LDBM

Chapter 22: MASQUERADE

BILL KAULITZ

...four months ago

"And he's down." Gustav said letting Tom go into the bed.

I adjusted my white buttoned shirt that had bundled from carrying my extremely drunk brother. I myself was a little tipsy but Tom was plastered. Gustav turned the light out and we walked out of the beach house back to the reception. Georg stood on the dance floor surrounded by sand in his tuxedo holding his new bride.

Natalie and Georg were dancing, eyes locked, and swaying slower to the faster paced song. Bonnie who rarely drink decided to have a few.  Well actually she had more than a few, quite a lot actually. She stood in the middle of the dance floor holding up the side of her dress dancing with the other bridesmaid. I sat in my chair admiring her.

Her blonde hair was pulled up into some high-low perfection with curls spiraling down from the front and the back. The lavender gown she wore was low cut in the front showing off her round caramel breast, it was tighter in some areas yet loose at the bottom, and every time she turned, her phenomenal shapely ass was displayed. I looked away from her, embarrassed and ashamed that I was fawning over her. However, this would not be the first time.

See, Tom and I have always liked most of the same things. When people look at us and see how different our styles are, they think we are not in harmony with one another when that is further from the truth. Tom and I are identical in appearance as well as almost everything else. We like the same foods, same music taste, and find most of the same women attractive.

I laughed as I watched Gustav shuffle onto the floor to dance up behind Georg. Georg began backing his ass up into Gustav's face.

The music stopped a moment later. I looked back over to where Bonnie was dancing and saw her feet away walking in my direction.

"Oh my god! So fun. I need water, is there water here?" she went knocking things over on the table looking about the empty water glasses.

She picked up a glass of wine and held it up to me as a toast. I smiled an awkward smile at her, I really do not know why. Then she began to drink the blood colored drink.

"Bill, BILL" she called out.

I sat only an empty chair away from her and I could hear every word she was saying.

"I hear you," I said jokingly.

She got up and sat beside me laughing and cackling holding onto the wine glass that was swaying in her hands. Then, the drink came tickling down my head onto my shirt as she began to plead and repeating how sorry she was. The DJ turned on another fast-paced song: Ariana Grande.

Georg, Gustav, Shiro and almost everyone else at the wedding who knew the song jumped onto the crowded dance floor to dance. I stood up with a napkin soaking the wine out of my hair. I dipped the cloth like napkin into a glass of water from the table next to us and began dabbing at the ever-growing red splotches on my shirt.

"It's stained. This was Dior." I mumbled.

Bonnie looked at me then randomly flashed a humongous smile then furrowed her brows and frowned her face. She repeated this gesture of displaying happy and sad three times before I gave in and laughed.

"Sophie does that," she said standing very unsteady.

"Yeah, well sit down. I will be right back. I'm going to try and put some water and soap on this stain."