On Tour ~ [Tom Kaulitz]

[14] If only we'd met sooner

Tom got a car, which meant he was feeling happy again. In fact, I had never seen him this happy before. How can one be aggressively arguing with someone and crouching down to pet a puppy the next? He hadn't even glanced at the dog owners' boobs, which was pretty impressive if you ask me.

We walked all the way back to the tour bus while dealing with the smoke from Tom's cigarette blowing into our faces. "Can I have one?" Bill asked, and I rolled my eyes. "I swear to you, your voice is going to suffer from your smoking."

"I'll start sounding much more edgy; I don't mind." He answered as he took the cigarette from Tom's hand.

I tried my best to stop him from smoking. It was an ugly habit to me. But sadly, growing up with a mother who likes to smoke, I find it difficult to not like the smell. I hate the way it burns my throat, but I mainly want Bill to stop so he won't convince me to start smoking too.

An hour later, I find myself laying on an outdoor blanket. I stare at the piece of paper under my nose and try to figure out where I messed up the proportions. "It's the upper legs," Bill says. "They're too short."

I squinted my eyes and accepted his feedback. I find an eraser and try to re-do the legs. "What do you think so far?" Bill asks when he holds up his sketch. "Are my shoulders that broad?" I ask with raised eyebrows.

He turns the piece of paper around and studies my body. "They are," he hums, picking up his pencil again. He's sitting cross-legged in front of me in a white tank top and ripped jeans. His hair had kind of sagged down after the photo shoot, causing him to push it out of his face constantly.

"I'm trying to give you that mix of Kate Moss and Amber Valletta." Bill mutters as he bites on the back of his pencil. "It's missing something."

"Add glasses. And a belt too; you of all people should know you can never go wrong with those."

Bill groans. "But I always use belts. I hate that you're probably right."

I go back to my own study with a smile on my face. I needed this kind of peace in my life. Bill and I often sat together and spent time drawing each other's runway designs. His outfits were better, but we both agreed I was improving. I learned from the best, of course.

I wanted to give him leather pants, but the shading was close to impossible. I gave up, and tried a mesh top on his upper body instead, praying it would turn out better than the bottoms.

I roll over onto my back when Georg calls our names through a window on the side of the bus. "Who was supposed to make dinner today?" He shouts, and I frown. "Tom was, why?"

Georg lets out a loud sigh. "He left. I don't think we should expect him home in time to cook for everyone." I press my lips together. Tom left to hook up with someone and ditched us. "If you allow me to ground him, I will." I whisper at Bill, who gives me a faint smile.

"I'll order some pizza," I say with a grunt as I get up from the blanket. "Your drawing will fly away!" Bill calls out, and I can see him jump onto the piece of paper from the corner of my eye. I quickly shout a 'thank you' to him and enter the massive vehicle.

~

The light coming from inside the bus suddenly goes out, causing me to flinch. I look up at the window and realize they all went to bed. I stand up from the chair and get on my tiptoes to knock on the window. Within a few seconds, someone turns the light back on. The 'sorry' from inside makes me realize it's Gustav.

I sit down again, only to realize my bookmark fell out. "Damn it." I whisper under my breath and desperately try to find the page I just finished reading. The main character had fallen for the guy who secretly pressed newspapers dedicated to gossip in his basement, and I'm convinced he was about to ask her to elope with him.