𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆. (𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑲𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒛)

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✰ This Charming Man- The Smiths. (word count: 2480) ✰

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{4:27 AM}

"God, those TSA workers took my damn shampoo!" Georg complains loudly, and it just earns an eye roll from everyone. "Georg, nobody brings a 10-ounce can of dry shampoo in their carry-on," Bill laughs, and Georg just nudges Bill in annoyance. 

"Bill, you can't talk, don't think I didn't see you manhandle 3 whole 8-ounce hair spray cans into your luggage, it was a terrifying sight." Bill side-eyes me and looks me up and down. "Okay? That's how I felt when I watched you shove 12 Victoria's Secret perfumes in your bag." 

I let go of Bill's hand, and I scoff. "Hater." Bill looks at my hand sadly, and I roll my eyes. "You're too spoiled." I grab Bill's hand once more, and he stops pouting. I swear this boy gets whatever he wants, fortunately for him, I'm too weak not to give it to him.

Once we got to our gate, they had already started boarding, so we just got in line. After the lady checked all of our tickets, we walked down that weird entrance, I always called it a tube, although it obviously wasn't. 

We all got onto the plane and we awkwardly walked down the aisle, trying to find our seating areas. Mark went off his section, and after a bit of struggle, everyone successfully got to their seats. Tom was sitting next to me in the seat on the other side of the plane. I let Bill have the window because the last time I flew, I got nauseous sitting next to the window, and NEVER again. 

Georg and Gustav sat behind me and Bill, then of course, here comes Tom and his complaining. "Guys, I'm so nervous!! I might throw up!" Tom whines. "Tom, the plane hasn't even taken off yet. What are you on?" Bill sighs and shakes his head. He tosses some headphones at Tom, which shuts him up when he plugs the headphones into his phone to play music.

But now I had to watch Tom tweak out even further as he stupidly lip-synced and bobbed his head to whatever the hell he was listening to. I roll my eyes, and I look over to Bill. "At least he's silent now." 

Bill smiles and shakes his head. "Last time we flew, he started crying like a baby because of some turbulence. If he does it again, I might push him out of the plane." I heavily wish he just did at this point. "Understandable." 

"Does anyone have a pony holder?" Georg asks from behind me. My neck almost broke from how fast I turned it to look at Georg. "Georg, what the actual fuckery just came out of your mouth? Pony holder? What the hell is a pony holder?" 

"You know what a pony holder is, the stretchy circular elastics you use to tie your hair, duh." I stare Georg down for a good 20 seconds. "Your weird, just call it a damn hair tie." George scrunched up his face at me. "Hair tie? Hell no, that sounds dumb."

"You know what, fuck you, your luxurious ass hair, and your pony holder, you ain't getting it from me butt chin." Gustav snorts from the back, and Georg goes silent. "Scheißfresser." Georg pouts. I'm not even gonna THINK about what that means. 

I turn around, catching Tom looking at me like a starving Victorian child. "Tom, don't fucking start." I already knew what was about to come out of this bitches mouth. "I'm starving! Please feed me!" 

"TOM... You just ate you freaking fatass. Plus, why do you only ever harass me about food? You're the rich one. You could always ask Bill, the only one related to you here, but you continue to beg me to feed you like I'm your mother. They have a fucking snack cart here."

"Well, I'm pretty sure you will end up being my sister-in-law, so we are technically already related." That shut me up real quick. I stare at Tom, my face slowly heating up just thinking about being married to Bill. Y/N Kaulitz. It's got a nice ring to it... Shit Toms staring at me.