I just couldn't find my breath. It was gone. Who knew that one single person could do this to you. His face was just so...so...angelic. His smile was breath-taking. His eyes made my spine tremble. They were a deep brown. They looked right into your soul, as if they could see all of your life secrets without even trying. I tried to breath in once again and finally got some air. I blinked my eyes rapidly to come back to reality. I bit my lip and made my way to my seat. As I finally reached it, Bill smiled. "Hello." he said, blinking those sparkling eyes. "Hi." I replied, sweetly, but not to sweetly. I didn't want him to think I was a boring shy girl. He didn't like girls like that. Yeah, I know cause I am a big fan of Tokio Hotel (his band) and I research him. I've loved him ever since I first saw him in November of 2008. I knew practically everything about him. Now, he was only a foot away from me. I couldn't believe it. Partly because I wasn't nervous at all. Not one bit. I was trying to put my carry-on in the compartment above my seat, but it just wouldn't go in. "Ugh!" I grunted. I heard Bill laugh, then, before I knew it, his hand was on mine, pushing the bag with me. After a few seconds it was fully in the cove. Bill smiled. "Thanks." I said, smiling back. "Uh...So...I'm Kristina." I said, putting my hand out for him. "I'm Bill." he replied. Even though I already knew that. He was probably hoping I didn't know who he was...in interviews he always says he wants a girl who is completely unaware that he is famous. He held onto my hand as if it was the most fragile thing on earth. His hand was gentle. Soft. Careful. As if he thought I would break if he even moved it one bit. He was staring into my eyes. Locked onto them as a cat would if it saw a fly. "Uh...Yeah...Well...This is my seat." I explained to him, pointing to the seat that was next to his. He released my hand and smiled once again. Before we both sat down I swear I heard him say, "Thank you God."
*Bill's POV*
This girl was amazing. Her hair was a golden blonde with a maple brown tint. Her eyes were like mine. A deep brown. A brown that could see right into you. She blushed and smiled. She was perfect in every way imaginable. She walked towards me, being precocious so she wouldn't trip and fall flat on her face. She reached me and smiled. "Hello." I said, grinning. She blushed some more then sweetly replied, "Hi." Her voice was like an angels. Soft. But with a hint of that bad-ass girl voice. I liked girls like that. Who looked all sweet and innocent...But when you got to know them...Well...You got shocked. This girl was exactly my type. I couldn't believe this. Finally, a girl worth my time. Hopefully she feels the same about me. Love at first sight maybe? When I looked back at her she was trying, not succeeding, to put her bag in the compartment above the seat. "Ugh!" She grunted. I laughed, even that was cute. I decided to help her. I am a gentlemen. I stood up, avoiding hitting my head on the ceiling. I hated being 6' 2". I gently put my hand over hers and helped her push the bag into the slot. After a few seconds we succeeded with our mission. "Thanks." She said, wiping her hands off on her neon leopard skinnies. She had some pretty awesome clothes as well. A girl with fashion sense. Finally. "Uh...So...I'm Kristina." She said, breaking my thought. Her hand was in front of me, inviting me to shake it. I gently took her hand in mine and replied, "I'm Bill." I was hoping she didn't know about my fame. That was the one thing that always ruined my relationships. I held onto her hand. It was so soft. Delicate. It was like a rose petal waiting to be mushed. I had a thing for hands. I just liked the perfect ones. I glanced down and noticed she was wearing neon green nail polish. I smiled. Bright girl. Makes her even better. She then spoke, breaking the silence. "Uh...Yeah...Well...This is my seat." She said, pointing to the seat next to mine with her free hand. I released her other hand and smiled...again. I just couldn't stop. She was so beautiful. As we were sitting down I whispered to myself, "Thank you God." Hopefully she didn't hear me.
*Kristina's POV*
It's been an hour and Bill and I are getting really close. I told him about my past, my present, and my future. My hobbies. My dislikes and likes. Oh! He knows that I know that he's famous. Did you get that? Well...he doesn't care that I know! From all I know about him...he usually cares when a girl knows! But he's letting me as an exception! I can't believe it!
*Bill's POV*
Kristina is so amazing. I've learned so much about her through the past hour. She loved to sing, write songs, write stories, and make people laugh. She hated preppy bitch girls, jocks, liars, players, and pink(unless it's neon) Her lifetime goal is to become a famous singer/songwriter to be a role model for teen girls who are afraid to show who they really are. She loved animals and was a vegetarian. I've noticed all the little cute features she had...and the flaws. Her nose...it was just...so...small...and cute. I loved girls with cute features. Another one of my things. Her lips...they looked...inviting...and soft. I laughed to myself. I couldn't believe I just thought that. Kinda low for me. 'So inviting' now that was a stalker saying. She didn't have the most perfect skin...she had some acne...but I didn't care. She was beautiful in every way.
*Kristina's POV*
I was starting to fall deeper and deeper in love with Bill...when the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to land in Leipzig, Germany. My heart instantly sunk. 'What if I never got to see him again? Would we ever talk again?' I asked myself those questions. The plane was slowing towards the earth for the first time in 4 hours. I then realized that the guy I was supposed to be going home with was supposed to be on this plane as well, so I decided to ask Bill if he knew the Schafer family. "Oh! Your the girl that's staying with them? Wow. Well, he's over there." Bill said, pointing to a boy with short blonde hair. His face looked so familiar. Then I remembered. He was Gustav Schafer. The drummer of Tokio Hotel. My heart instantly flew back up. 'If I was staying with him, then I'd be seeing plenty of Bill for the summer.' Positive thoughts were now running through my head.