𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖡𝗈𝗒 - 𝖡𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖪𝖺𝗎𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗓

Slow Dancing

Bill helps me out of his car, Tom in the backseat. Bill leads the way, I fumble around with my nails, feeling weird to be dressed so classy after all this time. When we enter the building, I immediately feel out of place. Though I know the boys have dressed me to be in place. I glance up at Bill, his eyes glisten in the soft yellow lamps around us.

Tom is behind us, I can tell because his strong cologne and cigarette smell is wafting from behind me. He clears his throat, making me turn. Maybe I'm overthinking a bit much. When I make eye contact with him, all he does is smile sweetly back. After what felt like forever of waiting, a man in a grey suit with a comb over walks to the podium.

He glances up at Bill, widening his eyes a little. "Bill Kaulitz? Reservation?" Bill chuckles, putting his arm around my shoulder as he peeks down at me, then back to the man. "No sir, walk in." The man makes an 'ah' sound, bending down for three menus. When he stands back up, he gestures his arm to the direction he wants us to follow.

Bill obliges, dragging me with him, Tom following like a third wheel behind us still. When the man arrives at the booth, he sets the menus down, bowing. "Is there anything else I can get you, sir?" The man looks like he's in awe that Bill's here, but I couldn't figure out why he was so in shock over this.

I mean they can't be that popular. Bill shakes his head, guiding me in the seat first. "No thank you, maybe some drinks?" The man nods, rushing off in the other direction again. As I sit against the wall, Bill climbs in next to me. He scoots close enough that I'm comfortable, but not too close that I'm uncomfortable. Bill seems to be sweet like that.

Tom climbs in the booth across from us. "So? What do you think so far?" Tom questions, resting his head on his fists, his elbows on the table firmly. "I think I'm out of place." Bill and Tom glance at each other, laughing. Bill reaches over, rubbing my shoulder as he looks down at me.

"Don't worry, you're just fine. Plus, who's going to bad mouth us? We're literally famous." Bill gives me a sweet and reassuring smile, continuing to rub my shoulder. I breathe out a small sigh of relief through my nose, relaxing a little. I just can't get over how comforting it feels to be noticed by a person again.

Usually all I'd get was dirty looks or gags from people on the street because I was so smelly, but I had no where to go. It wasn't my fault. I just happened to get lucky with rain the night before Tom found me, because it wasn't nearly as bad the next day. And I was a little clean.

Bill scoots only a little closer, smiling childishly down to me. I can't help myself and look up at him in awe. Bill fucking Kaulitz paying attention to me? Maybe I am seeing what that guy is gawking over. A famous person, celebrity, here? And for a male celebrity, he is beautiful. Gorgeous if you will.

His features are enough to make you fall in love with him in hours. I mean, Bill's pretty. But I'm not sure I'll be the type to fall inlove that quick. I mean I know nothing about the boy. "Hey, snap out of it you two!" Tom snaps in our faces, making our eye contact finally break. Bill blinks frantically, staring at his brother.

"Huh?" He mutters. Tom laughs, hitting the table. I look down, a little embarrassed. "You two were totally thinking about each other just now! The eye contact was so strong!" He continues laughing, nearly breathless. Bill clears his throat, shaking his head.

"N-No, no. We weren't, right Nova?" I shake my head, nibbling at my lip. Tom only chuckles, a huge smug look on his face. "Yeah right, you totally weren't eyeing each other down over there."

I smile a little at Tom's joke, looking away from both of them. Out in the restaurant, it's so busy in here. And I wonder if anyone is thinking about why there's a random girl with the twins at this place. Because I am definitely not celebrity-girlfriend material.