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Post by Stasya ♥ on Sept 3, 2009 16:32:49 GMT -5
This is my third fan fan fiction. It is a Tokio Hotel just like the other two before it. My first two fan-fic's were on my laptop and got erased after my hard drive crashed this past summer. I will be putting You're Automatic To Me up in parts. You know, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, etc. If you guys want to comment any of them, quote the the part you are commenting please; it makes things easier for me and is a bit more practical. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!!
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 1, 2009 21:10:49 GMT -5
I finally convinced myself to tear my concentrating gaze from my homework to my clock on the other side of the room. The digital red numbers read almost 3 am. I ran a pale hand through my long, straight, dark brown hair and yawned. My hazel eyes glanced over the paper I had to write for my English class and I shook my head. It was only Friday night and I had just gotten this homework assigned today at school but I hated leaving these kinds of things for the last minute and putting them off, even though that's what I did for just about everything else under the sun. "Hey, how about finally going to bed?" My brother pulled his head out from under his pillow, squinting his blue eyes from the light. "Sorry, Skye." I shut my light off and stumbled to my bed, trying to see in the dark. I pulled the sheets and my comforter up to my chin and yawned. "Hey Skye?" "Yeah, Mandy?" Skye pushed his black and blond hair from his bright blue eyes but it fell back into its place stubbornly. I curled into a ball. "Can we go shopping tomorrow? We need groceries first off and I just want to go." Skye chuckled and buried his head into his pillow. It muffled what he said. "Can you repeat that?" I asked, trying not to laugh. "I GUESS SO," he repeated louder, throwing a pillow at me from his bed on the other side of the room. It was quiet for a while before I could hear him snoring lightly and mumbling in his sleep.
My eyes hesitantly opened as the sun poured into my bedroom. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and looked at Skye's bed. He wasn't in it, which didn't strike me as surprising; he was definitely a morning person. I grabbed a clean outfit from my closet and walked into the bathroom. I showered quickly and got out. Pulling on my dark blue skinny jeans and black Green Day shirt, I was debating over just finishing my homework or going shopping like I wanted to. "I have the rest of tonight and all of tomorrow to finish that stupid paper," I said to myself, nodding slightly. I brushed my hair and put on the slightest bit of eyeliner before walking back into my bedroom. I ravaged the messy bedroom for my cell phone and wallet, killing fifteen minutes before I finally found them. I slid on my black and red Converse and walked out the door. I strolled down the sidewalk for about a mile, enjoying the nice fall breeze, before I walked through the doors of the Target. It was surprisingly empty for it being so early in the afternoon on a Saturday. I grabbed a cart and walked through the aisles searching for groceries. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted it; the Starbucks. I half smiled and pushed the half full cart over to it. I let my phone with the cart, hoping to be quick to get my drink so I could get back to my shopping. I ordered a Caramel Frappuccino with extra caramel and paid. The moved out of the way so the guy behind me could order. It wasn't long before my drink was ready. "Sanders," the man making the drinks called, setting my drink on the counter. I grabbed it and grabbed a straw and some napkins. "Kaulitz," the man called, setting four drinks now on the counter. I looked at the boy who had been behind me but has just been leaning against the wall while he waited walk over to the counter to get his drinks. I smiled, he was pretty cute. I looked from him over at my cart, only to see someone try to casually walk away with it. I didn't care so much about my cart as I did my phone; it had everything I needed on it. A squeak escaped my throat as I ran to stop the cart-stealer and tripped over my own feet, flailing into the cute guy. The lid to my drink popped off and spilled everywhere. "No. Nooo," I mumbled, covering my face with my hands and shaking my head. Not only had I just publically humiliated myself in front of an extremely hot guy and the rest of Target but my phone and groceries had just been stolen. The boy stood up and dusted his pants off, offering his hand and helping me up. "Are you alright?" he asked with a hint of a German accent weaved in his speech. I shook my head. "No," I mumbled, looking at my shoes. "My cart was just stolen and I just humiliated myself." He chuckled. "It's only a cart. And public humiliation only last as long as you let it. How about I get you another drink?" I shook my head, still looking at my feet. "My phone was in that cart, though. Thanks but I'll get it myself." He grabbed my wrist as I turned to walk away. His hand was warm and it caused my heart to skip a beat. "No, let me. It's no problem and it seems like you need something to get your day going back down a good path." He pulled me back over to the cashier and made me order my drink again. We waited for them to make it. "My name's Bill." He smiled, which made me smile back and feel like my heart had melted. "N-nice to meet you," I stuttered, feeling my face turn red while I stared at his beautiful smile. "Kaulitz," the man called again. Bill walked back over to the counter and tried to grab all five drinks - his original four included - in his hands. I walked over and took two, "Here, let me help." He grinned, thick eyeliner rimmed brown eyes lighting up. "Thanks!" He led the way to a table where three other guys were sitting. "I think this is the strawberry banana smoothie and this is the mocha," he said putting the drinks down. He took the drinks from my hands and examined them. "Uh, I think this my hot chocolate and this is.... Uh, I think it's a vanilla frappuccino?" He giggled and set the drinks down before turning back to me, "And this is you're caramel frappuccino. Thanks for your help...?" "Oh! I'm Amanda. And you're welcome." I smiled sheepishly. "Amanda..." He smiled again. "Thank you, Amanda. As you already know, I'm Bill. This is my twin brother Tom; and these are our friends Gustav und Georg." Bill pointed each of the boys out when he said their names. Tom muttered something in what I thought was German (since they all had accents) to Georg, whom stifled a laugh and nodded as Tom smirked; Bill shot a glance toward them and rolled his eyes. He pulled a seat out and looked at me, "Would you like to sit?" I nodded and sat in the chair. He sat in the one on my right, Tom was to my left. I tore at the paper wrapping on the straw, not looking at any of them for fear I might say or do something stupid. I risked a glance to each of the four boys to get their looks down along with their names. Tom had black corn rows, Gustav had glasses and short black hair, Georg had long brown hair, and Bill had black and blond dreadlocks. "So Amanda," Tom said, cutting into my thoughts, putting an arm on my chair and leaning toward me, "Tell us about yourself." I blinked hard. "Well, uh... I-I have a big brother. He's 21 and his name is Skyler, but I call him Skye. We live with our mom and step-dad but Skye is really more like a parent than either of them. He makes sure I do my chores and my homework and all that." I shrugged. "Where's your real dad?" Bill asked; there was something in the look he was giving me, like he related to me in a way. I looked back at the paper I was shredding. "He... My dad died. In a car accident a few years back. It about killed my mom but..." I tried to shrug but my shoulders barely moved and I could feel the tears welling in my eyes before I was wrapped in a hug. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you sad," Bill said. He pulled back from his hug and sat down, scooting his chair closer to mine. "I and Tom's parents are separated and our mom remarried but our dad..." He pursed his lips not saying anything else. "I'm sorry," he said again, his eyes sincere. I shook my head, rubbing the back of my head over my eyes. "It isn't your fault... I was really little but I was really close with him. Bad things happen in everyone's life, though." I sighed. It was quiet for a long time as everyone sipped at their drinks and tried to think of something to say. Finally, Gustav said something: "Do you listen to Tokio Hotel?" I shook my head, brows pulling together. "No. My friend listens to them and she really loves them. I just haven't gotten the chance to yet. Why, are they good?" Georg made a face at Tom. Tom just looked at me and shook his head. "Hmm. You're going to have to come with us then," Tom smirked, standing up. "But. But but but..." I couldn't go with them. I mean, I really wanted to but... But what? I thought hard, trying to find an excuse as the four looked at me smugly. Shit, they know I don't have a reason, I thought frantically. "My brother! He doesn't know where I am and he'll worry." I pursed my lips to keep the relieved sigh back. Tom thought about that for a minute. "We'll explain it to him, don't worry," he said as he towed me along behind him with the others following. We walked up to a black Cadillac and Tom unlocked the doors. I stood outside the door he held open. It wasn't like they could force me into the car, right? Next thing I knew, I was being thrown over Georg's shoulder and carried into the car. He set me in one of the seats and buckled me in. I saw Bill standing outside the door waiting for Georg to take his seat so he could get in. Gustav was in the front passenger seat laughing at me. I huffed, crossing my arms. Bill sat next to me after Georg sat down on my other side; it was an extremely tight fit and I was sandwiched in between the two boys. Bill crossed his arms tightly over his chest, stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, and pulled his brows together frustrated. I looked at him, "What are you doing?" "Mocking you," he said, imitating my tone. I raised a