Never Give Up Ch 9

Bill was excited and nervous to be going to the movies with Tom. The things that started going through his mind were 'What if someone sees us?' and 'What if they make fun of us?'. He started to panic. After a few minutes he started to calm down and look for a nice outfit to wear. Bill was pretty into clothes, he wanted to look himself for everything, even in a dark theater. As he was picking through his clothes, he realized that he hadn't told his mum yet, then realized she wasn't home yet. Since his mum was pretty loose, he just left a note on the counter in the kitchen.

'Mum, I'm going to see a movie with Tom. He will be staying over tonight. Love Bill'

He scurried back upstairs to go through his wardrobe. After quite a while of trying to find the absolute perfect outfit, he found it. A snug black shirt with a white skull on the front, some dark blue skinny jeans, and a pair of black tennis shoes. He examined himself in the mirror.

"Perfect." He said and nodded with approval, "Now, the makeup."

He opened his cabinet and pulled out a large eyeliner pen and applied a good load of eyeliner to the skin surrounding his eyes. He noticed that his hair was still perked up, then thought that having his hair that high in a movie theater may not be a good thing for anyone behind him, so he brushed some water through it, blew it dry, and straightened it. It was all black, the water had wiped out any of the remaining gold streaks that were left in. He looked in the mirror for a few seconds before walking back to his room and sitting on his bed. He lay there for a few minutes, then sat up and stared at the phone in anticipation, waiting for Tom to call.
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Tom was eating some Skittles when he noticed the time displaying on the kitchen clock.

"Shit! I have to call Bill in twenty minutes! I have to get ready!" he shouted to himself and bolted up the stairs.

"Uh. Pants pants pants pants.." his eyes searched the room, "pants!" he picked up the clean pair that were over the chair.

"Now...a nice shirt." He said to himself and started to look through his drawers. After about a minute he pulled out a black one with some sort of red logo on it. He held it up to himself.

"This should work." and he changed into it. "I should grab some money for food and tickets and stuff."

He went through his sock drawer for the money he kept in there. He shouted a 'Yes!' when he found a 20 dollar bill. He walked over to the phone to call Bill, who had probably already gotten ready an hour ago, and dialed the number. The dial tone rang for only half a time before Bill answered.

"Hello? Tom!?" the voice on the other side said shakily, but excited.

"Yeah, Bill. I'll be over to your house in a minute, then we can head to the cinema. We can decide what to see when we get there, okay?"

"Okay. See you!" Bill said and hung up.

Tom walked down the stairs with a smile on his face. He was excited to both see a movie with Bill and sleep at his house. It felt good to see Bill happy. He had never been very happy before. He grabbed his jacket and slipped out the door. His mum and dad could find out on there own where he was. He kicked a pebble and it his Bill's mailbox.

"Oops." Tom whispered quietly, and rang the doorbell.

Bill came to the door right away, once Tom saw Bill, his eyes widened. He looked really good. Tom all of sudden got to wishing he had made himself look better for Bill, even if it wasn't really his thing.

"Ready to go??" Bill said with a smile, Tom could see that Bill was trying not to jump up and down.

"Yeah! Come on. We don't want to miss...whatever, we're, uh, seeing." Tom said and grabbed Bill's hand and led him out the door.

They walked side by side all the way to the movie theater, which was about 10 minutes walking distance. They got to the ticket booth and Bill started to shiver. He hadn't thought of bringing a jacket. Tom noticed.

"Here, take my jacket. I'm pretty warm now." Tom said taking off his jacket and giving it to Bill. Bill started to blush as the giant jacket was put on him.

"Thanks." he whispered.

"What should we see? Oh I know! Scary Movie 5 is playing! That's a, uh, Scary comedy." Tom suggested to Bill.

"Oh okay. I didn't even know that a Scary comedy existed. But then again, I haven't seen that many movies." Bill trailed off.

"2 tickets for Scary Movie 5 then." Tom said to the lady in the booth, while sliding his 20 under the glass.

"Here you go sir" the woman said, and gave him the tickets and change.

They both started to walk into the theater.

"Looks like we have 6 bucks. Let's get some food!" Tom said and ran into the snack line, Bill followed close behind. "Medium popcorn?" Tom looked at Bill.

"Um. Yeah. Alright." Bill said and showed a toothless smile.

Tom paid, got the popcorn and started to walk into the hall where are the movies were showing. His eyes browsed the titles and he got to the one they were seeing. He motioned for Bill to follow him in.

"Wow. It's kind of crowded. Hey wait, there's a few seats up towards the toppish middle. Let's grab em before anyone else beats us to it." Tom ran up the stairs and Bill ran up too.

