Not That Bad (Tom K.)

Anonymous asked:

Imagine an enemies to lovers with tom

Where the oc is the lead singer of a another band.

Bill and the oc are really good friends because theyre both the singers and they compose songs together, and tom doesnt understand how he can be friends with theyre rivals. 

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Tom didn't get it.

Tom didn't get how Bill, his twin brother, could be friends with someone who rivaled their own band.

Weren't they supposed to be competing?

So why was Bill always speaking of (Name), the lead singer to the band, so highly?

Bill would spend time with them for hours on hours, coming back to Tom, Gustav and Georg with songs they had composed together.

Sure, they're both singers and write songs, but they were competing against one another. How do you find time to be friends during that?

"They're not that bad, Tom." Bill laughed at his brother's eye roll when he mentioned a song he and (Name) had come up with.

"Why do you hang out with them so much? You act like you're in their band." Tom asked, confused as his brother shrugged him off.

Tom had seen you perform before, sometimes he even enjoyed a song or two, not that he would admit.

But you didn't have the same music taste, your style was different, your bands were polar opposites.

And from what he had seen from tabloids and interviews, he and you would not be friends anytime soon.

You were portrayed as an arrogant and rude teen on TV, but Bill tried to debunk that from the time he spent with you.

So how could Bill be so happy spending time with someone like you?

He didn't get it, but Bill was adamant that he was wrong.

"(Name)!" Bill called out over the crowd of people, catching your attention along with your band.

"Bill, hey!" You laughed, jogging over and hugging Bill as he hugged you back. "I didn't know you guys would be here." You smiled, pulling away to examine Bill and his band.

"We weren't supposed to be, we slipped away." Bill explained before turning back to his friends.

"This is Gustav, Georg and Tom." Bill introduced his band mates before your friends occupied his attention, having not seen him themselves a bit.

"Hi, I'm (Name)." You introduced yourself, smiling to Gustav and Georg as they returned it.

"You guys did a good set. Did Bill and you work on some of those songs together? They sound familiar." Gustav asked, being polite as he first met you.

"Yeah, he helped out a bunch." You smiled, nodding in confidence, happy to give your friend credit.

"You guys did great too," you said, turning to Tom who hadn't said anything, opting to stare at you.

"You're Tom, right?" You asked. "Yeah, (Name), right? Bill goes on forever." Tom said, trying to at least be polite.

"Yeah, you did great, you sounded amazing on stage." You smiled, Tom returning it finally, accepting the compliment.

"I tried to play once but I sucked at it." You offered, trying to make conversation before a playful smirk came on Tom's face.

"Maybe I can show you sometime?" Tom offered, following as you began to walk in the crowd, slipping his arm around your waist to stay in step.

"That'd be great, it'd be nice to get to know you since Bill says so much." You agreed graciously with a smile, looking down at his arm around your waist with your own secret smirk.

From what Bill told you, you basically already knew Tom inside and out, so you knew your way to having fun.

"No problem, you'll do great." Tom stated, his own smile on his face as he led you off towards the exit.

Maybe Bill actually was right, you weren't that bad.

Especially when you kept coming around, maybe for Bill, maybe for Tom.