brow at what he did and he did the same. I thought for a second as he made the same faces as me. I never realized what strange faces I made when I was thinking until I saw him mocking me. I snatched the plain black beanie from his head and stuck it under my thighs. "Hey," he hollered, trying to get it back. "Give that back!" The top few inches of his hair wasn't dreaded; it was more fluffy and soft. He tickled my ribs trying to get me to give the hat back. Georg soon jumped in and I was laughing so hard I was about to pee myself, tears streaming down my face. "Alright, alright! I'll give you your hat back, just stop tickling me," I managed to scream through my hysteric laughter. They stopped and Bill held his hand out. He grabbed his hand and turned it over, looking at his nails for a minute. I nodded then gave him back his beanie and letting go of his hand. Tom stopped the car and we all got out. We walked into the back of a building, through a couple hallways, and into a room. It looked like a rehearsal type of area; there were guitars, basses, drums, and microphones. Bill grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to a chair. "Sit," he said like he was giving a dog an order. I sat down and he pat my head, "Good girl. Now staaaay." He walked over to the lead mic and waited for the other guys to get situated. "What's this all about?" I asked, truly confused and curious. One minute we were talking about Tokio Hotel and the next I was being dragged into a studio. "Our band," Tom said, plugging a guitar into an amp. I nodded slowly, waiting him to say more but he didn't. "Okaaay? What does this have to do with Tokio Hotel?" Georg snickered. "That's us; we're Tokio Hotel!" "Oh..." Now I felt extremely stupid. I was hanging out with a sudden American obsession and I didn't even know it. I felt my face turn red and my ears felt hot. I jerked my head up when they started playing.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 1, 2009 21:11:42 GMT -5
"So.... What did you think?" Tom asked, sitting on the couch next to me and putting his arm over my shoulder. I thought for a minute. "You're really different. But in a good way! I love it." I smiled and looked at the approving and satisfied smiles of the other three. Bill sat on the arm of the couch and turned to face me and Tom, putting his shoes on the couch cushions. "What song did you like the most?" I blinked. I didn't know the names of the songs. "I really liked the one where you sang 'There's no real love in you, why do I keep loving you?' I'm gonna guess it was called Automatic since you kept repeating it? I think I liked the other one the best though: 'Hello, the end it's near, hello, we're still standing here, the future's just begun on the dark side of the sun'," I sang. I froze, ducking my head at the faces they made. They looked completely stunned. "Sorry, I'm not very good at singing." "Who the hell told you THAT?!" Gustav blinked. "Whoever they are, they're full of sh-" "You're fantastic," Bill exclaimed, grinning widely. "Who could ever think you aren't a good singer?" I shrugged, looking at the floor. "No one. I don't sing in front of people." "But you just did," Tom stated. He planted a kiss on the top of my head before getting up and walking out of the room saying a quick, "Be back in a minute." I raised a brow and looked at the other three, "He's a bit confident, isn't he?" Bill bit his lip and nodded slightly. "Can you do me a favor and move this way a little bit?" He motioned for me to scoot closer to where he was sitting. I did and he got up and sat beside me, with the arm of the couch on my other side. "Tom's a bit of a... Well, he isn't a real relationship kind of person." He looked at me to see if I understood. "He'd rather just be with a groupie or something." I furrowed my brow. "Okay but I don't see how...- Oh. Oh! You mean he...?" I shuddered. "I think I'm going to keep my distance from your brother," I muttered, looking at Bill. Bill smiled slightly. "Keep your distance but don't completely avoid him. Tom is a really great guy but he'd rather just get what he wants from a girl and be done." He shrugged. "We're boring though. Tell us more about you." Georg smirked. I made a face at his first sentence but rolled my eyes. "Okay, there's my 21 year old brother Skye who is more like a parent than my mom or step dad. He's a bi and his last serious boyfriend just cheated on him so they broke up. Skye was really torn up since they had been going out for two years. My step-dad, Shawn, is a real jerk and he really changed my mom. I hate him. My mom, Melody, is sort of just a shell of who she used to be. She isn't really my mom anymore than any of you are. What more is there to say?" I looked around, not really sure what else to say and hoping one of them would ask a question. "I said tell us about you, not about your family," Georg stated sarcastically. I giggled and thought for a second. "Well, I'm a sophomore in high school. Music is my life pretty literally; my favorite band is Green Day. I just turned 15 and got my-" "You're only 15?" Gustav shot a glance to Bill before looking back at me. "Wow. You just seem a lot older." He shook his head. I looked up as Tom walked back into the room. He stopped mid-step and glared at his twin brother. Bill just smiled innocently, once again making my heart melt. "Oh, crap! Do any of you know what time it is?" Tom sat down in a chair. "It's a little after 3 pm," he replied, looking at his watch. "Why, got a boyfriend you need to get home to?" He snickered. I shook my head standing up. "No but my brother will be wondering where I am and why I probably haven't replied to any of his calls or texts." I straightened my shirt and sighed. "Can someone drive me home?" Tom was on his feet in a split second. He twirled his keys on his index finger and wrapped an arm around my waist as he dragged me out. "Don't wait up," he called teasingly to the others. I turned back only to catch a glimpse at a worried looking Bill. I climbed into the passenger seat of Tom's car. I strapped up and sighed, closing my eyes tiredly. Today as extremely tiring and I hadn't gotten much sleep to start with; I was starting to feel the beginning of what could be a nasty headache coming on. "Where am I taking you?" Tom put the key in the ignition and revved the engine. I told him my address and he nodded smiling, "That's not far from where we're staying for the next week and a half. 3 or 4 blocks maybe." He looked at me and bit his lip piercing before pulling away and heading toward my house. It was a rather quiet drive, for which I was thankful since I was definitely right about the headache. Tom stopped the car. "So... Maybe we'll see you around?" I cracked one eye open and looked at him, shrugging slightly. "Maybe. But, if not, it was really great meeting you guys and hearing you play. Tell the others I say thanks." I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid out of the car. I started walking up to the house, my head throbbing, when something bounced off my back just between my shoulder blades and Tom sped off. I turned around and looked at the paper wad on the ground. I picked it up and opened it, smiling and resisting the urge to laugh when I realized it was his cell phone number. I folded it and slid it into my pocket, walking up to the door. I walked in and rubbed my temples. I could hear the television on as I walked into the kitchen and took the bottle of Aleve out of the cabinet. I headed toward the living room, which was also where the stairs up to the bedrooms were, "Skye?" At the top of the stairs stood Skye, he was waving his hands frantically and shaking his head, eyes wide. But it was too late; Shawn grabbed my shoulder and flipped me around, shoving me into the wall. I yelped as pain shot through my shoulder. "Who the fuck was that who dropped you off?" he demanded. "A-A friend," I said, looking at my meek mother standing behind him. She looked more ghostly, like she wasn't actually there. "Oh yeah? He's just a friend, huh?" I blinked and made a face. "Right, yeah, he's my boyfriend," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes. He slapped me across the face and my head throbbed; I began to feel extremely light headed and like I might throw up. "Don't you back sass me you little bitch," Shawn barked. I held my hand to the side of my face, opening and closing my mouth. "Alright, I'm sorry!" He smacked me again, but this time he hit the opposite side of my face and higher. My eye now throbbed worse than my head and I covered it, resisting the urge to scream in pain. "Did I tell you to say anything?" I just shook my head, my stomach heaving and I knelt down. Shawn kneed my in the stomach, not hard but enough to make me vomit. "Shit, you little fucker," he roared as I ran upstairs to the bathroom, feeling like it was going to happen again. I threw up in the toilet, only catching the end of what Shawn was screaming to me: "Clean yourself up then get your ass down here and get rid of this mess or you aren't coming to dinner!" I knew it didn't matter if I cleaned it up or not, I was going to dinner with them. I flushed the toilet and stood up to look at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. My eye was taking on a dark, bruised look and my cheek on the opposite side of my face was dark red. I saw Skye's reflection as he walked into the bathroom. He sighed and shook his head, "Are you okay, Mandy?" I shook my head, opening the bottle of aspirin and swallowing about six. I really wasn't worried about overdosing, my headache kind of over ruled death at this point. I was almost wishing my head would just explode already but then Shawn would probably find someway to bring me back to clean up the mess. I rinsed my mouth out and headed downstairs; Skye stopped me and pulled me into a hug. "Just go get ready; I got it done for you." I smiled weakly and walked into our bedroom, him following. "Do you know where we're going?" I asked, looking at my closet. "Somewhere fancy," he said with a shrug, pointing to a sweater I had in the back. It was a black fleece sweater that barely came to my bellybutton and was rather tight. I laughed and took it out, "Do you want Shawn to kill me?" Skye shook his head but was smiling.
