Bill followed Tom down the stairs and out onto the front porch.
"Are you going home?" He asked.
"No," Tom said, "I just need a minute."
"Were you and Gigi-"
"We weren't together. We were just fucking. I was so stupid for thinking a girl like her would settle down with a guy like me." Tom sat down in the porch steps and Bill followed suit. "I bet that guy's so much better than me. Richer, too. If she doesn't want me now I doubt she'll want me when she finds out that house wasn't even ours."
"I'm not just saying this because I'm your brother, Tom, but it's pretty difficult to find a guy better than you. I mean, all the single girls I've known have all said you're the hottest guy in school."
"I'm not talking about looks, Bill. I know I'm good looking, but that's not gonna get me anywhere in life."
"You're a talented musician."
"As if Gigi cares about my music. All she cares about is getting fucked. That guy can have her, slut."
Tom got up and started walking back into the house, Bill following.
"Tom, I feel like given your history you really shouldn't use that word against anyone."
"If she's gonna be a slut I'll call her a slut."
"Two guys doesn't make her a slut."
"The nine others in Brazil do!"
"Tom, watch what you're saying."
Tom turned around to see Maggie stood just a few feet away from him. He hoped she hadn't heard what he'd said about her cousin over the music.
"Eleven guys makes her a slut?" She asked, "Remind me of your body count, Tom!"
"Shit. Maggie-"
"Save it. Thank god she found some other guy to fuck, you're a prick."
Maggie stormed back upstairs, presumably to tell Gigi what he'd said. Tom sighed, leaning against the wall. Bill stood next to him.
"You'll find someone else," Bill said, "You always do."
"I don't know this time. Gigi wasn't just a fuck buddy, not to me, anyway. I know it sounds stupid to say I actually like someone who was clearly just using me for sex, but- I don't know. She was a really good friend, I guess. If I never fucked her that first time, I never would've caught feelings. Now I have and everything's ruined. We can't get back to where we were without my feelings coming back. Not to mention she's probably gonna hate me once Maggie tells her I called her a slut."
"I mean."
"Don't, Bill. Iris wouldn't like it if she heard you talking like that."
"So?"
"You like Iris, don't you?"
"What gave it away?"
"I'd say twin telepathy, but I think it's obvious to everyone else, too."
"Damn."
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"He's an ass," Gigi said nonchalantly after Maggie told her what Tom had said.
"What, you just don't care how you've made him feel?" Iris asked, "As much as it was wrong of him
to use that word, it's not like it's an entire lie.""Iris," Bella warned, a hand on her forearm.
"What? Being a slut isn't about how many guys you've fucked, it's about why you fuck them. You could tell Tom was catching feelings because he fucking told you, Gigi. Maybe he didn't say it flat out, but he told you. The way he looked at you, the way he kissed you, that's not normal Tom, and you just lead him on like he was your fucking bitch and banged some other guy. Tom's, like, the biggest man whore I know and he hasn't been with anyone else since the first time you two got together. It's completely okay for you to sleep around, be sex positive, but don't lead guys on just because you like the way they fuck you!"
"You're calling me a slut?" Gigi asked.
"Is that all you got from that? Jesus, you're such a fucking bimbo I can't deal with you right now."
Iris got up to walk away, and Gigi stood up
aggressively. Georg and Maggie grabbed her by the wrists."Don't," Maggie said.
"Fine."
Gigi walked out, bumping Iris' shoulder as she did so.
"Could've been a little nicer about it, Iris," Gustav said.
"Whatever," Iris rolled her eyes, "She needed to hear it. She may be able to be a bitch just because she'd sexy, tall, tan and skinny right now, but once you pass eighteen that's not how life works. She needs a reality check."
"Well, I think you gave her that," Georg said, "Now sit back down and chill out."
Iris sat down next to Bella, who put her arm around her and rubbed her shoulder, calming her down slightly.
"Do you think she hates me?" Iris asked.
"She will," Maggie said, "But she's drunk, and probably a little shocked. She'll come around."
team tom and iris tbh but being called a slut hurts😞

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[REWRITING] 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 • Tokio Hotel
FanfictionFour girls come from different backgrounds and have different dreams, but all come together when they meet a particular group of boys.