We Lost the Dream We never Had... (Bill Kaulitz Story)

Are we there yet? What about now?

"Boredom, man's worst enemy." I complained once again to Zach.

"Well than why don't you go bother someone else?"

"Who else is there to bother? Both Evan and Blake are asleep."

"What about Bill and...the rest of the people, who for some reason I can't seem to remember what their names are?"

I just stared at him, maybe it was because his stupidity shocked me, maybe it was because I was waiting for him to laugh and tell me that it was a joke and that he wasn't really that stupid. Or maybe I was just not able to for a response to his answer. But whatever reason it was, he seemed to find it odd, for he looked completely and utterly serious. Unless or course he became a jaw droppingly amazing actor over night. Which by the way, I highly doubt. Zach always has, and always will suck at acting.

Not even Johnny Depp could save him. 

"What?" He asked seemingly confused.

"Are you serious...?"

"No, I'm Severus."

He got no response.

"Yes, of course I'm serious. Why wouldn't I be? No offense, but you can be very annoying."

"None taken, but are you sure you're feeling alright."

"Again, yes. Why wouldn't I be?"

"How exactly would I be able to go and bother Bill, Tom, Georg, and Gustav?"

"You know, with simple names like that you'd think I'd be able to remember them. But noooo, I have to forget them..."

He again, got no response.

"Oh, and you would just walk. You know, like you always do..."

"Oh, yes, of course. Because I'm going to jump out of a bus speeding down a high-way, going god knows how fast, and walk to another bus on the same high-way, going the same speed, which would pass me in seconds by the way, and be perfectly fine. Yes, because that makes perfect sense."

"Oh yeah, I forgot we were moving..."

"No really!? I never would have guessed?!" I exclaimed sarcastically.

"You don't need to be sarcastic about it."

"Yes actually there was. You were just being that stupid, besides sarcasm makes everything so much more fun."

"One, HEY! And two, true, but it was still very unappreciated."

"Well of course it was, it was sarcasm. NOBODY appreciates it."

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"Pweeeeaaase!?"

"No."

"Pretty please!?"

"No."

"Pretty, PRETTY please!?"

"No! And the more you ask the more I don't want to."

Blake told me after say no to making me some form of food a little over thirty times. Yes, I started counting. But I didn't start until about the fourth of fifth one, but since I'm not sure, I'm just going to stick to a little over thirty. It was two now, and I haven't ate since about six thirty when Evan decided to wake me with his extremely loud potty mouth, when he fell out of bed. He of course was able to fall back asleep right after. Let's just say he's lucky to not have a black eye, and no, it wouldn't be from the fall.

At this point though, I just don't feel like moving...even if food is involved. For some reason Elliot just can't seem to understand this. Whenever I try to use my lack of sleep as an excuse for him to make my food he just tells me that he doesn't care and rubs in my face the fact that he didn't get up until eleven. The luck well rested bastard.