Farewell party

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Evi:
Tomorrow the guys are leaving on tour and tonight there will be some sort of small farewell party for family and friends.
On the one hand, I would like to spend as much time alone with Bill as possible, but I understand that everyone wants to say goodbye to them.
I take one last look in the mirror and step out of the bathroom.
"It's about time!" Nick snaps, irritated, and walks into the bathroom.
"Jessy will be here in an hour." He says and slams the door behind him.
I walk to my room and stand in front of my wardrobe, looking for the perfect outfit for tonight.
I take the blue dress and hesitate for a moment. Bill really likes this one, but I've worn it so many times already. I hang it back and eventually come across a dress that I didn't even know I still had.
I wore it once to a wedding and never again after that. I quickly put it on and stand in front of the mirror.
The dark burgundy dress reaches halfway down my thigh, fits tight around my waist and falls lightly over my hips.
I put on matching heels and matching jewelry and look approvingly at myself in the mirror.
I walk downstairs, waiting for the doorbell to ring.
"You look beautiful, honey." My mom yells from the kitchen and she walks my way.
"What time does the party start?"
"Bill will be here any minute."
"Have fun, but be careful."
"Always." I look at her with a small smile on my face and at the same moment I hear the doorbell ringing.
"See you tomorrow!" I say and quickly walk to the door.

The room fills with more and more people and Bill and Tom are busy talking to family and friends the whole time. I stand awkwardly to the side with a glass of wine in my hands and look around.
After what seems like an eternity, Bill comes to me. "Sorry, it seemed like everyone arrived at the same time."
"It's okay. It's your farewell party, of course everyone wants to talk to you."
"We can go somewhere quieter?" He looks at me and subtly wiggles his eyebrows. I put my hand on his waist, stand on the tips of my toes and try to put my lips on his.
He pulls his head back a little and I look at him a little confused.
"Not here." He takes my hand and pulls me behind him. He walks outside, still holding my hand, looking for a more calm spot.
He pulls me into the bushes and as soon as we are sufficiently out of sight he presses his lips firmly on mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my body against his.
I suddenly feel something tickling my back and open my eyes in fear.
I pull myself loose from his grip and start waving my arms wildly while turning my body in all directions. A scream leaves my mouth and I run out of the bushes.
I slap my hands on my own arms, legs, back and anywhere else I can reach and jump back and forth. When I finally stop, Bill is looking at me strangely with a small grin on his face.
"What an idea to go into the bushes!" I blame him. I check one last time to make sure there isn't a spider or something else on my body.
"Is there something on my back or in my hair?" I turn my back to Bill.
"Bill?" I ask impatiently. "Calm down, Evi. There's nothing in your hair or on your back."
I sigh in relief and then turn back to him. "Why do we have to be so secretive? Only family and friends are present, right?"
"Not everyone takes our privacy so seriously." Bill explains. "Let's get back inside before we're missed."

I sigh and follow him inside. Bill joins Tom and the rest and I walk to the bar for another glass of wine.
As it gets later, more and more people go home and a relatively small group remains, consisting mainly of friends.
The drinks flow freely and the dancing is exuberant. I try to act as normal as possible and suppress the uneasy feeling I have.
When I look up and see a laughing and dancing Bill in front of me, I spontaneously get a smile on my face.
They don't leave until tomorrow afternoon, so I can see Bill tomorrow before they leave, I try to cheer myself up.
I take a deep breath, drink the remaining wine in my glass and walk towards the boys.
Bill is dancing enthusiastically with Georg and Gustav and Tom has moved more to the side. I decide to go to him and tell him the news about Kim.
"Did Bill tell you the good news yet?" I shout, loud enough for Tom to hear me.
"What news?"
"The news about Kim moving here."
I expect to see a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he doesn't seem at all impressed by the news. Maybe the one night stand was more special for Kim than for him?
He takes a long sip of his drink and rocks back and forth uncomfortably.
"Too bad you guys won't be here when she arrives."
"Yeah, too bad." He says and avoids my gaze.
I'm shocked by his indifference and decide to leave it at that. I sigh, take a sip of my glass of wine and then walk to Bill.

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