Ambers POV
He broke the stare by leaning in and gently touching his lips to mine, The kiss was soft and sweet and seemed to genuine to have any bad intention.
Suddenly he pulled away, breaking the kiss. He looked guilty, like he had done something wrong. I wasn't sure if he felt bad for puling away or for kissing me in general.
"Whats wrong?" I asked, feeling so confused.
"I'm sorry," He replied, I didn't quite understand why he was apologizing.
"Why...?"
"Because I live in Germany, and you live here in America. I don't want to just mess around and then leave, I'm just not that kind of person." Well this did make a lot of sense, I guess I couldn't be to upset about him ending the kiss. Bill looked so nervous and even a bit scared.
"It's fine, I understand." I quickly gave him a peck on the cheek, to reassure him. "Do you want to head back?" I asked. Of course I regretted asking this since his answer was yes. The last thing I wanted to do was leave his side. We both got up and started walking side by side, back toward his tour buses. At first it was Ok, but as time passed and no words were exchanged it became a bit awkward.
"I wish this could have worked out..." Bill said, breaking the silence. He stared down at the ground in front of him, avoiding me.
"Me too." I plainly said.
"You're like a dream come true for me. Every girl I meet either screams my name or cries. You are one of the few who treated me like an actual person." He said, still looking away from me. I didn't what to say, I was speechless. I just leaned toward him to give a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. Immediately a small smile appeared on his face. We continued walking and after a couple minutes, I tried my best not to think about the fact that I will most likely never see him again. I wanted to focus on the moment and exactly what was happening now. Not what was going to happen in only a few more minutes. As we walked along the dark street there were only a few street lights lighting the way. Going around a corner, the bright lights of one building were lit, and next to that building was Bill's tour bus. I walked all the way up to the concrete wall with him. Slowly, his hand slid out of mine and he just sadly stared at me.
"Where have you been? We need to leave, now!" Tom yelled from the tour bus.
"Give me a minute!" Bill yelled back at his brother.
"I guess this is goodbye then..." I said, looking down at my feet. His gentle arms wrapped around me, in a hug. I buried my head in his shoulder, ignoring the pain from the zipper on his jacket rubbing on my cheek. With out saying anything, he ended the hug and started walking away. He only got a few feet before I called out to him.
"Can't we be at least friends?" I asked, not wanting to see him walk away from me just yet.
"Yeah I guess," He said, just turning his head but still slowly walking away.
"Since were friends, shouldn't we keep in touch?" His face lit up at my question and he rushed back over to me.
"Yes, yes, um can I have your number then?" I nodded yes and searched my purse for a piece of paper and a pen. I found a sharpie but still rummaged through my purse looking for paper.
"Hurry up!" Tom yelled once more.
"Found it!" I exclaimed, holding half a sheet of ripped paper I must have stuffed in there awhile ago. I quickly wrote down my phone number, trying to write it neat enough for him to read. He grabbed it out of my hand as soon as the last number was written down. He gave me one last kiss on the cheek and jogged over to the tour bus.
"I'll call you!" He yelled as a very pissed off Tom pushed him inside the bus. I waved and stood there until the doors of the bus closed. With a smile on my face I headed back to my car thinking, Fuck people, who say dreams can't come true!