Here is chapter 2 of INYOURSHADOW!! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter and you're longing for more! XDD Btw, I set the chapter to be posted today, I'm not actually posting it today. I set it to be posted a couple of months ago, actually XDD Oh, and one more thing. If there are any My Chemical Romance fans reading this, I named every single place (like the streets and stuff) after something to do with My Chem, except for Starbucks. Hope you can spot them XDD Please read, comment, and spread the word! On to chapter 2!! :DD
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TWINS?
"I-" Bill was speechless. He didn't know what to do, what to think about what had just happened. The boy was standing in front of him, his hand that had brushed Bill's was limp by his side.
"What happened?" the boy managed to sputter out. His voice was slightly deeper than Bill's, he noticed.
"I... I don't know." Bill murmured, dazed.
They gaped at each other, open-mouthed.
"Hey, get out of the way!" a burly man yelled from behind Bill. That snapped him out of his stupor, and he immediately moved a step to the left, mumbling an apology to the man. He grumbled and stalked off. Bill glanced at the boy. He was still staring confusedly at Bill.
"Maybe we should talk somewhere else." Bill told him, and the boy nodded, dumbstruck. Bill led him out of the station and into a nearby cafe, where they sat down at a table and continued to gawk at each other wordlessly. Bill couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen this boy before. The boy finally came to his senses and said "I'm Tom." He held out his hand.
"Bill." he grasped Tom's hand and felt that electricity flowing through them again. He heard Tom's sharp intake of breath.
"You can feel it too?" he asked.
"Yes, I can feel it too! What the hell is going on?" Tom exclaimed.
"I don't know. But... I don't think this is a coincidence."
"What do you mean?" Tom asked.
"I mean... look at us. We look exactly the same." Bill said, gesturing with his hands.
"I know. But it could be a huge coincidence."
"No, it can't. What about that... that thing we feel, that electricity?"
"How am I supposed to know? It could be something to do with science or whatever."
"But... I feel like I've seen you before."
Tom stared at Bill.
"Me too." he admitted.
Bill grinned triumphantly.
"See? There's no way that this is some huge fluke. This was fate."
Tom grimaced.
"Don't talk to me about fate or destiny or whatever. I don't believe in them."
"How can you not?" Bill argued. "This is a fine example of fate."
"Yeah, yeah." Tom waved his hand dismissively, annoyed.
"You'll see." Bill muttered under his breath.
Tom rolled his eyes.
"Hey." Bill said. "I've just thought of something. What if we're related?"
"What?" Tom snorted. "That's impossible. My family is far too complicated for you to have a part in it. I live with Grandma, and-"
"I live with my Grammy too." Bill murmured.
"Yeah, well I live with them coz my parents and Grandpa are dead, so-"
"My parents and Grandpa are dead too." Bill said, looking extremely confused.
"Yeah, well that is yet another huge coincidence."
They sat in silence for a moment.
"Hey, what's your last name?" Bill asked after a thought. "Mine's-"
"Kaulitz." Tom said.
"Trumper." Bill said at the same time.
They stared at each other in shock.
"But-"
"My dad's name is-"
"Trumper." Tom said.
"Kaulitz." Bill added.
Tom stared open-mouthed at Bill.
"But that's impossible. How could you know that?" Tom asked.
"That's my dad's name, of course I'll know."
"But... but..." Tom was speechless.
"Trumper was my step-dad's name. Kaulitz is my biological dad's name." Bill explained.
Tom paled, his eyebrows disappearing into his hair.
"Me too." he mumbled.
"I think... maybe we could be... long lost twins." Bill whispered.
Tom glanced sharply at Bill, but he thought of the possibilities.
"It's possible. That could explain why you look so familiar. But why would our parents separate us?" Tom wondered.
"I don't know. It could've been anything." Bill speculated.
After a short pause, they both said "I have got to ask Grandma about this."
"Wait, my Grandma is Gordon's mom, so yours must be Mom's, right?" Tom inquired.
"Yeah, I guess so." Bill shrugged. "But Grammy always avoids questions about Mom and Dad."
"Yeah, mine too." Tom agreed.
They sat in silence, until Bill glanced at his watch.
"Oh crap! I'm late to work!" he yelled, before jumping up.
"Hey, give me your number! Maybe I can call you later." Tom almost shouted.
Bill quickly reeled off his phone number. Tom wrote it on his palm in his untidy scrawl.
"Quick, give me yours!" Bill yelled.
"Alright, alright, calm the heck down! Here." He grabbed his pen and scribbled his number onto Bill's palm.
"Thanks, I gotta go!" Bill shouted, before running off with his bag, his black hair whipping wildly in the wind.
Tom stared after him until he completely disappeared, then glanced at Bill's number on his palm.
"Bill Kaulitz." he said, then smiled.
"I think we're going to get along great."
