Only Tolerable//Tokio Hotel •Tom Kaulitz•

There's Just Something About Us

The two days after my birthday went by fast, probably because they were hectic as well. I made sure the guys were packed and that I was packed, Tom and I spending as much time as we could with each other without being suspicious, and Gustav finally forgiving me.

He said it was a stupid fight, and I agreed. Everything was fine, we were leaving today. I had to make sure I had the necessities, my drawing stuff, a blanket, a stuffed animal, and clothes, and of course toiletries and stuff.

Eventually we went to the bus and everyone claimed their bunks. Tom and I, unintentionally picked ones right across from each other. Bill was below mine, Gustav below Tom and Georg below Gustav.

I put my stuff in my bunk and walked out to the table and seating. I sat down next to Tom at the little table. One thing I hated about tour and being with the band 24/7, was Tokio Hotel TV. It's a good way to show the fans about the band, but since I was always with them, I had to be in it.

"Since when are you two best buds?" Georg asked. I shrugged. "We're trying to be nice to each other for Bill." I told him. That was sort of the truth, there was no trying, we just didn't hate each other anymore.

"I love meeting the fans." Bill said. I smiled. "I love traveling." I told them. "I love doing live shows." Gustav said. "I love hearing the fans sing back to us." Georg replied. "I love playing guitar." Tom said.

"We should just say we love tour." I told them. They all agreed. We all got comfortable and waited for the bus to stop at our destination.

I'm glad we were staying at a hotel in our first destination. I fucking hated sleeping on the bus. Ever since my dad decided it was a good idea to tell 12 year old me how Cliff Burton from Metallica was killed, I hated sleeping on buses and I hated being in them for longer than I had to be.

Eventually, we got to the hotel and I practically leaped out of my seat and grabbed my stuff. We checked in and as soon as I got my room key, I booked it to the nearest elevator.

I reached my room and I flopped down on my bed. this would be my home for the next two days.  I smiled. Things were finally going okay after the shit I've been through the past few months.

Im glad things were okay, but I couldn't help but think something was going to go wrong. As I was laying there in my thoughts, I heard a door open. I sat up and saw Tom coming out of what I thought was a closet door.

"What in the gateway to Narnia is this shit?!"I said confused. "Apparently, all the rooms connect to each other." He said. "Let me guess, your room is next door to mine?" I asked. He nodded. "Total coincidence, but hey, this makes keeping things from Bill easier." He said as he sat down next to me.

"When's your guy's first show?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Who knows." He said, not knowing the answer. "Whose room is next to yours on the other side?" I asked. "I believe it's Bills, but I don't know, it could be any one of them." He said. I nodded.

"Hey?" He questioned. "Yes Tom?" Now that we were...whatever we are, Tom has his awkward and nervous moments, I loved them, he's usually really out going, just look how he is in interviews for the band.

"I was wondering if you wanted to get food." He said. "Honestly? Yes, I didn't eat anything this morning because had to make sure you four were on time." I said getting up.

I texted Bill and the rest of the guys telling them that Tom and I went to get food and that we'd bring them something back.

Tom and I looked around to make sure no one was around before we walked down the hallway hand in hand. I was thankful the elevator was empty because we also got to hold hands in there.

We couldn't risk acting like this in public, someone would see, jump to conclusions that would probably be correct and then we'd be screwed.

As soon as the elevator door opened, we let go and dropped our hands back to our sides and walked out.

"What's close to here?" I asked. Tom shrugged. Eventually we ended up at a random place and ordered food for ourselves and the guys.

"What's your favorite color?" He asked me. "Blue. What about yours?" I asked. He shrugged. "I don't know." I nodded. Tom didn't seem like the type of person to have a favorite color. "What about music? What do you listen to?" He asked.

"A lot." I told him. My music taste was weird, it was mix of a whole bunch of different genres. "Name a few?" He questioned. I nodded. "I listen to Metallica, Eminem, and Tokio Hotel." I said with a smile.

He laughed. "I knew you were secretly a fan of me." He joked. I nudged him with my elbow, your forgetting there's 3 other people in the band besides you, Tom." I told him. "Yeah, but there's just something about me." He said as we entered the lobby and walked into the elevator, going to our floor.

I looked at him and he looked at me. I smiled. "You're right, there's just something about you." I said staring at him and smiling. I didn't say it sarcastically either, it was true. Something about him, just captured me, my brain, and what I was afraid of most, my heart.

What I did next though, I didn't think I'd do. I didn't think and before I knew it I walked closer to Tom and kissed him. After I was done, he looked at me. "What was that for? I mean, I'm not complaining, but in the agreement, it says we have to ask." He said.

I laughed. "Just so you know, I like you very much." I told him. He smiled and took his free arm and wrapped it around me, giving me a hug and pulling me towards him. He kissed the top of my head. "I totally like you more." Tom said as he let go.

I looked at him. "I doubt that." I said. He shook his head as the elevator dinged and the door opened, us holding each others hands once again. "You shouldn't doubt that, Alice." He said. "Why?" I asked him. "Because, there's just something about you." He said as he turned his head to look at me.

He was smiling, and I knew I was too. There's just something about him.

We all met in Bill's room and divided the food. Tom and I of course, looking into each other's eyes every so often, because like we both said earlier, there's just something about us.

(A/N; I love this chapter. I apologize if I don't focus on tour facts or concert things better bc I don't know what goes down when musicians go on tour or have a concert, I don't know how it works, I've never been to a concert, or on a tour. Happy reading:)