We stood waiting with a couple other groups of people in the lobby type area of the restaurant. It was freezing and my sweater being so low cut didn't help me one bit. Skye walked over and stood behind me, wrapping me in a bear hug to try and keep me warm. A new group of people walked in and I groaned since they were the same size as us and seemed they would be able to get the table first since they slid an extra $20 to the waitress. I titled my head back and closed my eyes. My head still hurt but not as bad, but I just wanted to go to bed since I felt a little loopy from the drugs. "Amanda? Wow, is that you?"
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 1, 2009 21:12:20 GMT -5
My eyes snapped open at the familiar voice and it felt like all of my problems had disappeared. I stared at the man in front of me and my jaw dropped, "H-hey guys. Wow, don't you four look fancy?" Bill smiled and raised a brow, looking me up and down, "I could say same for you." His eyes lingered on my face and he cocked his head. "Whoa, what happened to your face?" Tom asked, rubbing the red mark on my cheek with his thumb then my black eye. I just shook my head, "I just had an accident, that's all." I looked at my dad whom hadn't noticed me talking to these four attractive young men. "Maybe we can all sit together,” Georg suggested, smiling. I shook my head, looking at Skye then to the boys, "Can't. I'm here with my family." They frowned but didn't argue with me, thank goodness. Bill looked at Skye curiously, "Who's he?" Skye grinned, "The name is Skye. I'm only the best big brother in the world." I laughed, making Shawn look over at us. He suddenly looked like he was ready to storm over to me and try to throw me across the room but he just sat there glaring at me. I cringed back, holding tighter onto Skye for protection and looking back at Bill. "I really wish you could sit with us, though," I muttered, shuddering at my step-dad's glare. "Well, maybe you can come hang out with us after dinner?" Bill looked hopeful. I thought about it, weighing how I knew Shawn would beat me if I said yes and how I might not see these guys again if I didn't take the chance while I had it. "She'll go," Skye answered for me. I just looked at him in shock and worry. "Don't worry, we'll figure something out," he whispered to me. I just stood there shaking, worried about how Shawn would react. "Trumper," the waitress said, looking at Bill, Tom, Gustav, and Georg. I titled my head, "Is that Gustav or Georg?" Bill chuckled and shook his head, "Nope, that's me and Tom." I was ultimately confused. "I thought your last name was Kaulitz?" Tom nodded at me. "It is but we told you our parents are separated and our mom remarried. His last name is Trumper so our last name is Kaulitz-Trumper," he whispered in my ear so no one would hear. Though, I also think he whispered just to be flirtatious. I nodded, trying my hardest not to giggle so Shawn wouldn't react. Tom kissed my cheek and he walked to the table with Georg and Gustav. I looked at Bill and smiled. "I guess we'll see you after dinner," he smiled, following the others. Skye waited until they were sitting in their booth before he said anything. "Ooh, Mandy has a boyfriend!" I blushed, ducking my head. "N-No I don't. I haven't the slightest idea what you're talking about." He snickered and I watched him roll his bright blue eyes. "Yeah, whatever! Tom looked ready to fuck you right here," he said, snapping stupidly. I burst out laughing, remembering what Bill had told me. "I don't think you know just how true that statement is," I murmured, making sure to be quiet since Shawn was really on edge now. "Sanders," a waiter called, looking through the group of people. Mom and Shawn stood up and me and Skye joined them as the waiter lead us to our table. It was extremely close to Bill's booth. How convenient, I thought sarcastically as I sat down, facing my back to the boys. Shawn sat next to me, "Who are they?" I looked at my menu, trying to keep from shaking. "Just some people I know," I muttered after a minute. Shawn grunted and said something under his breath but looked at his menu. The waitress came and took our drink orders while we decided on our meals. Shawn excused himself to the bathroom; as soon as he was around the corner, something bounced off the back of my head and I heard the guys’ stifled laugh and they shushed each other. I turned and looked at them, Tom gestured to a wadded up paper napkin on the ground behind me. I picked it up, unfolded it and read it. We're going to a bar after dinner. Are you okay with that? I searched for something to write with but came up with nothing. Just then I felt a pen hit the back of my head and the four boys behind me went into a riotous laughter for a little while before shushing each other and stifling their laughter. I reached back and pulled the pen out of my hair, trying not to laugh myself. "I guess that's alright," I wrote before wadding the napkin back up, attaching it to the pen, and tossing the objects back to the guys. I read what they had written: So we'll meet you in behind the building after you're done eating? I thought for a minute and looked up as Skye watched me. He was waiting for me to write my reply to them. He shook his head and wrote park on the table with his finger. I nodded. "No. There's a park by my house. Tom, it's about two blocks down the street from my house. I'll meet you guys there after I get home." I tossed it back and waited, watching the area where the restrooms where since Shawn should be coming back any minute. Okay. Talk to you then! I smiled and turned, nodding at them. I tucked the napkin into my pocket and tossed the pen back as I saw Shawn coming back to the table and the waitress right behind him. We ordered our food and I waited as each minute ticked by slower and slower. [ FF TO AFTER DINNER ] We shuffled out way out the door, all tired and stuffed. Conveniently enough, the four guys were right behind us. One of them caught up and put a hand on my lower back. I turned to see, to no one's surprise, Tom. He grinned at me and we kept walking. I walked to our car as they walked to Tom's black Cadillac. "Bye guys! See you around," I called, hoping to keep Shawn's suspicions low. They waved back and got in their car. I climbed in and strapped up, closing my eyes and leaning against the back of my seat tiredly. Next thing I knew, we were back home and Skye was about to pick me up. "Whoa, hey," I laughed. I got out of the car, dragging my feet. A Cadillac drove down the street and I made sure not to smile as it did. Skye lead me into the house and we all sat on the couch, yawning. "Well, I think it's time for bed," Shawn said, noticing how tired we all were. I nodded slowly, leaning my head on Skye's shoulder. Skye laughed and pulled me to my feet, "Come on Mandy Manderson; let's go to bed." We headed up to our room as mom and Shawn went to theirs. "Night," me and Skye said, closing our door. I sat on my bed and began to take off my shoes. "Uh, what do you think you're doing?" Skye raised a brow. "I'm going to bed," I said, slightly confused. "I thought you were going to hang out with those guys from the restaurant." I blinked then jumped up, pulling my shoes on again, "Oh my god, I forgot already!" I brushed my hair and teeth, and then looked at Skye. He looked at me for a minute then smiled, giving me the thumbs up and opening the window. "I won't wait up for you," he whispered, snickering, as I climbed out the window and down the steep roof. I giggled and jumped to the ground, tiptoeing across the lawn until I was in the neighbor’s front lawn. I began to jog toward the park and was there in a few minutes. I looked around until I saw shapes moving at the play ground. I walked over to it and smiled. Bill was on a swing, Tom was going across the monkey bars, having to bend his knees so his feet didn't touch the ground, and Gustav and Georg looked like they were fighting over who was going to go down the slide first. I laughed and walked over to Bill. "Haven’t you guys ever been on a play ground before?" I asked, watching all four of them. They looked like they were having a complete blast. Bill just swayed forward and back, not going very high, "Of course we have. We just haven't been to one in a really long time." I nodded and shivered, wishing I had remembered to grab a jacket. Bill tilted his head, pulled off his jacket, and handed it to me. I smiled and put the jacket on, "Thanks." Bill smiled at me and stopped swinging but stayed seated, "Bitte shon." I could only assume that was German for "you're welcome". We were quiet for a long time and I just listened to the other three guys laugh and fight like little kids over the zip line. Bill titled his head again, "Do you want to swing?" I slowly began to nod, not sure why exactly he had asked this. He grabbed my hand and pulled my closer to him; I waited for him to turn me around to sit on his lap but he kept me facing him. I gulped and sat on his lap, one leg on each side of his waist and our faces only inches from each other. His breath smelt good and I resisted the urge to lean forward and just take him in. Bill leaned back and forth as we gained a little momentum. I gasped as we got a little higher and I almost fell off, wrapping my arms around Bill's neck and pulling myself closer. I leaned back to take in his expression, expecting him to have an awkward and plastered smile; but he was just grinning, his eyes glowing and I could only smile in return. He slowed our swinging until we were at a stand still, just looking at each other's eyes. "You have the prettiest green eyes," he said, smile growing. I blushed and was thankful for the darkness. "I think you have the most gorgeous brown eyes. Until this morning when I met you, my brother's eyes come took an easy first," I admitted sheepishly. He just examined my face like he was memorizing a very important piece of information. He put his warm hands on the side of my face and pressed his lips to mine. I hadn't realized that I couldn't hear the others guys until they whistled and clapped. Bill smiled into the kiss but didn't pull away.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 1, 2009 21:13:08 GMT -5
