A/N: Okay. So I wrote this Georg/Gustav slash pairing a couple of months ago... when I was still obsessed with Tokio Hotel. I think the plot and such is really cute and fluffy. Enjoy + leave a review! :D

Let's Face the Facts

"What do you mean? Why? ... That's a stupid reason! I can't believe you're doing this to me ... I-I thought we had something going for the both of us ... Come on, let's be reasonable. We can make this work between us ... don't do this to me, please! No, please Kate ... Kate."

'Poor Georg,' I thought as he slowly returned the phone back to its cradle. Quickly, I shut my eyes as he walked into my peripheral vision. I gave a small groan as I shifted my body so my face was facing the couch.

"Gustav," Georg whispered, sitting down on the floor in front of where I was laying.

Shit, I was caught.

"Gustav," he said a little louder, giving my back a little prod.

Not knowing how to react, I muttered "What?"

"Wake up ... I need to talk to you." His voice sounded so hurt.

I let out a loud sigh and rolled over. "Hmm?" I muttered, putting my arm over my eyes.

Georg gave a little sniffle. "K-Kate and I ... we, uh, b-broke up."

I didn't say anything.

"The thing is ..." Georg continued, "I don't really care that we broke up. I mean sure, I lost someone very dear that I cared about."

"Did you even like her?" I muttered, trying to make my voice sound raspy, but it really sounded like, "Deo evn ke er?"


I opened my eyes and saw Georg's tear-stained cheeks. I then sat up, "clearing" my throat and repeated what I said.

Georg sighed and seemed extremely interested in the color of the carpet. "That's the thing ... I didn't really. I mean, I did like her, but as a really good friend ... rather than a girlfriend. In fact, I felt that same way about Andrea, Sara, and Nicolia."

I didn't say anything. I just looked down at Georg's broken figure, listening to his occasional sniffle and watched him wipe his nose on the corner of his sleeve.

"Do something Gustav. Look at him ... he's heartbroken," my heart bleat.

"No, no. It's too early to impose that on him now," my brain argued.

"He does have a point you know..." my stomach added.

"Shut up will you?" my brain hissed, sending a little jolt to my stomach, causing me too almost throw up.

"Are you alright?" Georg said, putting his hand on my arm. I could feel his callused fingertips gently rub my forearm.

I swallowed the bitter bile and nodded. "Yeah, sorry ... " I looked at Georg. "You'd better not let anyone see you like this," I laughed.

Georg bit his lip and gave a little smile, and looked down. Another tear ran down his cheek.

I reached down and brushed the tear away. "Georg, why are you crying? It hurts me to see you cry ..."

He muttered something I couldn't really hear, and then shook his head.


Georg took a deep breath. "I'm crying because it hurts ... It hurts how much I ... How much I ..."

I sat down in front of him. "How much you, what?"

Georg cleared his throat and tucked his hair behind his ears.

"Kiss him!" my heart sung, beating a little faster."

Georg opened his mouth to say something, but I put my finger over his lips.

"Don't say it ... I think I get it ..." I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek and I leaned in to kiss him.

"About time you fool," my brain muttered. "I was beginning to worry that I might have needed to send more of a distress call."

"Mmm ... That was brilliant," Georg whispered as we finally broke apart.

I laughed and kissed his nose. "You can't believe how long I've wanted to do that."

Georg kissed me. "I can imagine ... I mean, I am kind of irresistible. Who wouldn't want to make out with me?"

"True ... so very true."