was walking down the hallway when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I knew it was Tom. With his hand on my shoulder, he turned me around to face him. "What do you want." I asked him. "I want you to except my apology." He said. I rolled my eyes. I wanted to, but how could I know this was an honest apology?

"Tom...you apologizing isn't just going to fix everything wrong with this, and us." I don't know why I added an us. Tom and I fucking despise each other, I meant that the enemy to enemy 'relationship' isn't just going to resolve itself one day all because of a few apologies.

I looked at Tom. You could tell he was thinking of something when he fidgeted with his lip ring with his teeth. I hate myself for noticing that over the years. "If your thinking of saying something, say it." I told him.

He smiled a small smile. "You didn't leave me alone in the hallway this time." He said. I furrowed my eyebrows. What has that got to do with anything? "We're in the hallway alone." I said, confused. As soon as that sentence left my mouth, I realized something.

We're in the hallway alone.

I glanced up at Tom and found him already staring at me. No, no, no. "I hate you." I said. He nodded, no longer smiling. "And I hate you." He said, turning on his heel and walking back to his room.

I'm so fucking confused. I hate Tom, I absolutely hate him, but why is it at some times I don't? Like I don't understand. As I entered my room, I realized I was having an anxiety attack. "What the fuck am I gunna do? What the fuck is happening?" I whispered to myself as I tried to steady my breathing and tapping my leg with my hand.

We're in the hallway alone.

What the shit was that fuckery about?