I snuck into the house quietly, a large grin on my face; I don't think it was ever gonna go away! I heard someone and figured it was Skye, wanting an update about how my night had gone since it was almost 5 am. "Skye?" I whispered his name. I felt someone grip my throat tightly and pull me into the living room before I was thrown backward to the couch. The corner of the table caught on my jeans and tore them, also cutting a huge gash down my calf. It stung and I cried out, letting a few sobs out before I locked the rest in my throat. I could feel the warm blood trickling down my leg. The light snapped on and there stood a furious Shawn, his face redder than his hair. I wiped the tears from my face quickly. "What are you whimpering about you little fuck?! I haven't even done anything to your sorry ass yet!" I shuddered and looked away, fear devouring my entire body as I shook. He picked me up by my arm, squeezing hard, and literally dragged me into the kitchen, throwing me into Skye who was scrubbing something off the floor, and we both smashed into the corner of the wall, yelping. I looked at Skye; there was dried blood on his face. It was coming from somewhere high on his head under his hair and the corner of his mouth. His arms were bruised and so was his face. I looked at where he had been scrubbing; it was a faint red stain. Blood. I cringed into Skye and he wrapped his arms around me protectively. I was shaking so badly that I could barely breathe and my vision was blurred. I looked at my step-father and he towered over us, and then closed my eyes, burying my face in Skye's shoulder. I jerked up screaming loudly; almost immediately, Skye covered my mouth and hugged me, stroking my hair. "It's okay, baby. He's done, he's gone," he assured me. I just sat there, shaking and sobbing hysterically. My whole body hurt and there was a single part of me that wasn't bruised or cut. "Skye," I sobbed, clinging tighter to him. He was shaking slightly but he just held me, rock me slowly. "It's okay. Just lie down and go back to sleep. I won't let him hurt you anymore." Even I could tell that was said only half-hearted. Skye didn't want anything to happen to me but our step-dad was a lot bigger than Skye was. It was then I remembered how he had grabbed our pillows and a couple of blankets, carrying my limp and sobbing body into the bathroom. He could barely keep himself up and it had amazed me how he could carry me and our things into the bathroom before collapsing on the floor and locking the door. I lay down, curling in a ball at Skye's chest. I couldn't stop shaking and my fond memory of last night seemed like a distant memory, or even a desperate dream. I closed my eyes and forced myself to go to sleep. "Fuck off, asshole! I'm not opening the goddamn door!" I woke up to Skye screaming and pressing himself against the bathroom door. We were cramped inside the small room but it was the only room with a lock besides mom and Shawn's bedroom. I heard mom's weak voice croak something and I opened my eyes. "Why, so that bastard can get a hold of us again? Fuck you!" Skye had never talked like that to anyone before, especially not mom; it scared me. I sat up, wrapping a blanket over my head and shoulders, shaking badly. It was then I realized I was in my pajamas, a light blue spaghetti strap tank top and hot pink shorts. I listened as mom said something else and Skye pressed his ear to the door. "Yeah, just go to work. Can't support a family with no money," Skye barked sarcastically. It was quiet for what felt like a million years before the front door slammed shut and a car screeched down the road. Skye turned around and finally saw me, his eyes wide with surprise. "Did I wake you up, baby? I'm sorry," he said reaching out to hug me. I pulled away, "J-j-just d-don't touch m-me... Puh-pl-please." Skye frowned, his eyes hurt, but he stayed back. We both sat in the bathroom quietly; I had the blanket wrapped all the way around me like a cocoon. I screamed and popped my head out from the blanket as the door shook. Skye had his hand of his heart, looking at me with the door open. "Holy shit, you just about gave me a heart attack," he murmured. He helped me to my feet and we walked into our bedroom. He took my luggage bag from the closet and tossed it onto my bed, beginning to grab my clothes and stuff them into it. I swayed back and forth, shaking with the blanket wrapped over my head and draping down to the floor. "Are w-we going somewh-where?" Skye stopped what he was doing for a second to look at me before stuffing more of my clothes into the suitcase. "You are. I called Tom last night since you had his phone number on a paper in your pocket and told him you were going to come and stay with them for a while. I didn't tell him why, I just said that it was a temporary situation that called for his help. Of course, he wasn't at all hesitant in agreeing with letting you stay." He said something to himself and shook his head. He closed the suitcase and led me downstairs to a car that was waiting outside. "Thank God for Aubrey," he muttered, getting into the car and pulling me onto his lap. The key was already in the ignition and we were on the way. "Wh-where are you gonna g-go, Sk-kye?" I asked, more worried about him than myself. He didn't answer me and I shook harder. He pulled into a hotel parking lot and we got out. He grabbed my bag and kept me under his arm protectively as we walked into the building and walked into the elevator. We waited as it went up to the tenth floor and opened, walking out hastily and going to a room. Skye pounded his fist on the door and waited about five seconds before repeating the hostile action. It made me cringe and shake even harder. Tom jerked the door open, only wearing a pair of pants, "Jeez, am I allowed to put on my fucking pants before I open the door?!" He looked at me, worried when he saw me shaking and in shock. Skye barged into the room. "What's wrong with her?" Tom demanded protectively. "Just shut the fuck up, alright? She's my sister, not yours. If she decides to tell you what happened, good for you, but that's her decision. I don't want you pressuring her to tell you either, or I'll fucking rip those dreadlocks from your pretty little head," Skye hissed. His tone and the way he spoke sent me back into hysteria and I sobbed, falling to my knees. I watched Skye grab Tom's shoulder when he tried to kneel down to me and shoved him into the wall. "Are you going to let her stay here or am I going to have to find her someplace else to stay?" Tom shoved Skye off of him and they looked like they were about to fight but that's when Bill walked in. He looked at all of us in confusion before walking over and kneeling down by me. "Are you okay?" he whispered, worry flooding his voice, I just sobbed and shook. He wrapped me in his arms and helped me stand up and led me over to the couch where he let me lay down. He walked back over to Skye and Tom, keeping them apart, "Let's go into the bedroom and talk like adults." Skye and Tom nodded, following Bill into the bedroom. Finally, I was alone and able to collect my thoughts. I listened to the radio playing rock music lightly and took a deep breath. I stopped shaking as badly; I could finally breathe nicely and see everything clearly. I stopped crying and took another deep breath. I sat up straighter and was proud of my progress; I was only shaking a little bit now. The door opened and they came out, I began to shake a little harder. Skye walked over to me and crouched in front of me. "You're going to stay with Bill and Tom for a little while. Is that okay with you?" I looked at Bill and Tom then back to Skye, nodding. He sighed and nodded, "I'll come back for you when I can and I'll make sure to call you whenever I can." That's when I remembered yesterday afternoon (had it really only been yesterday?!) when my phone had been stolen. "Someone stole my phone yesterday." Skye smiled at the fact I had said a sentence without stuttering. "Alright, I'll just call the hotel then. If I get no answer, I'll call Bill or Tom." I nodded again and hugged Skye. "Be careful, Skye," I said, voice cracking as I almost started crying again. Skye hugged me tightly then stood up and walked out the door. The twins came over and sat next to me, one on each side. Tom pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his arms around me. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked, rubbing my back. I slowly shook my head, my body still shaking slightly. "Not right now at least." I felt Tom pull the blanket off of me and both their breath caught in their throats. "Oh mein Gott," they gasped in unison, looking at my cut and bruised body.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 1, 2009 21:13:50 GMT -5
