Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot

Subject: Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot Fri Dec 24, 2010 8:26 pm

Holaz ladies (: I just got this random idea for a Bill oneshot so here you go. My stupid cheek is swollen and I look like a chipmunk. I couldn't even eat anything tonight on Christmas! >.< Sucks.
This oneshot might not seem so Bill-ish, i think, but there is a new found courage he has that you will see in the end. I'm getting better at these awkward intimate moments between my characters. :3
Hope you guys like it! Enjoy, & Merry Christmas! (:

Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot

“NO!” I screamed. “Please, please, please, Bill, can’t we watch something scary for once?” Bill, his brother Tom, and I were preparing for our annual Saturday movie night. Tom had already scarfed down an entire box of pizza and was starting on the next, and we were still deciding on a movie.

“I – agree,” Tom said through a mouthful of pepperoni pizza, not having any manners as usual. Swallowing, he added to his protest; “We always watch what you want, Bill. Let me and Katie choose for once!”

Bill sighed; setting the movie he had in his hands – Monsters vs. Aliens – onto the glass of the table and running his hands through his already messy hair. I secretly loved it when he didn’t look so much like a superstar. I actually felt like I had a chance with him when he looked like a normal – well, maybe not so normal, but close enough – man. Bill had his androgynous style which he liked very much, as opposed to Tom’s baggy rap-inspired wardrobe. But now, here, and every Saturday I could remember, I’d always liked Bill best like this. No makeup, and no hairspray, just sweatpants and an undershirt that revealed his slightly muscled arms, which I couldn’t say I’d never noticed. I was abruptly brought back to reality and out of wonderland by Bill’s long, annoyed sigh.

“Fine, but nothing scary!” Bill warned, turning back to glare at me playfully from my place on the couch next to Tom. My arms were locked around my knees and my head rested upon them as I fluttered my eyelashes innocently, a smirk playing across my lips.

“Sure thing,” Tom began, his expression identical to mine, “it won’t be scary, it will be horrifying.” I made sure to add the evil laugh after Tom’s statement, laughing at Bill’s frightened eyes.

“No.” Bill’s eyes were flooding with fear, worry, and something I wasn’t exactly sure of. “You guys are well aware that I despise those dumb horror flicks, and you know I’ll end up spending the night in your bed, Tom!”

Did I mention I was spending the night? My parents had finally agreed to let me stay as long as nothing went on. They weren’t worried about Bill as much as they were worried about Tom, but after assuring them a million times at the very least that Tom and I were just friends and that he was not interested in me – at least I didn’t think so – they let me go.

“Oh no you won’t. I think you’ve forgotten that Katie is spending the night with us. She can sleep in your bed, and we’ll all be happy.” Tom made a subtle reference to my not so little crush on his twin. I glared at him menacingly, but he only winked back, sending that signature cocky smirk in my direction. Bill didn’t seem to notice.

“I guess…I guess that’s not so bad.” Bill was finally giving in to mine and Tom’s ageless request. “As long as Katie is okay with it, I’ll watch your stupid movie.” He looked at me with those warm chocolate brown eyes, and all I could do was nod my head, dazed.

“Great! How about Paranormal Activity?” Tom got up from the couch and strolled towards the huge shelf of movies and CD’s the twins owned, grabbing the movie off the shelf. “That always freaks me out, no matter how many times I’ve seen it.”

“Works for me,” I agreed, shrugging.

“Whatever,” Bill plopped down onto the couch dangerously close to me as Tom put the disc in. My bare knee was centimeters away from brushing against the fabric of Bill’s sweatpants, and I couldn’t help but anticipate the surge of electricity that I knew would pass through me when Bill touched me if he got scared, which he probably would, knowing him. I didn’t know if he felt it too, but if he did it must not have affected him much.
Tom turned the lights off, giving the room a complete eerie feel to it, and I couldn’t help but feel a jolt of happiness rush over me when I saw Bill was already looking around the room and behind the couch, his hands firmly grasping the arm of it. This was going to be a long movie – not that I was complaining.

