Smalltown Boy

PRAGUE

APRIL 3, 2007

7:06

Between white and clean bed sheets in a big hotel room, the raven haired boy with blonde highlights was still snoring, trying to ignore the knocking at his door, but it wasn't stopping.

The bay window was half opened, leaving soft air inside the room, it was very messy, even if Bill was there for only two days. Clothes on the floors,
his bathroom was even worse looking.

He put the pillow that was on the other side of the bed on his head, desperately trying to fall back asleep.

"MHM!!" is all he managed to say, to make the knocking stop.
he slowly pushed the pillow away, understanding there was no escape.

"Bill get ready, David is gonna be mad."
Bill recognised his brother's voice, that made him raise his head a bit, trying to process the few words he understood, but all he did is letting his head fall again in the soft pillow of this big bed he didn't want to leave.

5 minutes later, when he was about to fall asleep for hours again, he finally remembered what was planned today, and that was why his brother was trying to wake him up.
He violently snatched the blanket away, getting up and looking around for his two black suitcases, falling in the process, his feet were stuck in the blanket he pushed on the floor.
A knock on the door was heard by Bill again, but this time the person entered the room only after the first knock, it was Tom again, luckily.

"What are you doing on the floor only in your boxers??" Tom asked smiling a bit as he was looking at his little brother on the floor moving like a snail.

"Get the fuck out." Bill groaned removing his feet from the big blanket moving on the floor.

"See? it wasn't so hard waking up. It's only 7:30."
Tom retorted, leaning on the wall looking at Bill's messy hair.

"Why would you wake me up this early?!"
Bill yelled looking up at his brother. he reached his suitcases, looking in the first one, grabbing blue Diesel jeans, a red shirt, and random black boxers, he also grabbed another pair of blue jeans, an orange Adidas vest and a black shirt, he opened the other suitcase, this one was full of belts, accessories, rings, necklaces and spray for his hair.

"So we're sure we won't be late because mr. Sleepy head didn't take 3 hours to get out of bed."
Tom calmly answered, as he was talking, he noticed a big mirror on the wall in front of him, he was making signs to himself, still leaning on the other wall.

Bill looked down at his clothes, he felt kind of embarrassed, the fact that his brother saw him on the floor almost naked, even if they were twins, Bill never liked someone to see him like that, he secretly hated himself and his body.
he grabbed his two piles of clothes, placing one on his bed and keeping the other one in his arms, he walked shamelessly into the bathroom, locking after him, all of that under his brother's eyes.

Tom knew his brother better than anyone, he didn't even need him to talk. That's why he didn't ask him what was wrong.
He waited for Bill sitting on his bed, just next of the pile he left there. He analysed every single details of the room, it was telling how Bill was feeling ; really bad.
He was lost in his thoughts, how could he help his brother with his anxiety?
How can he help him not feel like he's only used for shows?
cause even Tom himself felt this way ; David really did use them and the rest of the band.
He doesn't even care about their mental or physical health.

Tom was brought back from his thoughts when he heard the door lock opening.
Bill was better looking, now his hair was brushed, he placed his glasses on his head, he was wearing his adidas vest and his blue jeans.
"Are you okay?"