I had locked myself in the suite's bedroom shortly after the twins had seen me. I had been in here for what felt like forever but had really only been three hours according to the wall clock. The first thirty minutes I had locked myself in, Bill tried to get me to come out. Tom got had then gotten impatient and took his turn in trying to get me out. I was beginning to get hungry and bored, but I wasn't about to go out there in my tank top and shorts. I bit my lip and walked over to the door, opening it a crack; as soon as I had, both the boys had jumped up from the couch and rushed over to the door. "Whoa, down boys! Jeez... Can one of you give me my bag?" I waited as Tom grabbed my luggage bag and held for me to take. I grabbed it and pulled it into the bathroom, only giving it just enough room to make it inside before I shut and locked the door. Stripping of my clothes, I tried to figure out how to work the shower. The shower head shuddered for a minute before water poured out of it. I stepped into the shower and clamped my hand over my mouth as the boiling hot water burned my legs. I carefully maneuvered myself around the burning water and turned the nozzle to make it colder. I waited as it got less and less hot until it was a perfect temperature. [ TOM'S POV ] I heard the water in the bathroom start up and knew she was in the shower. I was seriously thinking about marching to her house and beating the shit out of her no good step-dad but I wasn't just about to leave her right after it had happened, even if Bill was here to take care of her. But what was I supposed to do?! I've never had to deal with something like this before. The thing that really bugged me most was that she hadn't looked like she had ever been hit once in her life when we met her just yesterday; we saw her at dinner with that black eye and bruised cheek and she claimed it had been just an accident. Dammit, her step dad had been right there, too! If I had only known, I would've done something. I looked at Bill and stood up, walking to the door. "Where are you going?" he called, sitting up. "Out," I muttered, slamming the door behind me. He would take care of her until I got back. [ END POV ] I heard the door slam, making me jump. I finished rinsing the soap from my hair and body before wrapping a towel around myself and jumping out of the shower and scampering to the door. I only heard the television, there was no screaming. I sighed as relief washed over me; Shawn hadn't found me. "He's not even off of work yet," I told myself, starting to get dressed. I pulled my shirt on and swiped the condensation from the mirror to look at my reflection. I may've still looked bad but I looked better than I had when I arrived and I felt a lot better. I finished getting dressed then brushed my hair before walking out to the living room. I noticed Tom was gone and only Bill was sitting watching television. He looked up at me and smiled, jumping to his feet and hugging me. "Can't. Breath." He let go off me, eyes wide, "Sorry!" He giggled and hugged me again, but a lot less tight. He pulled me to the couch and we sat down. "Where's Tom?" I looked at Bill. He looked hesitant before answering: "He went out. He didn't tell me where he was going, he just walked out." I nodded and sighed, "So, what now?" He shrugged and turned to face me, muting the television. "I don't know, what do you want to do now?" My stomach answered for me, letting out a harsh growl. I stifled a laugh and smiled, "After dinner last night, I didn't think I'd ever want to eat again." He laughed and stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him into the small kitchen area of the suite. "What would Amanda like to eat this morning? Or afternoon." We both looked at the clock and snickered. I pointed to the box of Fruit Loops and he grabbed them. He opened a cabinet and took out two bowls; a drawer was pulled open and he added two spoons to his hands, never once letting go of my hand. He put the stuff on the coffee table and walked to the refrigerator. "Uh-oh..." He frowned. I looked in the fridge and laughed, "No milk? That's okay, we don't really need it I guess." I pulled him away from the kitchen, kicking the door to the fridge shut, and we sat on the floor in the living room. He still had my hand in his as he poured the cereal into the bowls and slid one to me. "Bill, I'm not going anywhere. I promise." I half smiled, glancing from him to our hands and back again. "Oh, sorry. Tom would kill me if I let anything happen to you though," he said, letting go of my hand. I tilted my head curiously, "Why would he kill you?" Bill put a handful of the cereal in his mouth while he thought. "He really likes you. A lot. And I think it's as more than a one night stand kind of like." He looked at me. "He didn't tell me but we're twins, we can usually tell what the other thinks or feels about something," he explained, shrugging. "Oh... And you're being the good brother and not letting anything happen to me for him?" "Not only for him. I would feel terrible if anything happened to you while I was responsible for you." He wasn't looking at me anymore. "Why?" His brown eyes looked around the room frantically as he thought; it reminded me of when I was trying to think of an excuse not to go with them to hear them play. [ BILL'S POV ] Damn! Why did she have to ask that! I couldn't tell her the truth. I couldn't tell her that I love her and would kill myself if anything happened to her while she was in my care. I couldn't tell her that the five year age difference between us means nothing to me. I can't believe she hasn't said anything about last night when I kissed her... Maybe she doesn’t like me like that. Or maybe she’s fallen under Tom’s spell. Tom is willing to be her slave at this point, ready to do anything for her no matter the cost. I looked into her waiting green eyes for a split second before coming up with an excuse: "It's just who I am. I don't like bad things happening to people." I couldn't come between Tom and a girl he liked, he would hate me. And I wouldn't come between her and my brother. Something flickered in her eyes but was gone before I could figure it out. She nodded slowly and looked away from me, eating a few pieces of her cereal. I wanted to cry. I wanted to hold her close and feel her in my arms. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to... Stop fantasizing about Tom's girlfriend. If he knew I was thinking like this, he would kill me. I looked back at my bowl of cereal, the pain of hunger in my stomach replaced with despair. [ END POV ] I was just another person to him, no one special. I guess that wasn't right; to him, I was just another one of Tom's girls. I concentrated on eating, even though my stomach was knotted, and tried not to think about how hurt I was. He didn't like me the way I liked him. I guess I would just have to forget about Bill and how much I really liked him. Tom was great; maybe I actually had a chance with him. The kiss! Why would Bill kiss you if he didn't like you?! some small and hopeful part of me cried out. It was just an intimate situation. Just some girl in his lap clinging to him in the dead of night, I reminded myself glumly.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 1, 2009 21:14:27 GMT -5
Tom still wasn't back and it was almost 6'o'clock. He was probably out getting a groupie and doing his thing with her. That kind of hurt me, but it was nothing compared to what I had felt when Bill had basically called me just another person. I turned to look at him lounging on the couch behind me as we watched television. He looked at me and smiled and I smiled back, not able to resist his gorgeous smile. Why did he have to be so cute all the time? I looked back at the television and sighed, twiddling my thumbs. I looked up when the door opened and in walked Tom, Gustav, and Georg. Gustav and Georg looked surprised when they saw me but not shocked, which made me think that Tom had filled them in. The two of them came over and sat with their back against the couch with me. "Are you okay?" Gustav asked, putting his hat on my head. I shrugged and nodded, "I can move. I can talk. And I'm still breathing. So, yeah, I'm pretty okay." I saw Tom's hand twitch and he walked over and sat behind us on the couch. It made me happy to know I could turn around and see Tom now; his presence made me feel like I was safe and protected. Though it wasn't a different feeling from when I was Skye. There was a sudden pain deep in my stomach as I thought of my brother. "Please be okay Skye," I murmured, biting my lip. "What'd you two do today?" Tom asked looked between me and Bill. I shrugged, "This... And that's really it." Tom looked at Bill and shook his head, "You two stayed in the hotel room all day? Seriously?" Bill nodded at Tom slowly, unsure if he really wanted to confirm that. "Ja." He smiled some-what apologetically and giggled. Tom sighed. “Oi... Alright, tomorrow we’ll go do something OUT of the hotel. Maybe catch up with Skye and do something. How’s that sound?” He smiled at me. I grinned and nodded vigorously but stopped and frowned; tomorrow was Monday so I had school. And homework was due so it’s not even like I could skip. Wait, homework I didn’t even get to finish! I jumped up and ran over to my bag, searching intently and praying that Skye had remembered my homework. Crap; he didn’t pack it. I jumped up and looked around the room for the phone. “What’s wrong?” Georg asked, watching me curiously. I frowned. “Skye forgot my homework and it’s due tomorrow! If I don’t turn it in or bring in a slip signed by both Shawn and my mom then I fail!” I continued to look for the suite’s phone. “Calm down, Amanda. I’ll call you in sick for tomorrow and we can pick up your homework when your parents are at work. Do they both work?” Tom tilted his head slightly. “Then we can go somewhere and hang out until you finish your homework. Deal?” “Yeah but…” I didn’t like the thought of having to skip school just for homework but it would have to do. “Okay, this plan might just work.” Tom nodded, laughing. “Well, of course it will! I came up with it.” He shook his head and sighed when I sat back down. “Would you mind telling us what happened now? I don’t want to sound pushy or anything but…” He rolled his eyes. I didn’t like him mocking Skye but I nodded. “Okay.” I started to tell them everything from after I left them. They all watched, eyes growing wider and jaws dropping lower as I got further into the night. Before I was done, Tom got up and stomped in a pace across the room. He was speaking harshly in German and I was glad I didn’t know what he was saying. After a minute, he turned toward the door and I heard him hiss, “I’m going to kill him.” I jumped up in panic and ran over to him, grabbing his hands tightly in both of mine in an attempt to stop him. “No! Please don’t! If you kill