Bill Kaulitz

bill and his twin brother tom; were born and raised in a quiet town of germany, bill swallowed by his passion of music and sharing his emotions through emotional lyrics followed his passion, dragging his brother along as his guitarist alongside two childhood friends , georg and gustav. there wasn’t clear hope for the band as they performed in lousy pubs, but they pushed through and soon landed a ground breaking single , with that they were pushed out of school, thrown around the world; their education desecrated quickly, sure they could tell you which fan was the prettiest but when it came to math they all went silent.

soon, a worried sick mother: simone, who was recently abandoned by a poor excuse of a husband couldn’t stand the sight of of tom and bills life wasting away, she clawed and begged until tom and bill finally agreed to take a break

tom went off to germany to go to a school and live with his dad, even if it wasn’t ideal, and bill went off to america to go to school and live with his mother, and it seemed all was going well, tom fit in easily, his streetstyle blending right in, he could relate with the boys in his school, bill..? not so much. he was teased and picked at for his style.. for looking to ‘feminine’ in the words of some insecure boys.

bill had a very unique but outgoing personality, he laughs too much and takes events less serious then he should, he could have someone venting to him and would start laughing if they said a word wrong, his day usually starts of with him practicing his slang of the day

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October 9th, 2008 -

bill slid out of bed like any usual day, feeling the usual comforting feeling of the carpet he had grown to know all too well when he was younger. he settled by his vanity, but he couldn’t build the courage to do his usual fluffy spikes. so he settled for a more flatter hair style, his black hair- streaked with white framing his face perfectly, he slipped on his usual attire, dark bootcut jeans, a fashionista belt and a button up black shirt

he sighed, mentally preparing for the day ahead of him

Simone: “Bill?? hurry up sweetheart.. the bus is here and you need to grab this breakfast!” his mother called from downstairs

the concern in her voice was inevitable, she knew it would be hard for bill to fit in; but she was proud he was being himself and unique.

bill quickly smudged on some eyeliner before walking down the stairs, lazily putting his backpack on

Bill: “morning ma..” he grumbled, his voice thick with his german accent, as he was still getting used to speaking english, despite being thrown around the world at a young age

his bus drive was like no other, listenting to his music

the day went by- he took the teasing comments like it had become a ritual- but how long could he keep doing that?- and now it was lunch- his least favourite part of the day, he’d usually sit on his own in the back- but wait? who was that? and why had he never seen her before? why is she alone?

bill pushed those thoughts aside before letting them return. he couldn’t just wonder his whole school year. plus.. it was a potential friendship in this lonesome town.

he slowly walked over. tilting his head

Bill: “ahm.. hallo? is it okay if i sit. with you?” he blinked curiously, feeling like this one interaction could be a spiral to a thousand.