I felt a light jerk on my sleeve,tugging me back into the mist of other seniors.
"Bill" I gasped,as he jerked me through a group of basketball players.
He smiled big,still pursuing to drag me down the hall.
He finally stopped dragging me and leaned against a locker.
I straighted my jacket hood out,and crossed my arms;leaning against the locker,my converse planted on the blue steel door.
"Guess what" Bill licked his bottom lip.
"What?"
I wasn't in the mood,i really needed to get home to babysit,but...when it comes to Bill,I always seem to be glued to his attention.
"I...I got the job"
My aggrivation subsided;rushing into Bill,wrapping my arms tight around his neck.
"Well,did you tell Tom?" I asked,releasing him.
He shrugged,flicking a piece of my hair off his leather jacket.
"No..he wasn't here for 7th period..guess he skipped with Trina"
Bill's frown deepened,when he saw Tom and Trina,arms linked,walk down the--now empty hallway-- from the facuility office.
"Guess they got caught,about time"
"Come on"
Bill took my hand in his and we both exited the building.
What really ate at me the most,was how Bill and Tom seemed to build up,what seemed another Berlin wall.
"Bill..i know hes..been a huge dick,but love does that to you sometimes"
"Temp,he doesn't love her,i mean,he'll say he does,but hell,he'll say anything just to get in her pants"
I raised my eyebrows,crossing my arms and throwing on my best
'Bill Kaulitz your jealous look'
"Oh God,no,i am not JEALOUS! why would i be jealous?"
I smoothered a laugh with my hand.
"You are to and you know it!"
He sucked his bottom lip,before crossing his scrawny arms.
"Okay,maybe just a wittle,i mean,i'm jealous of her,okay,shes taking away my bestfriend"
I slung my arm around his neck,and we both slauntered to his house,looking like a couple of drunks.
Simone was out,read the yellow post it note on the fridge.
Bill ripped it off,taking a deep breath.
"Tempy,can we..." He looked at the couch,and than back at me.
I smiled faintly,"Sure".
Bill's arm locked around my arms,as we watched re-runs of The Simpsons with German subtitles.
Bill played with my hair,than occasually,he'd pull on the strings of my hoodie.
"Miss Germany?"
I asked covering a yawn.
It was already getting dark out,and Bill's grip was getting weak.
"Yeah..alittle.."
I turned my head around,so i was facing him.
"Your dad?"
He sighed,looking down.
"Yes,i miss him the most..."
"And..German television"
He giggled,at the scene where Homer was strangling Bart.
"Wish my dad was more like that" he winked,kissing my nose.
Before my lips even touched his--this always happened--
Tom's loud engine cut off,and the door slammed shut.
"I better go,your going to need all the alone time with your brother"
I got off the couch.
I gave him a swift kiss and ran out the back door.