him and get arrested, where will I go?! Don’t leave me, please!” He stopped but didn’t turn to face me. “And where will you go when we leave to go on tour next week?” His voice was bitter and stung; I hadn’t been spoken to like that by anyone but Shawn before. I let go of his hand and dropped my own to my sides, wanting to cry. He was right; I was only 100% safe while they were here. After they left, Skye would have to find a new place for me to stay. Bill put a hand on my shoulder and looked at me for a minute before looking to his brother. “Tom, you’re not going to kill anyone. Just sit back down and let her finish.” Tom grumbled and walked back over to the couch, sitting down and crossing his arms with a huff. Bill sighed in relief and walked back over to the couch, sitting cross legged. I just stood where I was for a while. “Are you okay?” Gustav asked. I nodded and went back to where I had been before to finish the story. Tom just looked more and more furious as I went on up until I told them about how Skye had miraculously carried me and our things to the safety of the bathroom when he could barely walk with his own weight. “Wow… Has he always been like that?” Bill asked, referring to Shawn. I nodded grimly and he shook his head. Everyone was quiet for what felt like ages; finally, I yawned and sighed. “Where am I sleeping?” The twins looked at me almost as if they had forgotten I was there. “Well, where do you want to sleep?” Tom asked. “What were you two doing before I got here?” “We were rotating who was taking the couch and who was taking the bed because Tom says the bed is too small.” Bill made a face at Tom. “It’s a California King and he says it’s too small,” he said as if it were the most absurd thing in the world. I giggled and thought for a minute. “I guess I can sleep on the floor,” I shrugged. Tom rolled his eyes, “We are not going to let you sleep on the floor. That’s just stupid. You can take the bed with me if you want.” We had barely let him finish the sentence before both Bill and I cried, “No!” I ducked my head and cleared my throat. “I-I mean no thank you.” Tom pulled his brows together. “Why not?” I glanced at Bill for half a second then bit my lip. “Bill told me about your one night stands with groupies and stuff and I would prefer not to be one of your ‘victims’.” I used air quotes and snickered. Tom made a face. “Fine, then maybe you and Bill should sleep in the bed since he’s harmless,” he grumbled. I blinked and shook my head. “I’ll just take the floor, it’s no problem. I won’t let either of you sleep on the floor since you need your sleep.” The twins shook their head. “Nein, Tom is right. When we rotate, you can just stay wherever I am if you’re concerned about him and his pants,” Bill said, smiling innocently at Tom. I sighed, too tired to continue to argue. “Fine. Where are we tonight then?” I stood up and grabbed my pillow from my luggage, hugging it to my body. The four looked at me grinning. “May I just say that you look very cute standing there like that?” Gustav laughed. He stood up. “Come on, Georg. I think we have overstayed our welcome in this little love nest.” Georg snickered but stood up and walked out of the room behind Gustav. “Tom had the bed last night so it’s ours tonight.” Bill nodded and stood up, looking tired himself. He walked into the bedroom and shut the door. I grabbed my pajamas and walked into the bathroom to get dressed. Tonight would be interesting to say the least. [ BILL’S POV ] I hummed Love And Death as I stripped of my shirt and jeans. I thought about how awkward it might make Amanda feel if I just slept in my boxes so I pulled on a pair of sweats and sat on the bed. Part of the conversation when Tom was threatening to kill Amanda’s step-dad went through my head. I really didn’t want to have to leave her here but I don’t know if she would want to come with us. I could help but feel that something would feel really wrong without her around after this week. I could help but feel something felt wrong without her with me right now. I shook my head at that; I couldn’t help feeling like this, it seemed automatic. I smirked and stopped humming Love And Death. It’s kind of ironic that I thought of it like that. I hummed Automatic and realized I was nervous but restless. What was taking her so long? I stopped humming when she walked in wearing what she had when I had first seen her this morning with the exception that she was wearing a pair of fleece pajama pants with candy canes and cupcakes. “I like your pants but they make me want cupcakes,” I laughed. She looked at her pants and nodded but I could see her blushing. I patted the area on the bed beside me and she walked over and sat down, avoiding looking at me. “Are you tired?” I asked just to get her talking. She shrugged, pulling on a piece of string at the bottom of her tank top. “I had a good time with you today.” She still didn’t say anything. I was confused, why wasn’t she talking to me? Had I done something wrong? [ END POV ] Oh. My. God. I hadn’t expected to walk in and see him without a shirt. Bill tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and I looked at him. He smiled, “Hey, now you look at me!” I blushed and laughed. “Why aren’t you talking?” he asked, confusion and hurt crossing his face. “You just sort of… Surprised me. That’s all,” I admitted, looking at his bare chest. He nodded with a smile, “Well, I think we should go to bed. It’s late and we’re tired.” I nodded and rolled to the other side of the bed; he laughed at me. I stuck my tongue out and got underneath the covers. Bill shook his head, chuckling, and shut the lights off.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 2, 2009 12:42:48 GMT -5
I opened my eyes as someone banged on the door and said something in German. I didn’t recognize where I was or who I was snuggled up against with their arm around me. Then I remembered everything. I sat up and shook my head, looking at Bill. I poked his arm with a slight smile. I snickered to myself and tickled his ribs, “Wakey-wakey!” His eyes snapped open and he jerked away, starting to laugh. I laughed and continued to tickle him; it was something I did to wake Skye up sometimes. Bill grabbed my wrists and took a deep breath to stop laughing. “Gutenmorgen zu Ihnen auch.” He smiled and sat up, still holding onto my wrists. I blinked. “No sprechen sie deutsch.” I snickered and shrugged. “You basically just said ‘no speak German’ in German, though,” he said teasingly. “How are you this morning?” He smiled. I shrugged with a smile. “Good. How’re you?” “Pretty good.” He climbed out of the bed and turned the lights on, opening the door. “Tom, did you call Amanda’s school?” He waited a while but Tom never answered. Bill shrugged and turned back to me. “Would your parents be at work yet?” I looked at the clock and shook my head. “Not for another hour or two. I would only be waking up for school in half an hour.” I smirked and shook my head. Bill nodded and was quiet. “Is it just me or is it really cold?” He rubbed his hands over his arms. I hadn’t noticed before but, now that he said something, I realized it was pretty cold. “No, it’s not just you. I got off the bed and walked out of the room to the window. I parted the curtains and gasped; small white flecks of snow were falling from the grey sky and piling up on the ground. “No wonder,” I heard over my shoulder. I turned and looked at Bill as he stared out the window; he had on a plain black shirt now. “Looks like a foot and a half off it,” I muttered, glumly. Bill looked at me. “You sound sad.” “I don’t like snow,” I sighed. “I don’t like the cold. Also, this sort of ruins our plans.” I walked over and sat on the couch, the simple sight of the snow depressing me. “Not necessarily. We can still get your homework and hang out with your brother.” Bill walked over and sat on the table in front of me. I try to hide the smile that wants to over come over my face, and I do a pretty okay job. “Really?” Bill smiles and nods, chuckling quietly to himself. “Yes, really. We just have to find Tomi first then make sure Georg and Gustav are ready.” He gets up and heads for the bedroom. “Oh, do you want to take a shower first or am I safe to?” He half smiles. “You can go ahead. I’ll take one after you get out.” I smirk and get up to get some breakfast. [ FF TO AFTER BILL’S AND AMANDA’S SHOWERS ] It’s 11 o’clock and Bill won’t stop pacing. I was acting like I was watching television, but I was really watching him. I could tell he was worried that Tom hadn’t called or come back yet. To be honest, I was kinda worried too. Bill tried calling him but Tom left his phone in the suite. I couldn’t help but imagine a bunch of terrible things that could have happened. Maybe he had gone for a quick run to the gas station and his car got stuck; or maybe it spun out and he’s unconscious in a ditch somewhere on the side of the road. I shuddered and focused on watching Bill go across the room with his hands in his pockets. He stopped and looked at me. “Am I entertaining?” he asked, like he was asking me if I’ve seen something very important. I nodded with a smile. “Mhm, rather. Much more entertaining than Hannah Montana, that is,” I said, referring to the kid show on television and trying to lighten the mood. Bill only nodded and went back to pacing. I roll my eyes and stand up, pacing along beside him for a couple seconds before I step in front of him and put my hands on his shoulders. “Hey. Calm down, you’re going to wear a path in the floor. Let’s go see if Georg or Gustav know where he is.” Bill seemed hesitant but finally sighed and walked over to the door. I grabbed Tom’s cell phone and jogged out behind him. “I’m sure he’s fine; he’s probably just hanging around with them.” Bill muttered something and knocked on a door. “Georg, open up. It’s me and Amanda.” “You don’t have to call me Amanda, you know. Aim, Amy, or Mandy are just as effective.” I laughed and stood beside him. He smiled, looking at me, but it turned into worry as he turned to look at Georg. “Is Tomi here? He woke me and Amy up but now we can’t find him anywhere.” Georg shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen him since last night. How long has he been gone? Have you tried calling him?” Bill nodded and sighed, “He left his cell in the room. He’s been gone since almost 6 o’clock this morning.” “Maybe he’s with Gustav.” Georg grabbed his room key and came out into the hall, the three of us walking to the next door over. “Gustav, is Tom in there?” Georg asks, knocking on the door. I turned to look at Bill; he was biting his lip and fidgeting with his hands. I reached out and held his hand, smiling nervously. He smiled in return but it wasn’t his usual smile; it didn’t reach his eyes, nor did it completely make my heart skip a beat. Gustav opened the door, only wearing a pair of red and black plaid boxers, and I stifled a giggle. “Nein. I haven’t seen him all morning.” He looked at Bill and worry flooded over his expression at the way Bill looked. I turned and gasped; Bill looked ready to cry, he was pale as a sheet, and his eyes were wide. It made me think of the time I had gone shopping with mom and Skye and had gotten lost. I had seen my reflection in a mirror and had looked almost exactly as Bill did that moment. “Oh, Bill, it’s okay! I’m sure he’s fine,” I said assuringly, hugging him. