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Chloe- I'll show you the whole movie sometime if you want to understand this story.  "It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.  Do wop do wop do wop!"  Hehehe. 

Dakki- That is the longest review I've ever had.  Yay for you!  Thanks for making it a good review.  My dialogue sucks I know, but I have these conversations in my do they turn out right?  Of course not!  Anyway, no Billie is not the prettiest girl in the world, neither is Beth actually, I just like her so I'm making her nice for now.  Hehehe.

Chap. 2

            Billie stood at the docks at 5 the next day and waited for Thomas.  He said 5, she hoped he wasn't one of those guys that led you on and then left you alone.  That would not be good.  She looked at the doorways to one of the warehouses that lined the docks.  Beth was there with her girlfriend Guiliaine watching.  Beth wanted to see this H.J. boy that Billie liked so much.  Billie looked down the road again and saw Thomas running up, still in his H.J. uniform. 

            "Why are you wearing rags?" Billie said, her voice cold.  He looked at his uniform and then at Billie.

            "I didn't have time to change, I went to the shooting range after school," he said.  "I'm sorry.  Wait, no I'm not sorry for protecting my country."  Billie's head snapped to look at his.  She stared at him with a stone hard face.

            "You're not protecting your country, merely helping Hitler kill our people," she said.  Thomas rolled his eyes.

            "Your stubborn aren't you?" he asked playfully.

            "More then most people you've probably met." 

            "Good."

            Thomas wrapped his arms around her and she flinched when the Nazi symbol touched her.  Billie's arms were crossed and she wouldn't embrace him.

            "Do you want to go to your house, it's freezing," Thomas asked shivering.  The day was 30 degrees.

            "There is no way in hell I will ever let you in my house wearing that."

            "Fine, we'll go to my house."

            "Alright."  Billie nodded to Beth and she and Guiliaine left.

            They walked in silence.  Billie kept throwing side-glances at him, trying to picture him in other clothes.  He seemed so different in his uniform; he seemed more uptight, less happy.

            Thomas's house was 2 stories, white with green shutters, nicer then most of the houses around.  He opened the door and motioned for Billie to enter first.

            "Mom, I'm home!" he called.  No one answered.  "She must be at the bar again," he mumbled.

            "Huh?" Billie asked absentmindedly.  She had been staring around at all the nice things Thomas had.  A marble front hall that led into a huge dining room with a table to seat 16, she was in awe.

            "Ah, nothing, come up to my room, I've got to change," he said after a minute.  Billie's eyes widened.  She'd never been in another boy's room before, except for her brother's, but he was gone now.  Thomas ran up the large staircase to the right and she followed slowly.  By the time she got to his room he had his other pants on and his shirt off.  Billie tried to divert her eyes, but it just didn't work, so she stared.  His chest was perfectly curved and his abs were defined celestially. 

            "Not very subtle are we?" he laughed when he noticed her captivated eyes.

            "No, we aren't." she answered.

            "Have a seat."  Thomas pointed to his desk chair.  He took a seat on his bed as she sat at his desk.  He didn't realize until then but he had left his journal open so he ran over and sat on it. 

            "What?" Billie asked.

            "Nothing, just, uh wanted to do this," he mumbled before kissing her sweetly.  Billie was suspicious but she didn't say anything, she just kissed back. 

            "Thomas!" a woman called through the house.  Thomas broke away and made a face.

            "Mom doesn't really like me to have girls in my room."

            "Thomas Michael Burger!" his mother bellowed coming in. 

            "Hello mother, this is Billie," he introduced, standing up and putting a hand on her shoulder.

            "Hello," Billie whispered. 

            "Hello dear, can you please leave for a minute?" his mother asked.  Billie got up and left, well, she stood outside the door and listened.

            "Thomas, who is she?"

            "She's a girl I met at the Bismarck."

            "At the Bismarck? Are you going there again?  I thought that ended when Peter left?"

            "I just needed to go back once, and then she came along, I didn't know."

            "Keep her out of your room, she's very pretty and I know how much you like pretty girls."

            "You think she's pretty you should see her sister."

