World Behind My Walls (Bill Kaulitz)

4.

I stared in awe at my septum and vertical labret, satisfied. Tom just sat back and watch as the girl stuck the needle in me, no surprise constantly checking her out. I gave him a slight glare and he just smirked, looking away for a moment before his eyes wondering over her again. Pervert.

The girl finally set the hand mirror down and walked me to the front. "You like it?"

"If you can't already tell, then yes." I grinned.

"Alright great, y'all have a good day." I waved bye to her and we walked out to Tom's car.

"Couldn't keep your blood thirsty eyes off her, huh?"

Tom smirked. "I can't resist some eye candy, would definitely not mind tapping that." He quickly dodged out of my way once he saw my hand was about to strike the back of his head. "Hey now!"

"You are awful." I opened his car door and sat down, he hesitantly got in, scared I would strangle him with the seatbelt. "Just drive." I urged. Tom cursed in German and drove off; I questioned his driving because he sure does like to speed.

His house came into view and my eyes landed on Bill's car. He's here, I just hope he's in his room sleeping because he likes to sleep half of the day. Whenever we were fine though in the past he was by my side like glue, even waking up earlier to come see me or just to text.

Tom and I got out of his car and walked in, heading to his room. My heart was beating fast and faster as we inched towards Bill room, silently praying it stays shut. I kept my mouth shut until we passed and I let out a breath of relief, Tom closed his door behind him once we got in. I sat down on his computer chair and grabbed some tech decks. "Since when did you start liking these?" He shrugged, taking a seat on his bed. "I mean I can't be surprised though."

"Then don't question my actions."

My ears picked up on the door by his room open, signaling that Bill was leaving his room. I heard his footsteps disappear down the hall and I finally spoke again. "What do you see me doing?"

"Huh?"

"Like career wise, what do you see me doing in the future."

Tom didn't really give a second to think, shrugging. "I honestly have no clue, you just seen the type to go with the flow. I've never heard about what you wanted to do besides photography and those weird phases you had. Nothing to you ever stuck." I'm not gonna lie, that did hurt me a little. I was kind of hoping he would see me doing something great, unexpected but I can't blame him. I'd have a new interest every month before I became a foreign exchange student. Producing music though, that definitely did stuck with me. I've always been drawn to music but I never dig into it because I just thought it was normal for a teenager to do it.

My fingers raked across his vinyls, seeing artists like Eminem, Rammestein, and seeing half of these were actually stolen from Bill's collection. They were always stealing each other's stuff. I let out a small laugh and pick a random one, putting it on.

Tom got out a joint and lit it, taking hit before passing it to me. I let out fits of cough, watching him laugh at me. "Been a minute?" I nodded, taking another hit but without coughing this time. I sat down back on the chair and twist it side to side, looking at his posters. I focus on my breathing as I keep smoking, my eyes glued to the ceiling. I was getting high and bit my lip, turning my focus back to Tom. He paid me no attention as he pulled out his bong, I smiled and jumped on his bed. He cursed silently before lighting his lighter, my lips coming in contact with the top. I coughed some more and he laughed louder, leaning against the wall. We was on opposite sides now and I took it as a chance to sprawl my legs out, momentarily stretching. "Wait..." I pause. "Ain't I'm not suppose to smoke because I just got my lips pierced?"