Once again please reveiw. I shall take your critique and work on it in my next chapter. Thanks. Yours truly Zaria.


Zaria's POV

When I got off the plane I jogged over to the luggage claim to get my things. I spotted the two guitar cases and my single bag and pulled them off of the conveyer belt. I sensed someone walk up next to me and turned my head slightly to see Tom's dirty blonde dreadlocks. He glanced at me and saw what I was carrying. "You might want to check your guitars to make sure the necks didn't snap." I looked at him and said "Thanks" and promptly walked over to the bench to open the cases to check my guitars. Neither of the necks had snapped but both were majorly out of tune.

I heard Bill walk over. "We're loading up to go to Magdesburg, so we better get a move on." he began to turn around while I latched my cases but then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see Bill's brown eyes looking at me. "I never caught your name."

I put out my hand. "I'm Zaria." We shook hands then proceded to the pick up area. I saw a black Escalade pull up to the curb. Bill opened the trunk and helped me load my things into the back. We walked around to the passenger side and I climbed into the back as Bill climbed into the passenger seat.

Bill's POV

I climbed into the front so that I was next to Tom and began to think about Her. Zaria. She was clearly beautiful and talented, and after she snapped at us on the plane she apologized and began to sing quietly to her iPod. As we sat in Tom's 'baby' I watched her in the rear view mirror. She had plugged in her iPod again and was fingering something on her leg. Too soon Tom pulled up to Gustav's house to drop him off, then Georg. Finally Tom pulled into our own house's driveway. I heard the car door slam as Zaria got out of the car. I stepped out of the car at the same time as Tom.

Zaria's POV

I walked up the front steps to the house. Bill and Tom came up behind me. "Our mom is out of town so your stuck living here with just us." Bill said. I turned around to see Tom with a smirk on his face and had to check myself on the urge to slap him. "Who's cooking. I don't intend to eat takeout every night." The boys looked at each other. "If you can cook, have at it, cause we are useless," said Bill. "Now let us show you the house." Tom let us into the house and Bill led me up the stairs to the guest room in which I would be staying. The walls were painted a beautiful turquoise with a white trim. There were dark wood dressers lining the walls and against the far wall under a window was a twin sized bed covered with a black comforter with white designs decorating it. "She knew I was coming" I whispered staring at the room that looked so similar to my own in Virginia. "I called her while we were on the plane. She said she would decorate it based on my description of you." He smiled down at me. (Let the records show that I hate when people are taller than me) I stared into the room again. "She did a spot on job. It looks just like my room back in America." I walked in and sat down on the bed. I looked up at Bill. "Thank you for everything. And I am sorry about what happened on the plane. I could tell that y'all were writing about me and I just got fed up with it." He walked in and sat next to me on the bed. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and hugged me to his chest. I stiffened up, not used to the physical contact with another a human being. He must have felt me because he released me and stood up, running his hands through his ink black hair, which was down rather than up in its usual lions mane. "Go ahead and make yourself at home. Come on down when you are done. Tom wants to go out if you want to come with us." He stood up and walked out of the room. I sighed and flopped back on the bed.

What was I going to do. I was falling in love with Bill which is exactly what I was hoping what would not happen. To repeat my earlier statement, crud.

Bill's POV

I walked down the stairs, stunned. Tom was lying on the couch watching some reality show. I shoved his legs down and plopped on the couch next to him. Tom looked over at me. "What's wrong brother." I turned my head so I could look at him. "I think I've fallen in love with Zaria." He stared at me critically. "Bill, she is going to break your heart, and it will be your fault. Don't fall to quickly or you will be hurt." I sighed and lay back and let myself get lost in thoughts about her. The way she sang along to the music she was listening to as if she wasn't even aware she was doing it. That got me thinking of the sensual curve of her lips, and how it felt to have her in my arms. Soon I was imagining what it would be like to kiss those perfect lips. Now I was sure. I had fallen in love with Zaria.


The bedroom description is similar to my own which is actually located in Virginia as always rate and reveiw