During the movie, Bill looked terrified. I watched him from the corner of my eye, and he was scared as hell. He jumped countless times, and covered his eyes at some parts even, but he never touched me. Not once. Not when the light was moving by itself, or when the girl was pulled out of her bed by her foot, and not through all the moments when Tom was having a laugh at his brother’s reactions. And it was killing me.

Touch him, touch him, my brain was screaming, but I couldn’t get my hands to release their hold on one another. Even if I could, I probably wouldn’t have had the guts to touch him.

It was such a long movie, and as much as I wanted to, I didn’t complain.

When it finally ended after what seemed like an eternity, Tom stretched his arms and yawned loudly.

“Goodnight, guys,” he said, getting up slowly from the couch and shuffling to his room, but not before sending me one last knowing glance which Bill once again missed. He was too busy looking around the room, although there was no point since what he was afraid of couldn’t be seen.
“I- I’m gonna go to- to bed now,” he looked like a wreck as he got up from the couch, going to the room opposite the one Tom went into. Just as his hand was touching the knob, I stopped him.

“Wait, Bill, are you gonna be okay?” I asked, worry obvious in my voice.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, I think so at least.”

Click.

Not exactly the answer I was looking for. I fell back onto the couch, feeling a bit cold in my basketball shorts and tank top now. I didn’t have a blanket, so I wrapped my arms around myself. I was going to ask Tom for one, but when I heard his soft snores I figured he might get mad if I woke him up. I could tell the light in Bill’s room was still on since I could see the bright glow coming from the keyhole. The sound of water running made me have the urge to go to the bathroom, and I swung my legs over the couch only to slam my ankle against the table, causing me to cry out in pain. I ignored it as best as I could, continuing my attempt to get up. I finally did, but when I took my first step, I stubbed my toe on the leg of the small coffee table. My luck was horrible today!

Any young person who wasn’t deaf would have heard my cries of agony, so it was no surprise when I heard the click of a door opening and I looked up to see Bill’s head sticking out of the doorway, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and a surprised expression on his face. He rushed over to where I sat on the floor, helping me stand and nearly carrying me back to his room, where he then hurried to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth.

When he came back out, he looked half annoyed and half concerned, but still asked me what was going on.

“I was going to ask you for a blanket, but- but then I slammed my ankle against the table, but I still got up but then I- I stubbed my toe against the table, too,” I babbled. “I don’t think your table likes me very much.” I laughed nervously, looking for some sort of understanding in his firm expression. He didn’t buy it.

I watched as Bill looked down to examine the unseen damage, but his reaction was not expected. He gasped lightly, and I looked down too, only to see a bleeding pinky toe and a large bloody gash on my ankle. I guess it would be hard for anyone to see something like that in a pitch black room. Bill grabbed my hand and led me to his bathroom, patting the counter. I hopped onto it easily, watching as he raided the cabinet for something to help me with. Or maybe he did buy it.

He popped back in front of me with a wet washcloth and a small first-aid kit. No words or glances were exchanged between him and I as he worked, until he was finished. When he was done, he looked up and smiled at me – the only thing I could do was smile back stupidly. I hated that he had such a strong, nearly gravitational, emotional hold on me, but at the same time, I loved it. So maybe I'm a masochist.

I was expecting Bill to walk away and shoo me out of his room now that his work was done, but what he did do I wasn’t expecting at all.
Bill still stood in front of me from my seat on his bathroom counter, which was quite untidy and scattered with male cologne and hygiene products with German labels I couldn’t read. His smile had disappeared, but as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes, I found something I’d never seen before. Not in the entire two years I’d known him, nor through all the secrets we’d shared. It was…new.

Bill’s warm hands landed lightly upon the skin of my knees, and stayed there. I nearly gasped at the shock, since I hadn’t been as prepared for it as I’d thought I was, but I was prepared at all for what happened next.

Ever so slowly, softly, Bill slid his hands up my legs. It wasn’t cold in his bathroom, in fact his room was warmer than the living room and maybe even hot, but my teeth chattered uncontrollably.

It didn’t stop him.

