Its one of those really hot days in July. My mom decides to take me and my 3 year old brother Eric out to the park. I love going to the park. Every 8 year old like me, Irene,loves to. My mom just got her vacation time. She ditched work for the last week of June but she gets all of July off, and for some reason, she brought us to GERMANY! Canada to Germany. Seriously?? Obviously, we're here. Anyway, we are sitting at the park. I'm doing what I usually do when I'm totally ignored by my own mother, read a book. I'm only 8 and I already read medium sized chapter books. I'm babbling, ain't I? Sorry. Lets get back on track. We have been in Germany for about a week. We come to this park everyday. It hasn't rained once. I thought this was going to be like any other day here, mom chases Eric around and I sit and watch or read my book. It wasn't the same as any other day.
I was reading (no surprise there...) and I just happened to look up at my mom. Shes pushing Eric in the baby swing (don't ask why, I don't know either), and a boy of about 14 with short black hair and his long bangs pushed over to cover one of his chocolate brown eyes...(*ahem* sorry again),comes up to my mom and starts talking to her. " Hi," he said in English, "I'm Bill Kaulitz. I live down the street from you guys." (Did I mention that mom is renting a house here?) Bill held out his hand and my mom shook it. "Hi Bill, I'm Dawna. Its good to meet you." Bill noticed that mom had bags under her eyes and looked around, catching my eye. He smiled at me and turned back to my mom. " Is that your little girl?" He asked, pointing to me. I blushed. Don't know why, but I did. My mom looked to see where he was pointing and nodded her head. "Yes , she is. Why do you ask?" He looked at me again. "Well," he said hesitantly " I was just wondering if i could take her off your hands for a while. You look very tired, thats all." Wow, those words came out fast. Now usually my mom wouldn't leave me with a compleat stranger but, I think her tiredness took over. She looked over at me and just nodded her head at Bill. She took Eric outta the swing and gestured to Bill to follow her.
"Irene, I want you to meet somebody" mom said. I looked up and saw Bill standing beside my mom. I got a better look at him now. He was the singer of that band everyone was talking about. What was the name of the band again? Tokio Hotel? "Interesting. I'll have listen to one of their songs," I thought. "Hallo Irene," he said with a smile. I hid a giggle with a cough from his accent. We didn't meet much people here yet so I really didn't know what a German accent sounded like. I thought it was funny. "Hi" I mumbled quietly, sticking my nose back into the book. Bill looked at my mom who just looked at me and said "Irene, be a little bit more social please. I'm sorry Bill, shes a bit shy." Bill nodded his head and sat down next to me on the grass. I felt the blood rush to my face at his closeness. I kept my head down. "How about you hang out with me today?" he asked sweetly, "your mom is a bit tired." I shrugged my shoulders and looked at mom. She smiled this time, and nodded her head at me. I looked at Bill again. "Sure," I muttered. Bill looked at mom and a wave of relief washed over her face. She probably thought I was gonna put up a fuss about it. Bill stood up and said "Great!" I stood up after him and handed mom my book. "Can you bring this home for me?" She took the book and said yes and got in the car with Eric. I was left with Bill. I looked at my feet. He looked down at me and smiled. "I have to go get something at my house," he said, "are you hungry? My mom has candy..." That got my attention. "ok!" I said, my face lighting up. He giggled. I never heard a boy giggle before. It was funny.
As we walked to his house he asked about the friends I had back home in Canada. I told him about my best friend, Chassie, and my second, but equally as awesome, best friend, Darian. I only told him about those 2 because I knew if I told him about all my friends, I would start babbling. As he asked about the house I lived in, I tripped on a broken piece of side walk. "NEIN!" I screeched, clutching at my leg. Bill seamed to think it was funny that I had yelled in German. "Well, If I bring you back to your mom looking like that, I don't think that I'll be returning home," he said with a grin. He helped me up. I looked down at the lower part of my leg. "It's just scraped. I'm fine," I told him, as hard as I tried to hide my pain, it didn't seem to work. He just giggled again. "Sure you are," he said, "come on, you can make it. My house is the next one down. We'll get you a bandage there." I limped the rest of the way, turning every shade of red you could think of, with his arms around my shoulders. At that point, I realized something. I liked Bill. Alot.