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in my shoulder. I looked at Gustav and Georg as they shared a look I couldn’t figure out, mostly from the mixed emotions but something I couldn’t quite put my finger on shown through more than the others. I let it go and tried to think of something to say that would make Bill feel a little better. “Do you want to look for him?” “I wouldn’t know where to start…” His voice was barely a whisper and cracked several times. That was definitely a good point. It’s not like we had all gone somewhere and lost him; he had left the hotel and didn’t tell anyone where he was going. I sighed and just hugged Bill as he began to cry. “We’ll find him, okay? Don’t worry. Maybe we should call the cops?” “Maybe but doesn’t a person usually have to be missing for 24 hours before they do anything? Also, even if they bent the rules and started a search, the whole media would get a hold of this story and that isn’t exactly what we want.” Georg just looked between Bill and me. I swore under my breath and thought. “Fine then, we will search for him. You, Gustav, Bill, Skye, and me will split up and search for him in any place we can think of.” Bill lifted his head from my shoulder and looked at me with bloodshot eyes and tears streaming down his cheeks. That sight made me want to cry. “What if we can’t find him?” “We will. I promise. And he’ll be okay,” I said, looking deep into his eyes and trying to keep and straight train of mind in their hypnotizing gaze. Bill looked the slightest bit more hopeful. “But how? Only Tom has his car and everything else will be expensive.” “Skye has a lot of friends; they can lend us their cars.” At least, I hoped they would. Gustav and Georg looked hesitant but Bill wasn’t willing to waste time discussing the search for his twin. “Okay, let’s go,” he said, starting down the hall. I shook my head, pulling him back. “First off, I think we should get some jackets or something. It’s still snowing which means it is still freezing outside. Also, Gustav is only in a pair of boxers and I think he would be quite appreciative if we let him get dressed.” I half smiled. “I don’t think five minutes is going to hurt too much. We’ll meet back out here in five, alright?” Bill slowly nodded and we headed back to the room and left the others to get ready. I jogged into the bedroom and pulled on a sweatshirt and some shoes from my bag. I grabbed a hat and walked out to the living room to let Bill get his shoes and a coat. Calling Skye from Tom’s phone, I sat and fidgeted with the pull string on the hood of my jacket. “Hey, Tom. What’s up?” “Skye, it’s me! I need you to –“ “Oh, hey Mandy. Are you okay?” I huffed. “I’m fine but I need you to listen! Tom’s missing, he’s been missing for around 6 hours now and we can’t find him. We were going to pick up my homework and hang out with you today but now he’s just gone. He left his phone and there’s no note; we’re all really worried!” The other side of the line was quiet for a minute. “Okay, what do you need me to do?” “Call up your friends and ask them to let us borrow a couple cars? I know Aubrey will loan us his car but will any of the others?” I looked up as Bill came out of the bed room with a hoodie in his hands. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do. You guys want to come over here or should I drive over there and ask them to drop off the cars? Oh, have you called the cops yet?” “We should. I don’t care how mad Gustav and Georg will be, we should call the cops,” Bill whispered. “Also, we should just go over there.” I nodded at him. “We’ll go to the house. We haven’t called the cops yet but that is our next move.” Bill dragged me to my feet and we walked out the door. “Are mom and Shawn at work?” The snow was thick, I was worried the roads were closed and they were still home. School had been canceled, why not their jobs? “Yeah. But I don’t know for how long considering how bad it is out there.” “Are they looking for me? Have they done anything to you?” Skye chuckled nervously. “I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Just be careful and hurry.” Bill was fidgeting with his hands again as he paced the hall waiting for Gustav to come out. I reached out and grabbed his wrist. “Please calm down; you’re making me even more nervous.” [ BILL’S POV ] I looked at Amanda, her eyes were pleading. She was worried about me. That made me happy that some part of her was worried more about how I was doing. It may’ve been a small part but it was existent. I nodded with a slight smile, holding her hand. I liked holding her hand, having her almost locked to me. She smiled for a second and it was gone as Skye said something. Amanda pulled her hand from mine and walked down the hallway. I couldn’t hear anything she was saying now; I couldn’t reach out and take comfort than she was within reaching distance; I felt alone and scared without Tom but even worse without her… Gustav stepped out of his room and looked at me and Georg. “Are we all ready?” I nodded, my eyes glued to Amanda as she paced. She stopped and jerked to face us. She said something into the phone before snapping it shut and running back over to us. “Someone found Tom in the park.” This was good news, right? If so, why did she suddenly look so terrified? She looked into my eyes for a split second and I knew something was terribly wrong. A million images flashed through my head and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what was making her look like that.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 4, 2009 14:56:41 GMT -5
Skye had come to pick us up. All Amanda had told me was that Skye had told her someone found Tom sitting in the park, but I knew there had to be something she wasn’t telling me. I looked at her in the front seat of the car and she abruptly turned away to look out the window. “Can someone at least tell me where we’re going?” I asked quietly, my eyes falling to my knotted hands. “We’re going to the hospital,” Amanda replied. I felt the blood drain from my face. I kept my eyes downcast; I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Is Tom okay?” Georg asked, a little annoyed with such little information we received. He growled when no one even acknowledged him. We pulled into the parking lot and it took all my will power not to jump out of the moving car. Skye parked the borrowed car and we all got out and walked as fast as we could to the building. “We’re here to see, uhm....” Skye looked at me in confusion for a minute. “Tom Trumper,” I said, questioningly. The woman at the desk checked a list on the computer. “Are you friends or family?” “I’m his twin, the others are just friends.” I tapped my nails on the desk impatiently. “Alright. Follow me then.” She walked out from behind the desk and down a hallway up a couple doors, the five of us following. She stopped at one and stuck her head in, “Mr. Trumper, you have some visitors.” “Who are they?” Hearing Tom’s voice made me feel so relieved. But now I needed to know he was okay. “You’re brother and some friends.” The nurse looked back at us for a minute. “Okay, send them in.” The nurse moved out of the way and we tried to walk in, but I couldn’t help running and leaping onto him. “We were all so worried about you, Tomi! Are you okay?!” I quickly examined him and noticed the cast on his right hand. “What happened?!” [ END POV ] I looked at the twins; Tom was sitting on the edge of a hospital bed and Bill clung to him like a lost dog who had just found their owner. It was really pretty cute. Tom half smiled at Bill and shook his head, looking to me. “I went to your house and left a note for your step-dad to meet me in the park after I woke you two up. He met me in the park and I confronted him about beating you and Skye up, and he got all defensive and acted like I was falsely accusing him and it was absurd to even think he would hurt either of you.