To say I wasn’t frightened at that intimate moment would be a complete lie, since I did think that he might not be who I thought he was, and for a split second I might have wished I’d listened to my parents when they said no the first time. But I didn’t complain. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. The only thing that was going through my mind, blinking, screaming to me and my conscience was that he was touching me.

It may sound utterly desperate and so maybe it was. I’d never been touched by a boy before, let alone like this. His hands reached my hips, and accidentally – or maybe not – pulled the fabric of my shorts along the way. He slid me closer to him, but not off, only so that his body was holding me against the counter him standing between my legs. I never thought I’d find myself in that position at all and never even thought about it with him. But here we were. I was only a few centimeters taller than him since I was sitting on the counter and he was a giant, so it was entirely too easy for him to close his eyes, and kiss me.

And when I say he kissed me, I can truly say he kissed me.

It started loving, and soft, and slow at first, but as the minutes…seconds…hours – who knew? – flew by, I was definitely not feeling chilly anymore. Our lips, tongues, teeth, even, tangled in a hot mess of short, sweet kisses. My fingers wove themselves through his hair, as did his into mine. My breathing was heavy, to the point I might have been slightly embarrassed, but so was his, and he didn’t seem to care, so neither did I.
The fireworks died down bit by bit, and soon enough we were back to where we started. I opened my eyes, to find his already open, and a big fat grin on the pink lips that had been kissing mine only mere seconds ago.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,”

I hope you guys liked it! I know it's not Bill-ish, but he's never exactly exposed his true feelings for short moments like that one, so yeah. Maybe it should have been Tom instead, but I gotta show some love for Billi too! :3 Sorry it sucks. :/

Subject: Re: Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot Sun Dec 26, 2010 11:53 am

I LOVEEEEEE IT!
You shouldve wroteeeeeeee it long ago cuz
FIRST you're a great WRITER i love every single one shot you have on the forum
SECOND I am in love with Bill Razz

So erm this wasssss sexy hexy and I kinda expect that from Bill.. i mean you cannot be an angel all the time, and he's TOM's twin, so there gotta be some transparent commons that we havent seen yet.
Greatt one! waiting for your next<3

Subject: Re: Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot Sun Dec 26, 2010 8:44 pm

hahahah xD
not YET... ;D
thanks so much! :3 <3

Subject: Re: Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot Tue Dec 28, 2010 4:01 am

WWWWWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVED IT!!!!! IT WAS SO FREAKING GREAT!!!!!!!!
All I can say is HATS OFF, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! I loved every single thing of it.
I agree with Sarah, you're a great writer, and, it's true, you can expect that from Bill, I mean, nothing is what it seems (that's my motto Razz

), for example, I look like an angel who wouldn't do anything bad and doesn't speak at all, but once you know me you realize you're wrong Smile

. Everyone tells me, first "Being with you is like being against the wall, you don't do anything.", and then is like "Gee, I didn't know you had a voice!" or "Now that you speak, where can I turn you off?".
btw, I need help. I started writing a fic (first one) and it's about Tom, but I don't know how to call the girl who would be Tom's crush and doesn't know anything about him. So, I would really apreciate if someone could help me with some cute but yet sophisticated name for my character. Smile

random moment...

Subject: Re: Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot Tue Dec 28, 2010 8:10 pm

lmao xD
well thank you!! <3
how bout.... nicole? Very Happy

*flutters eyelashes innocently*
nah lol jk... hm...
Charlotte? and for a nickname, char?
oorr... maeve?
meh, i have trouble choosing names for my characters xD

Subject: Re: Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot Tue Dec 28, 2010 8:24 pm

Charlotte! I love that name. I don't know why, but I always loved it. Okay, I think I'll use that one, thanks.
Yeah, trying to find a name that would go with the character's personality, when I had to write something for English class, I couldn't find a name so I was like "Oh, it's just a short story, who cares?" Razz

Subject: Re: Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot Tue Dec 28, 2010 8:28 pm

xD glad i could be of assistance (:
lol xD

Subject: Re: Touch .:: A Bill K. Oneshot Tue Dec 28, 2010 8:34 pm

yeah, thanks to you I'll robably start posting it soon, here Smile

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