Jealousy. ~CHAPTER TWO~

Bill sighed and tried to get comfortable in his plastic green airplane seat. Even though they were flying first class, the seats still were not as large as he had hoped they would be, and it was absolutely freezing on board. He was planning to catch up on his sleep, but obviously that wasn't going to be happening anytime soon, especially with someone's three year old son crying near the back. He turned to the left of him, and saw Tom with his headphones in his ears bobbing his head along with the beat of his limited edition playboy ipod. Glancing at the ipod, Bill saw I'm a Flirt - R.Kelly  flashing on the screen. "Tom". Tom continued moving to the beat, his eyes closed, oblivious that his brother was calling him. "TOM." Bill jabbed Tom in the arm hard, causing Tom to yelp at the pain and take the headphones out. "What the hell was that, Bill? I mean have you ever heard of just tapping me normally? Jeez, you can't just bother me when i'm in the zone and-" Bill rolled his eyes and interuppted his brother. "Tom shut up, I need to talk to you." Tom raised one eyebrow and turned his body so that it was completely facing Bill. "Are you okay?" Bill nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, just... I dunno, I feel like I'm going crazy." Tom shrugged and placed his ipod inside his carry on bag. "You have been acting a bit strange lately, and you're like always sleeping." Bill fiddled with his eyebrow ring nervously then glanced around himself to make sure that no one else is listening. "Okay, Tom, if I tell you this, you're going to think I'm mental." Tom winked. "I already do, bro." Seeing Bill's glare, he put his hands up in defence. "I'm kidding, don't worry. K. In all seriousness now, see how serious my face is? You can tell me, you know that you can tell me anything." He put his hand on his brother's forearm for a second, and smiled to let his Bill know he was being honest. Bill took a deep breath and started. "It's these dreams I keep having, about this girl."

Tom put his arms behind his head and leaned back. "Is that what you've been stressing about? I dream about girls all the time. Usually in bikinis." He rolled his eyes. Bill shook his head and moved some hair away from his face. "No, you don't understand. I dream about her everynight...and she's my perfect girl. She's everything I could ever hope for, personality and looks." Tom looked at him for a second then shook his head impatiently. "Wait...if you're telling me what I THINK you're telling me..." He paused and looked at his brother's serious face. "You've been sleeping more lately so you can see this imaginary girl more?" Bill's cheeks flushed a bit, it sounded so ridiculous when Tom said it. "Yeah, but I want to try and find her." Tom's eyes narrowed. "Bill, you must be kidding. She's just a figment of your imagination, she doesn't exist." Bill lowered his eyes and rested his chin on his knuckles. "No, I think she does, It's hard to describe... but I mean, come on Tom, you have no problem finding a girl to like, any blonde girl with big boobs and you're good to go, but I've been looking for a long time now, and I just want to find the one who's right for me." Tom sighed deeply and reached into the front pocket of his seat and noisily opened a bag of pretzels. "I know I'm going to regret this..." He popped a pretzel into his mouth and chewed it while he thought about the situation. "I'll help you find her."

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