Bill Kaulitz || Toll .

Bill's POV - 2006

God, I'm so tired of this boring routine. Home, study. Study, home. Nobody wants to be my friend because they say I'm weird and a "fatherless" kid. It's not fun being bothered about stupid things like that. But you know what? I heard there's a new guy at school. I didn't catch his name very well. He's been here for about two weeks and he has a fan club that follows the poor guy everywhere. If he goes to the cafeteria, they flirt with him; if he talks to a friend, they butt in. Maybe I'm just jealous, I'm not saying it's wrong, but come on, two weeks! That's a record time for those blonde idiots to have been chasing after someone. The young man comes through the classroom door. Not everyone is there yet since it's too early. He sits next to me, greeting me with a friendly smile. It's good that our desks are next to each other, so we can talk more and get to know each other better. I hope he's not a jerk like most straight guys tend to be. I watch as he places the straps of his backpack behind his chair and sits down. I look at him with interest; now that I notice, he has brown dreadlocks with blond tips, his style very similar to punk. He has an eyebrow piercing, his eyes are lightly made up with black eyeliner (not like mine), and he's wearing his high school uniform. It's the first time I've seen it look good on someone.

"Um...Hi, I'm Bill...and you? " I say politely, trying not to make him feel too uncomfortable. He turns around, smiling kindly. He has a mole on his cheek and...a few freckles. He looks cute.