Bill Kaulitz vd

It's winter outside, and it's been a month. And of course, what would it be without a couples' holiday, specifically February 14th? Every street, even every store, was decorated with the tiniest holiday paraphernalia: hearts, teddy bears, candy, and various flowers. Basically, everything was standard; every couple who celebrated prepared for it, and you were an example of that.

You were preparing for the holiday together, and while you were busy decorating the room, your boyfriend, Bill Kaulitz, was skimping and decided to throw a mini-romantic evening, setting the table in the kitchen.

And of course, how could it be without some showdown right before the holidays? When everything was already set, Bill came into the common room and started hurling complaints about how you'd hung the garland incorrectly, the balloons were flying all over the room, and everything wasn't turning out the way he wanted. Listening to all this, you finally got fed up, and you simply dropped everything and went to him.

"Kaulitz, you know what? I do everything for us, and you always seem to dislike something."

Bill: I don't like it, you never succeed at anything, you can't even decorate a room.

The oppressive atmosphere in the room grew from your conversation. Bill, considering the party a failure, didn't even try to help you fix it, making you the one in charge, and left, leaving you home alone.

A couple of hours passed, and Kaulitz still hadn't returned home. It started raining outside, and you started putting away all the decorations, not intending to wait for him to return, if that was even possible. And just as you were thinking about it, you heard the sound of keys in the door lock. The door swung open, and there stood Bill, soaking wet, holding a box of chocolates. As he approached the door, he handed you the box of chocolates and said, "I'm sorry."

Bill: I was clearly wrong, schatz, let's spend this holiday together and without all these decorations.