So, this is a fanfic I wrote for Bill and Tom's 22nd birthday. It didn't start out that way, actually, but because I spent over a year writing this, it just sorta evolved that way. This fanfic is 22 chapters long, and since I've already finished the entire fanfic, I'll post a chapter a day for the next 22 days, leading up to the first of September, Bill and Tom's birthday! This is NOT a twincest fanfic :P (Btw, the words in bold is the title of the chapter) And PLEASE comment, I want to know everything that you think about this story, every single detail! Now, enough talking. Please read, comment, and spread the word! On to chapter 1!! :DD
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A FATEFUL REUNION
Bill hurried into the train station, glancing at his watch. 9:47. Still plenty of time to get to work. He joined the end of the queue to buy tickets, restlessly shifting his weight from foot to foot. It was a Friday, so he was pretty cheerful that it was almost the weekend. He scanned the crowd around him. There was an old woman, at the head of the queue, fumbling for her purse in her giant of a handbag. There was a busker at the main entrance, leaning against the wall while strumming his guitar and singing. There was a boy that looked about his age, from the back at least, with brownish-blonde dreadlocks, queueing for tickets onto a train too. There was a pretty woman standing near him, her wavy, caramel-colored hair drifting slightly in the breeze. Bill inched closer to the ticket counter, waiting for the tall, brawny man in front of him to get his change. As the man finally walked away, Bill managed to get his tickets and he walked briskly to platform 9, where his train would arrive. As he waited for his train, he noticed that the boy with the dreadlocks he saw earlier was waiting for the same train. The boy was rooting around his backpack for something. Bill looked away, fingering a loose thread on the hem of his coat with lack of anything better to do. After about 10 minutes, a train came thundering into the station and skidded to a stop at platform 9. He boarded the train and sat down on one of the remaining seats left. The dreadlocked boy sat almost directly opposite him, still rummaging in his backpack. Bill noticed he was wearing baggy clothes, sneakers, and a few wristbands. His backpack was non-descript, with plain black straps and a white stripe running across the entire side of the bag. Bill shook his head and looked away, realizing that he was staring at and scrutinizing a complete stranger. As the train neared his stop, he stood up, grabbing hold of the safety rail beside him to keep his balance as the train gradually slowed to a stop. He got off the train, noticing yet again that the boy with dreadlocks had got off at the same stop he did. As he reached the exit, the boy with dreadlocks brushed by him, their fingers coming in contact with each other, and he felt something indescribable, an electric feeling flowing from where his fingers were touching the boy's to his entire body. He froze, and the boy froze too. The boy looked back at him and their eyes met. A feeling of shock washed over Bill, and he could tell the boy was surprised too. Their eyes were the exact same color. And their noses were the same, and their mouths, and their ears. Everything was exactly the same, yet different. The boy looked so familiar to Bill. They looked so alike, they could've been... twins.
