Now I'm a fan - Bill Kaulitz fanfic

We're Chefs

Entering back into the house I hear Tom.

"Where've you been?"

"Shopping!"

As I say that Bill walks in behind me with the bags in hand.

"Look I even got you something," I tell Tom while I run and grab a shopping bag from Bill.

Reaching inside I grab a pack of skittles and hand reach it out for Tom to grab.

Right before he can I snatch it back. "It'll cost you."

"You can't be charging me in my own home," Tom says.

"I support!" Bill shouts from behind, as he begins to set the shopping bags down.

"You know what?" Tom speaks rhetorically. "I didn't need skittles anyways."

"Suit yourself," I say with a shrug and open the package. "Bill come have some."

I grab a couple and make Bill open wide to place in his mouth.

"Wow I forgot how good skittles are," Bill says. "You sure you don't wanna any Tom? They taste great."

"No."

"I think Georg will love these," Bill says.

Right when Bill is about to shout his name, Tom yells shh loud.

"Fine," Tom speaks. "What will it cost me."

"Oh I didn't even think about it," I reply with a smile.
"Here have the rest."

"I suffered for nothing huh," Tom says.

"Of course," I reply. "Needed a little fun."

I then grab another pack of skittles. "I always had one for you."

I let out a chuckle watching Tom get annoyed.

"Hey, come let's start baking," Bill says.

"Coming!"

I enter the kitchen and look around. I notice there is no aprons.

"Why don't you have any aprons?" I ask.

"Apron?" Bill replies confused.

"You know, you put it on to cover you clothes when you cook."

"Do I look like I stay in the kitchen?"

I paused for a second looking at him. "You're right, you don't."

"Okay!" I say. "Let's start."

I pull up the recipe for the cookies. I read the first thing was to preheat the oven.

I went over to the oven, trying figure out how to work it out.

"Need help over there?" Bill asks.

"Yes please."

Next thing I know I feel Bill right up behind me.

"Look over here," he says points a button on the oven. "This sets the temperature."

I got a little nervous and moved a step back forgetting he was rlly that close behind me.

He caught me around my waist and told me, "Careful there."

He gave me a warming smile. "What temperature do you want?"

"375," I reply.

Moving away from the oven and starting on the dry ingredients, the silence felt so loud. I was probably overthinking it, but I couldn't help it.

My best bet was to play some music. I grabbed a speaker I had seen on the counter.

I was deciding what to play while Bill was mixing the dry ingredients. Then I thought what better than his own songs.

I put Scream on the speaks before running back over to Bill. I can see him humming along to the song.

I decided to take over mixing the dry ingredients with the wet ingredients, lifting the bowl off the counter.

I was mesmerized watching Bill moving along to the song. More focused on him then the mixing, some of it started getting on my shirt.

I heard Bill gasps.

"What?" I asked.

"You're shirt," he replies pointing.

Looking down I noticed I'm covered in flour.

I place the bowl down on the counter grabbing a little bit of flour from the packaging sitting next to it. I splash on Bill's shirt and laugh.

"Two can play it that game," Bill says running over to the flour.

He grabs some flour and starts throwing it at me.

Next thing I know we our having a full on flour fight and laughing.

I went towards him with a big pile of flour in my hand, when Georg passed by the kitchen.

"What are you guys doing?" he asks with stifling laughter.

Both of us look at him like we just be caught red handed.

"You guys look like snowmen," Georg tells with more laughter. "Lemme take a picture of this."

I tried to hide my face when Georg when to snap a picture, but I just looked even more incriminating.

"Let's start making these cookies into circles," Bill says placing his floured hand on my head.

"Now I look like I have dandruff," I tell Bill, while Georg starts walking away.

"Bet you do," he replies laughing.

I roll my eyes and begin making the cookies into shape.

-•-

Within no time we actually finished baking the cookies and were able to place them into the oven.

"Hey y/n," Bill says to call my attention.

Turning his way he says "Follow me."

"Where?" I ask.

"My room," he replies.

I follow him up wondering what he wants to show me.