"Does my hair look all right?" Bill asks Friday night, pulling at pieces of his black mane. I laugh at his inability to see his obvious beauty.
"You look very handsome." I reply, taking both of his hands in mine. Tom gags in the background but I simply ignore him. I pull open my familiar front door for the guys to enter my house.
They seemed a bit less stunned this time, but still very out of place. Before I could even say another thing to Bill, My mom bursts into the room.
"You must be Bill! Its so nice to finally meet you!" She greets him, turning her head towards me on the word finally. Hey, Its not my fault she disapproves of German rock stars for boyfriends.
Bill takes my mothers hand and gives it a light shake.
"Yes, It is pleasant to meet you too" It was weird, hearing him speak in his broken English. I was so accustomed to him talking in German. My Father decided to make his entrance now, causing my mother to delay her embarrassing introductions. He took a surprised glance at Bill, and then introduced himself.
"Um… Hello, I'm Elliot's Father." He says, not even trying to hide his glances at Bill's Hair and make-up.
"I am Bill, and I am honored to meet you" Bill said. Smooth Bill, very smooth.
"And I believe you are Tom! How could I miss you with those dreadlocks! I have seen them in the poster in Ellie's room…"
"Mom! They don't need to know about that!" I yelp. The entire band lets out nervous chuckles as I stand there, embarrassed.
"Oh? But that darn thing takes up the whole wall! Remember when I wanted to take it down and you screamed for hours about how It was 'Against your religion' or something crazy like that" Great, just great. The band has only been here for 15 minutes and I have already managed to completely humiliate my self. Tom cant breath, I'm surprised he hasn't pissed himself with delight yet. Bill couldn't help but laugh, and Gustav and Georg are trying to regain their stature behind him.
My parents both managed to confuse Georg and Gustav three different times before we sat down for dinner. My mom had made her specialty, chicken parm. The guys wolfed it down, I could tell they hadn't had home made food in a long while.
"This is great Mrs. Elliot's Mom Ma'am" Tom said in between shovels of food.
Bill simply rolls his eyes. "I'm sorry for my brothers extreme lack of…um…"
"Table manners?" I offer. Bill's English was still rough.
"Yes, thank you love." Bill says, squeezing my hand that he held under the table. I was smack in the middle between the two Kaulitz brothers, Bill on my right and Tom on my left. It seemed like ever three seconds Tom would sneak a spiteful glance at Bill and mine's intertwined hands.
"Its all right. Although I do have to say I am not accustomed to so many teenage boys at our table." My mom says, looking outnumbered.
Georg coughed from the side of the table.
"Uh… actually, Georg is 21" I corrected. My dads eyes bulged out of his head as he burst into a coughing fit. I could tell this was going to be a long night.
