Trust Me - |Bill Kaulitz|

intense passion

"One final touch..."

I carefully brushed the canvas, adding highlights to the drawing. The whole room smelled of oil paints, coffee, and old paper, and it was indeed a mess everywhere. I hadn't left this room for almost several days, and even when I did, it was only to drink water. In fact, I didn't sleep and survived solely on coffee. I left a signature on the drawing with pale blue paint, and slowly getting up from the chair, I looked at it. There he was, looking straight at me from my picture with his piercing yet soft eyes. Yeah, he looked like a villain, but I knew him - he is the sweetest and nicest person. Many sheets of paper with sketches and drawings lay on the floor, with a couple of drops of paint and coffee on them. We practically haven't seen each other in a while... I don't know, I lost count of how many times we haven't met. Not that long, but enough to make me miss him. And after that talk, we haven't discussed it again...so it's a bit complicated. I looked at the painting again. Damn, he's handsome, and I don't deny it. I mean, my painting of him is pretty, right?

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Maybe I should text him? He always texted me first or called. I lay down on the bed, finally getting out of the art room, and took a long, long shower to wash off all that art smell from the oil paints. I got my phone and opened the chat with Bill with a sigh. Maybe I shouldn't text him, I mean if he hasn't texted me after all this time, maybe he doesn't want to communicate with me... Okay, no, I know Bill, he's not like that...maybe.

11:59 pm
"Hey, it's been a while, how are you?"

Okay, there's no going back now, I hope he'll answer. I closed my eyes, bracing myself, as I heard the notification sound and looked at the screen.

1:08 am
"Hiii, I'm with the band, come over, I'll call you a taxi!"

That's a strange text from Bill, but okay. I stood up and opened my dresser. Okay, I need to look casual and beautiful at the same time, because he's with his band. I know Tom, obviously, and I know Bill, but I don't know Georg and Gustav, only from Bill's words. So yeah, after 20 minutes, I looked through the window, and the taxi was there. I quickly finished my makeup, grabbed my purse and jacket, and took a final look. I twirled around and looked at myself - well, the skirt actually fits me well. I hope I don't look too revealing for the meeting, I mean, the stockings made me look a bit look like a slut, but...Okay, never mind, I think it's not that bad. I got out of the apartment and jumped into the taxi. After a few minutes, I was there. The light was shining from all over the house, but it didn't look like there was a party there, but it looked like the whole family had gathered there. I walked up to the door and pressed the doorbell, and almost instantly, Bill opened the door for me with a wide smile, as if he had been waiting for me. He looked drunk, as his cheeks were red and his eyes sparkled. He looked me up and down and sighed to himself.

"Hiii,"

he said happily and enveloped me in a tight hug. Yeah, he's drunk, I can smell it.

"Hey, Bill, I missed you too,"
I said hugging him back

"You do?"

he made a sad face with his puppy-dog eyes, hugging me once more. I started giggling because he was too funny.

"Why are you laughing?"

His soft, blurry voice hit my hair, making me laugh more. Yeah, he was very drunk. After a few seconds, he let me go and, taking me by the shoulders, led me into the already familiar living room. Tom was sitting on the couch, a guy with a long hair and sharp jawline, and a cute guy with short black hair sat around the table, talking in German. Everyone looked at me, and Tom looked me up and down, whistling in approval.