            Billie's face got hot.  'Beth needs to die' she thought jokingly.  Whenever boys looked at Beth instead of Billie she said that to her sister as a way of saying that Beth needed to tell people she was a lesbian.  Of course she couldn't though, not all of the boys in the world could make Billie give her sister away. 

            Billie walked down the stairs and out the door.  She sat on the steps and looked up and down the street.  It was lined with houses like Thomas's all the same, nothing different.  Just like the children who resided in these houses.  Thomas had to be different though; she wouldn't let him not be. 

            Thomas ran down the stairs and looked around the hall before running out the door.

            "I thought you left," he said when he saw her on the step.

            "No, I should have but didn't."

            "What did you hear?"

            "Nothing, don't worry." 

            "Um, can I walk you home? It's cold and mom's going to kill me if I'm not a gentleman."

            "Alright, come on." 

            They began walking toward her house.  The day was getting dimmer.  Thomas grabbed Billie's hand as they approached a neighborhood full of H.J.s, Thomas didn't want something to happen to Billie. 

            "Hey Thomas, who's the girl?" Emilio asked as they approached him and some of his friends. 

            "She's my girl, Billie, this is Emilio," He introduced her to the boys in the black uniforms.  Billie reluctantly shook the other boy' hand. 

            "Did you hear?  Hitler's coming to school tomorrow to get some men to go to the army," Emilio said excitedly.  Billie looked from Thomas to Emilio.

            "Really? Do you think he'll let 11th graders join?" he asked, a sparkle in his eyes now. 

            "Am I really hearing this?" Billie asked suddenly.

            "What did you say?" Emilio said.  Thomas gripped Billie's shoulder.  She looked at him and he shook his head. 

            "Come one, we should get you home," he said almost pushing her forward.  "Bye boys, I'll see you tomorrow."  Thomas led Billie away from all the H.J.s.  Silence followed the conversations.

            "When did I say I was your girl?" Billie said breaking the awkward silence.

            "Um, I just thought, do you want me to ask?" that was the second time today that Billie had caught Thomas off-guard.  She was very unpredictable. 

            "Yes."

            "Will you be my girl?"

            "Yes."  Thomas smiled and took her hand again.  It was warm and dry, playing trumpet takes that toll on your hands.  His hands were rough and crisp with the cold air.  Holding and firing a rifle all day took that toll on your hands.  As they came to her home Billie stopped Thomas.

            "Write me."

            "What?"

            "If you go, promise you'll write to me."

            "Of course."

            "Just making sure."  Her doorstep arrived and they stood there like they had the night before.  Thomas smiled at her before kissing her cheek.  He left his fingers on her face. 

            "I promise, if I go I'll come tomorrow and see you as soon as I find out." 

            "Thomas, you are not leaving me with just a kiss on the cheek."  He smiled and kissed her lips, lingering long enough for her to be satisfied, but short enough to leave her needing more. 

            "I'll see you tomorrow," he whispered in her ear before walking away. 

            "Get in here now, I haven't seen you for an hour," Beth said opening the door, Guiliaine behind her.  Billie came in and sat on her favorite chair in the corner of the living room.  Even thought she had just met Thomas she still knew she would miss him if he left. 

            "What happened after we left?"

            "We went to his house. He changed and his mother yelled at him, he walked me home, found he can go to war, and then we kissed again."

            "Wait, he can go to war?"

            "Yes."  Beth and Guiliaine looked shocked.  "He's coming here tomorrow and I'll know if he's leaving." 

            "I think I'll go," Guiliaine said, kissing Beth on the cheek and running out of the house. 

            Thomas sat in his room thinking again.  He didn't do this much thinking about his actions usually, there was always time after you did what you did to think.  He sat on his bed and looked out the window toward the unlit street; it was that time of day just after it was too dark to see but before the street lamps turned on. 

            'It won't last if I leave, but I need to defend my country.  I'm going, I'll write maybe once a month, but not more.  It won't last,' he thought drifting slowly into an uneasy sleep. 

I didn't notice how short this was until right now.  Weird.  Anyway hope you like this chap.  Now review!  Kidding.  R&R if you like.  Thomas and Peter clones for anyone who reviews.

Kristan

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