They sat down and started watching the previews. Tom turned off his cell phone, if he was going to get any calls, he knew they would be from Georg. About 20 minutes into the movie, Tom could tell that Bill was getting a little scared, so he put his hand on his knee and Bill calmed down. Throughout the movie, Tom didn't pay much attention to anything other than Bill. He found it adorable when he got a little scared or laughed at something funny. Before he knew it, the movie was over, they were out of popcorn, and Bill was a little pink from laughing so hard.

"I see you liked the movie." Tom said, a coy smile on his face.

"Yeah! I didn't think it would be good actually. It was pretty funny."

They waited for the aisles to clear up before exiting the theater. They walked out the double doors and Bill started going on about his favourite parts of the movie, since Tom didn't actually watch much of it, he just nodded with agreement to everything Bill said. They finally arrived to Bill's house. A car was in the driveway.

"Look's like my mum's home. Uhm. Come on." Bill said nervously, he felt guilty for not actually talking to his mum in person before leaving.

When they walked in, Bill caught his mum walking up the stairs.

"Oh. Hello boys. I was just getting ready to go to bed myself. I hope you two had fun." Simone said, with a little yawn.

"Yeah we did!" they both said, simultaneously, then giggled.

"G'night sweets." and she walked up the stairs.

"Sweets?" Tom said, and cocked a brow.

"That's just how she talks. She really likes you." Bill said, sitting on the couch.

"Oh does she?" Tom made a cheesy pose.

"Ew not like that sicko. That's my mum. Gross!" Bill stuck out his tongue.

Tom walked over to the couch and sat next to Bill.

"I had a good time. You ate most of the popcorn, but still a good time." Tom said, looking at Bill.

"Oh. Sorry." Bill said quietly and looked down.

"Naw naw. It's fine. I didn't know you could eat that much, actually." Tom smirked.

"Wanna go upstairs now?" Bill suggested shyly.

"Oh yeah sure." Tom got up and followed Bill up the stairs.

They got into Bill's room and shut the door quietly.

"Hey you have a computer in here? Let's listen to some music." Tom said, and walked over to the office chair and spun around.

"What do you like?" Bill said, controlling the mouse.

"Hmm. Samy Deluxe, you know. Rap, hip hop. You?" Tom glanced at Bill, he was getting dizzy and stopped.

"Well. Mostly Nena, but I like Coldplay and The Killers." Bill looked at Tom, who was now on the ground, trying to fight off the dizziness.

"Oh yeah, The Killers. I've heard them. Search 'Somebody Told Me', no offense, but I think it's my theme song now."

"Hmm." Bill said, trying to remember the lyrics, "Somebody told me, you had a boyfriend, who looked like a girlfriend that I had in Fe- Hey!"

Tom started to laugh.

"Not funny." Bill said to Tom, but played the song anyway.

"Yeah it is! Oh hey, do you have anything to wear to bed?"

"Um. Maybe." Bill got up and went through his pajama drawer. He found a long shirt, not as long as Tom's, but long enough, "Here, this was my Dad's, it's pretty big." he handed it to Tom.

"Thanks man. What uh. Happened to your Dad?" Tom said, biting his lip.

"He left." Bill said, in a gloomy tone.

"Oh wait I'm sorry."

"No no. I was only seven. I don't remember him much. No worries." Bill looked back at Tom with a smile.

Bill stood up and Tom started to take off his shirt. Tom wasn't uncomfortable with his body at all. Bill could see why, he wasn't extremely muscular, but obviously had visited a Gym before. Something Bill couldn't say. He looked down at his own body. Skinny and lanky. He started to feel a bit uncomfortable. He pulled out a shirt for himself.

"Okay done." Tom said, "Now you."

"Um. Turn around." Bill said shyly.

"Why?"

"Just turn around." Bill insisted quietly.

"Alright. Alright." Tom spun around.

Bill very quickly got changed.

"Done." Bill piped up.

"That was fast!" Tom said, stunned at Bill's changing speed.

Bill turned off the computer and started walking to the bathroom. Tom laid down on Bill's bed. Bill returned a minute later, with his makeup off.

"Hello mister pretty." Tom said, eyes closed.

"Um. Hi?" Bill laid down next to him.

"You want to know what I've noticed?" Tom said, looking at Bill.

"What?"

"I think everyone's jealous of you. You're basically perfect." Tom said with a smile.

"Really? I don't think-"

Tom stopped him.

"I think you are. Okay?"

"O-okay." Bill started to blush.

"What time is it?" Tom sat up, looking for a clock.

"Um." Bill sat up and glanced at his desk across the room. "1:30."

"Already? Well. I guess I am sort of tired."

"Okay. I'll get the lights." Bill got up and walked over to the switch, and got back into his bed.

"Goodnight Tom."

"Goodnight Bill." Tom held Bill's hand under the covers.

Bill started to smile. Tom couldn't see it. But he knew it was there.