"Billa, Billa, Billa, Billa, Bill-A!" Tom's yelling soon became exasperating and the urge to slap his brother surfaced in Bill.

"Stop-calling-me-BILLA!"

Gustav laughed at the feuding twins.

"My name is Bill. Mom calls me Bill. My birth certificate says 'Bill.' Everyone calls me Bill. You call me Bill, too. B-I-L-L! -Bill."

"Sesha calls you Girly Boy and you don't yell at her," Georg added a further statement.

"Sesha's different," Bill began to smile.

"Sesha's different," Tom mocked, "look at him smile."

"So say what are you waiting for, kiss her, kiss her," Fall Out Boy-quoting was a specialty of Georg's.

"I don't want to. It'll freak her out," Bill's voice often changed when he smiled.

"'Cause you loooovvvve her," Gustav began to dance playfully.

Tom jumped anxiously when his cell phone vibrated in his pants, "text."

Tomi!!!! Sesha won't pick up her cell. Why? Is she with you and Bill? -Elesea

Tom began to smile: She and Bill are throwing away their cell phones. : )

"When are we stopping?" Bill asked, holding Sesha's Navy Blue sweater in his lap.

"We should stop soon, I'm hungry," Georg announced, placing his hand on his stomach.

"You're a pig," Gustav shook his head, "we have food on the bus."

"I really need to talk to Sesha," Bill hoped nobody could notice he was smiling.

"I'm not a pig," the sound in Georg's voice was firm.

"Hey, Billa," Tom began, "can I ask you a question?"

Bill's eyes trailed to his brother, "sure."

"Why don't you just admit you like her?"

"I don't."

"That cell phone is your life and you're going to throw it away for her, Billa. I mean, Bill."

"I don't like her Tom," Bill interrupted, "I think I love her."

"Really?" Gustav became interested suddenly.

"No," Bill shifted his feet, "I just wanted to see your faces."

"You're such an idiot," Tom began.

No one on the bus realized that the vehicle had halted and Sesha was standing in the doorway.

"You know what, Billa? You're going to fall for her and I won't blame her when she rejects you," Tom was angry.

"Tom, shut up!" Bill screamed, "Sesha's just a girl! I don't care about her. She could go back to Indiana and I wouldn't miss her. I don't love Sesha. Now will you just leave me alone? We can even pretend she doesn't exist if you want." Bill rose from his seat, "and my name is Bill."

"B-Billa?" Sesha's voice was shaky, she was beginning to cry and she couldn't bare to look him in the eyes, her favorite hobby, "I-I mean, Bill." She looked at her feet sadly.

"What?" he looked her over, trying his hardest not to feel guilty.

"You left you cell phone in my car," she extended the black Razor him and he took it nonchalantly, his hand gently nudging hers. Surprisingly, no one was yelling or angry, "you said you'd throw it away with me. I don't- I don't know if you- uhm- still want to do that. You know what, I can- I'll just go home."

Remorse filled Bill when he saw the salty drop of liquid roll from Sesha's eyes down her cheek and drip off of her chin. Seeing her cry was bad, but seeing her cry because of him was worth suicide. God, Bill. You're such an idiot. You liar. Tell her you love her, Bill thought to himself. "I'll see you around, Bill," she spoke quietly. Had she really fallen for him? He was her worst enemy! There was no way that they had anything for each other.

Bill watched helplessly as Sesha walked out of the bus and onto the cement. He wanted more than anything to call out to her and plead her to stay. Just like he saw in all the movies. But that was the real thing, this wasn't a movie. He had just lost Sesha. "Thanks a lot, Tom," Bill said, slamming the door to the room in the back of the bus. "I didn't make you say anything!"