Bill Kaulitz

The heavy attic door slammed behind you. Bill was the first to approach the edge of the roof while you brushed the rusty dust off your hands from the metal ladder.

You dragged me here just to have a nice smoke? On the roof, the wind instantly caught your loose hair, tangling it. "Don't be such a bore," Bill snorted over his shoulder, taking a deep breath of the summer night air. "Look at the view..."

The entire city lay before you, as if in the palm of your hand. The light reflections shone like a scattering of artificial stars.

You caught up with the guy near the fence. The click of a lighter reached your ears. Smoke instantly hit your nose.

Do you really like it? an indignant question escaped his lips. View? Smoking. The stench is terrible...

Bill looked at the cigarette in his hand with interest, shrugged, and took another drag.

Try it and you'll find out. Kaulitz handed you a smoldering cigarette, and you winced automatically. One puff. No, I don’t really want to, you answered with disdain. Maybe a shotgun then? His brown eyes narrowed, and his lips immediately stretched into a sly smile. Shot... what?

Bill didn't hesitate. He took a quick drag and closed the distance between you in one step. His lips found yours with astonishing precision, kissing you. Some of the smoke immediately slid across his tongue, a warm, bitter taste...