Once upon a time (Bill Kaulitz fanfiction)

Chapter 18

I was right. Here they were again, those freaking human-shaped mosquitoes. Whatever the specie, their names were all spelled the same:

P-A-P-A-R-A-Z-Z-I.

"Go away! I have nothing to tell you! For the last time, leave us alone before I call the police!" I shouted in vain as they kept on buzzing around us:

"Lola, are you involved in a relationship with Bill Kaulitz or is it just a cover to hide his homosexuality?"

"What ?"

"If it's not too personal, are you rather on top or bottom?"

"Huh ?!"

"What do your parents have to say about your affair with a celebrity? Were you a virgin when you met him?"

"Oh for crying out loud… !"

Luce and I'd try to escape from the swarm of journalists who seemed to have traded their sense of privacy and respect for a check. Anna, on the other hand, would always stay behind and slow us down, posing like a diva and smiling brightly at them, which would excite them, of course.

"You're Lola's sister? What's your name?"

"Over here, sweetie, look at the camera and hold still! Give us a sexy look!"

"Leave my friend's little sister alone, people! She's 12!" Luce would suddenly yell at them and pull Anna by the hand so brusquely she would stagger and almost fall.

"What the hell, Luce?" She'd whine when we'd finally lose them. "Let me go! They aren't being mean, they just want cool pictures of us! They'll make us famous!"

"Anna, honey, trust me. Good people are never famous with this."

"Why not?"

"Tell me," I'd then reply. "If you want to be famous, what do you wanna be most known for? Your drawings, or the fact that you like to wear Spongebob panties on Saturdays?"

Anna'd then immediately shush me with a crimson face:

"They're gonna hear you."

"That's exactly my point."

I couldn't believe Bill, Tom, and so many others celebs in the world had to deal with them every day for ten or twenty years –if not for the rest of their lives. I was also scared these idiots would show up at my school –or my new workplace- and get me fired.

"I dare them to even try." Luce said and cracked her knuckles with her fist.

This wasn't enough to reassure me, but it would at least make me smile because of how skinny Luce was: she was even thinner than Bill and Tom; even Anna could fight better than her.

When I went home, I was glad to see Bill had gone home and was connected: though we would continue to write to each other, we'd also both created an account on Skype and would use it on weekends. The only problem was that his computer's mikes were dead, so we would see each other on webcams but still had to type messages instead of talking. However, we were so used to writing now we wouldn't be that bothered. I smiled when I heard the familiar beeping call on my profile. I clicked on it and saw his gorgeous face smile at the camera. He was so used to them, he had even given me a tip: I just had to put my desk lamp at the back my computer-screen instead of the side, so I would get a good light without getting dazzled. I saw him bow his head as he started typing our usual greeting message:

"Hi! How was your day?"

Although I would often try to prepare myself before these kinds of calls, the journalists had made me rush home and I had arrived barely ten minutes before the call, so I wasn't at my best: