𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳

Drowning

Two weeks later, we had just got done with an interview. It was our last interveiw and we planned on going to a party tonight. We got a house together a little while ago, the whole band lived here but we were barely ever home due to our concerts and interveiws. We all rushed to our rooms as soon as we got home, I obviously shared a room with Bill and Tom was next door.

Unlucky for him on some nights when Bill and I got ambitious. Georg and Gustav lived in the basement, so they never heard us upstairs at night. I rummaged through our closet, trying to find at least something to wear. I finally find a dress, it was a simple black dress. It had matching tights I could wear, and I did. I slipped them on, sitting down so I didn't lose my balance. Bill comes out of the bathroom we had in our room, he looks like he's in a crisis.

"Baby I don't know which I should wear, this skull one or the cross!" I laugh at his stress, pulling my tights to my thighs. I stand up and begin analyzing each. One choker has a rhinestone skull and a black band around the neck. The other has white beads with a white cross. "I think you should wear both. Especially with this white top, you'll look so cute." I say, tugging on his collar.

He smiles, his smile is just as beautiful as the day I met his wonderful soul. "Thank you, my love." He says, pulling me into a kiss. I still get anxious everytime we kiss, his lips still give me that first kiss rush. He pulls away and goes back to the bathroom, putting on the necklaces.

Bill's changed his hair again, now its poofy and he has white streaks in it. He kind of looks like a lion, but it looks so amazing on him. His makeup has gotten so good too, tonight he wore his usual smokey eye with silver in the corners of his eyes. He steps out of the bathroom, he's absolutely stunning. His chokers, his tight fit shirt, his skull head belt with silver holes within the black leather, his long black pants that flared to the bottom, even his platforms.

He was perfect. He steps near me, admiring my outfit. I had on my pearl necklace with my black outfit. I thought I looked a little weird tonight. He brings me against him, holding my face to look at his. I look down to his lips, they have gloss on. I giggle at this, it's very rare when he wears gloss. He smiles with me.

"What?" I question, smiling just at his expression. "Nothing, you're just adorable." I say, squeezing his thin cheeks. He giggles, making me smile. "Oh come on, I'm not nearly as good looking as you. You are adorable tonight baby." He kisses me softly, smiling as he does so. He gave me some of his gloss. He was still like a kid with me just like the first night he spent at my house. He was still sensitive with me too, he knows I always tell him it's okay to have a big heart.

But around the band and even Tom he doesn't show himself to them, but I know Tom's just as understanding. He's grown to adjust to Bill because Bill hasn't changed, he's even told Bill he can open up but he won't do it. He's grown to only trust me. We walk downstairs to the rest of the band waiting for us. Tom claps his hands together, slightly scaring me. "Finally you two!" He teases, making us all laugh including himself.

We walk out of the house, Gustav locks the door and we pile into Georg's car. I sit in the back with Bill and Gustav, while Tom is up front with Georg. I get my seatbelt on, and Bill does too. Thankfully there was one in the middle seat. Georg backs out of the drive way, and begins driving. He speaks, alerting us on the situation. "This party I saw is an hour away from here so I'll take the freeway." Everybody begins talk around me, but I space out.

I think about how far Bill has come with everything. He used to wear his hair spiked up with that piece hanging down, and he wore tons of hairspray and gel. But now he wears his hair different, only using hairspray and it's much healthier. His face is not really the same, he lost the little bit of a baby face that he had. He changed his style to be a little bit more emo but he was still the same kind boy he was before.