Now I'm a fan - Bill Kaulitz fanfic

Shopaholics

Addy rushed me out so early in the morning so she can go see Gustav. I'm really starting to think that man is her everything.

"Y/n, Addy,"Bill says. "You're here. It's so early."

"Blame her not me," I reply.

Addy roles her eyes. "Where's Gustav."

"Probably practicing some new material down the stairs," Bill tells her.

And there goes Addy down the stairs.

"Can I get some water?" I ask.

"Sure follow me."

I follow Bill into the kitchen.

"This is such a pretty kitchen," I tell Bill.

"To bad I can't cook," he replies.

"You know what we should do!!" I say.

"What."

"Bake cookies!"

"Hey, I'm no chef."

"Me either, that's what makes it fun!"

I pull out my phone and start searching a cookie recipe.

"Okay so we need, flour, baking soda, salt, butter, brown sugar, white sugar, vanilla extract, and chocolate chips," I tell Bill.

"I don't think we have all of that."

"I guess we're going grocery shopping!!"

I quickly run for the door before Bill can tell me no.

"You're driving," I say running for the car at the entrance.

Bill playfully roles his eyes at me before stepping into the car.

"Play some music," I tell him.

He turns on the radio and Toxic by Britney Spears plays. I can hear him humming along to the song.

"You being a Britney fan makes so much sense," I say humming the lyrics.

"How so?" He asks giving that questioning face.

"I don't know your whole demeanor. Like Britney has the fire to her and you do too. She's also so pretty just like you."

I could see a smile form on Bill's face.

"You're giving me to much credit," he says. "Keep going."

"So cocky!"

I reach to turn the music louder and start singing along.

Before I knew it we were at the grocery store and I was running to grab a cart.

"If these cookies turn out inedible we're getting pizza."

"Agreed," Bill replies.

I started wondering aimlessly down the aisles trying to find the ingredients when I ended up in the candy aisle.

"Look!!" I shout. "Skittles!"

"I didn't know you liked skittles."

"Who doesn't."

I quickly grab a pack and place it in the cart.

"Tom loves them," Bill says.

"Then let's grab some more because I'm not sharing."

I put two more packs into the cart.

"Hey, I'm going to feel bad if I'm the only one getting candy," I say to Bill. "Grab some too!!"

Bill was a little reluctant, but I wasn't budging. He put some gummy bears into the cart.

"Look I see the chocolate chips down the aisle."

I used the cart and pushed myself down the aisle. I could hear Bill laughing at me in the back.

"Instead of laughing you come try!!" I exclaimed.

Bill hurries on over and rides the cart down the aisle.

"Weeee," Bill says while going down. "This is so fun."

I clap my hands while walking to catch up to him.

"There so many type of chocolates. Which one do you want."

"Hey I'm indecisive," Bill tells me. "I can't choose."

"That's not fair I am too," I reply.

I start pulling different chocolate chips off the shelf unsure of what to pick.

"We are not getting all of that," Bill tells me. "That would become a sugar overload so fast."

"Okay I have an idea. I'll pick one with my eyes closed."

"That seems like a terrible idea."

"Do you have a better one?" I ask giving Bill a face.

He gave me a long pause "you're right I don't."

"Okay I choose one with my eyes closed and so do you. On the count of 3."

Bill and I close our eyes and start reaching for the shelf's

"3...2...1," I finished my count down and we both grabbed a chocolate opening our eyes. "Semi-sweet chips. What did you get?"

"Milk chocolate chips," Bill replies.

"Perfect!"

I grab his bag and mine and put them in the cart. I started looking for the final ingredients when I noticed a free sample cart.

I went right over trying to see what it was, urging Bill to follow.

They were little cupcakes. I grabbed one to taste. Removing the liner from one side and taking a bite. I got some frosting on my nose.

"These take pretty good," I say with a smile to Bill.

He just lets out a stifled laugh.

"What's so funny?" I ask making a face.

"This is funny," he says wiping the frosting from my nose. "This is the second time I wiped something from your face. How messy."

"Not like it's intentional," I say rolling my eyes. "Here try it."

Bill goes and bits the cupcake. "Our second indirect kiss."

"Weird thing to keep track off. Maybe soon it will be direct."

I touch Bill's nose with my finger and smile, leaving him stunned.

"Oh look the flour!"

I dart towards the flour knowing our shopping trip is finally complete.

I head to check out where Bill insists on paying, but I beat him to the cashier and swipe my card.

"Next time it's on me," he says as he begins to put the groceries in the car.

Buckling into the car it was much of the same as before. Singing along to songs and Bill teasing me.