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Skye looked at me, putting an arm around me. “Then what?” “I didn’t give in, and it was really pissing me off that he was lying and acting innocent, so I started losing my temper and yelling at him. You dad has a short temper…” “Step-dad,” Skye and I corrected in unison. “Right. Anyway, he lost his temper faster than I had and punched me in the gut. All-in-all, I just have a few bruises and he has a broken nose.” Tom smirked. Georg raised a brow, “Then how do you explain the cast?” “Oh, right, cast.... When I punched him in the face, I severely jammed a couple fingers; I don’t even need it but they put it on me just to be safe.” He shrugged and looked at his hand. I smiled and walked over to him, hugging him. “I’m so happy you’re alright. I just wish you hadn’t have gone and done that; he could’ve really hurt you, Tom. We were so worried something horrible had happened to you.” He hugged me back tightly, “I didn’t mean to worry you, sweetie, but I wasn’t just going to let him get away with hurting you like he did.” Tom let go and smiled at me, kissing my cheek. “So where’s Shawn?” Skye leaned against the wall. Tom shrugged, “In a room down the hall. He was cursing me for about half an hour before you guys got here. He kept screaming and threatening me and stuff.” He looked at me and the cocky smirk disappeared, “I’m not scared of him, Amanda. Don’t worry.” I must have looked worried. I smiled lightly and nodded. “Can you leave yet? I don’t like knowing he’s just down the hallway.” “Of course, hon. Let’s get out of here,” he said, standing up. “We still have to get someone’s homework, after all.” I nodded and we walked out as one big group until Georg and Gustav pulled Tom back and started whispering in German. I looked at Bill and tilted my head. “Are you okay? You seem sort of.... glum.” I couldn’t help smiling as I said that; I had always found the word “glum” funny. Bill shrugged lightly. “Fine.” His voice definitely betrayed the lie. He didn’t look or sound “fine” to me. He looked and sounded, well, glum! “Just tired, I guess.” He lied again, why was he lying to me? “Are you sure? You don’t seem fine.” He only nodded and got in the car. “Uh-oh... Aubrey’s car only has room for five people. There are six of us.” Skye looked at me and grinned, “Mandy is gonna have to sit in someone’s lap.” “Oh, thanks a lot, Skyler! You had to take Aubrey’s stupid Prius and not Nathan’s Jeep?” I rolled my eyes, playfully slapping his arm. “Who doesn’t mind having 115 pound girl in the lap?” I laughed as all the boy looked at each other and smirked. “Ugh, men! Bill...?” Bill scoffed a laugh and shook his head, “That hurts.” He sighed and took his seat belt off. “Come on, then.” I snickered and sat in his lap. “You know what I meant.” “Yeah, Billa. You know what she meant,” Georg teased. Bill stuck his tongue out and strapped the seat belt around us both. “Actually, no I don’t. Do explain.” He made a face at me. I thought quietly for a minute as Skye headed back to our house. “Well... Uhm... I meant, uh... I just meant that... I don’t know, okay!” I crossed my arms and pouted. Everyone laughed; everyone except Tom, that is. When one twin is happy, the other seemed sad; what was up with these two today?! I sighed and shook my head, “Yeah, sure, just laugh at the poor girl. I’m totally outnumbered!” I couldn’t hide the smile on my face, so I just stopped trying. Gustav smirked, “That’s why it’s so fun, because you’re completely outnumbered.” I snatched the hat from his head, put it inside-out and put it on sideways. “Dur, I’m Gustav the Great! I beat drums with two wooden sticks and pick on defenseless little girls!” I acted like I was playing the drums stupidly. Tom cackled. “Dur? What the hell?” “I dunno, I just thought it would be funny if I mocked him and said ‘dur.’ My friend says ‘dur’ in like every sentence, so I blame him.” I nodded and part of me hoped I could go to school tomorrow to see my friends and tell them about my weekend. They wouldn’t believe me in a million years but I still wanted to tell them. “I think it was a wunderbar imitation,” Bill said, smirking. He laughed Gustav just looked at me and Bill, his face blank. He was annoyed though, I could feel it. I looked at Bill and stifled a laugh. I think, were we not in a car, Gustav would probably strangle us both. “Well, of course it was! Because I am so amazing at imitating Gustav the Great!” I crossed my eyes, “Hit. Drums! Make. Noise! Dur. Yeah!” Everyone but Gustav laughed. Gustav glared icily at everyone and annoyance rolled off of him in waves, making it awkward and weird to be laughing. We stopped and tried to keep straight faces, failing miserably. It was quiet for a long time, everyone stifling laughter. I bit my lip before blurting, “DUR!” The laughter started back up, harder and louder than before and even Gustav couldn’t resist laughing this time. I just sat there and laughed, grinning like an idiot. Skye’s laughter stopped abruptly and he swore loudly, stepping on the brakes. The car slid on the ice; we all stopped laughing, waiting for the car to stop sliding hazardously. The front wheel hope the curb and we bumped into a street light. “Skye, are you okay? What’s wrong?” I looked at Bill and the others, making sure they were okay. “Uh, Amanda? We’re in some deep shit...” I looked out the front window, the blood drained from my face and I cringed back into Bill. Tom was glaring hard and everyone was quiet as the grave now. Bill put his arms around me protectively and I tore my gaze away, hiding my face in his shoulder.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 4, 2009 15:00:07 GMT -5
I had never seen her look like that before! Maybe once when I was little before dad died but, since then, she was always blank and emotionless. Her icy glare made me shiver and I was suddenly more afraid of my own mother than I was of Shawn. I knew we couldn't avoid getting out of the car forever and if I knew my mom like I had when I was little, she wasn't going to stop standing there waiting for me and Skye. I took a deep breath and looked at my companions. "Y-you guys don't have to come." [ BILL'S POV ] "Y-you guys don't have to come." She said this almost like she meant it, but her eyes betrayed her. She glanced out the windshield to the scowling woman and shuddered, looking away. "I'm coming," I tell her, smiling lightly. Tom nodded. "Me too." At least I know Amy will be in good, protective hands; he's willing to brave anything for her. "I third it, I'm coming." Georg smiled at Amy and she doesn't look as worried. Gustav sighed. "I'm still mad at you, though," he said before opening his door and getting out. "You guys really don't have to come. This could get ugly." Amy frowned and bit her lip. I smirked, "We don't have to, but we're going to." I got out and held my hand out to her, "Come on." Amy took a deep breath and grabbed my hand, getting out of the car. She was very quiet as we walked toward the scowling woman. How could any look at these two kids like she was? Well, I guess I can't exactly call Skye a kid since he's the same age as Tom and me but still. Amy let go of my hand and she and Skye walked a little more ahead of the group. "Hi, mom," Skye said hesitantly. The woman glared even harder at the boy and he shrank back. "'Hi, mom'? That's all you can say right now?! 'Hi, mom'?!" She looked like she was ready to explode. She grabbed Amy and Skye by their ears and headed for the house; stopping for a minute, she let go of Skye and point to us, "You four are coming as well." We just looked at each other then back to her. "Now," she roared and we immediately ran to the house. She grabbed a hold of Skye's ear again and dragged them into the living room, with us following. "Sit." "We can stand, it's really no –" "I said sit[/b]!" Amy's mom scowls at us and we all pile onto the same couch, squishing together. She clears her throat and smoothes her hair back, looking us over. She looked at me the longest and the hardest, like I have some horrible disease or something. It really annoyed me after a few minutes passed and she was still looking at me like that. [ END POV ] "Skyler Harvey Sanders, how could you take you sister off without our consent? How could you just worry Shawn and me like that? And to make mattes worse, you don't even come home," mom said, still looking at Bill strangely. She turned and raised a brow at Skye, expecting an answer. Skye blinked and confusion crossed his face. "Well, I wasn't just going to keep us locked in the bathroom all the time while you and that jackass were home. She needed a safe place to go until..." He pursed his lips and was quiet for a minute. "As for me, I'm so sick of being around here and dealing with you and Shawn that I just decided to take up Aubrey's long time offer and stay at his house." Uh-oh, he told her where he was staying. There goes his safety. Aubrey's house is between our house and the hotel. I like Aubrey; he's a really cool guy. Skye grew up with him and they're like brothers, so naturally Aubrey is like my second brother. "You didn't finish," mom said suspiciously. "'She needed a safe place to go until-'? Until what, Skyler?" She crossed her arms. Skye swore under his breath. "Until I could think of something else, I don't know!" "Don't you get an attitude with me you ungrateful little brat," she snarled, slapping Skye across the face. I stood up. "Don't hit him!" I'm taller than mom, but only by a little bit. It's enough o give me a little bit of confidence, at least. "And Skye isn't an ungrateful brat!" "Sit your ass back down," she eyed the twins, Gustav, and Georg, "you little slut." My jaw dropped and tears welled in my eyes. I fell back onto the couch, completely stunned. How could my own mother call me that?! Tom looked at me, eyes wide. He was just as shocked by it as I was. However, what happened next I really did not expect. Bill scowled at my mother and stood up, getting right in her face. "She is not a slut, lady! Amanda is only one of the most amazing, sweet, beautiful, kind, and independent young woman I have ever met! She does not deserve to be treated the way you and your husband treat her, and neither does Skye! The only ungrateful person I see around her is you and your son-of-a-bitch husband!" He clenched his fists at his sides, glaring down at my mother. No one had ever, in my life, said anything like that about me before. Tears brimmed in my eyes and I smiled, they were no long tears of hurt from what my mom had called me. "Yeah, and I second that," Gustav barked, standing up beside Bill. "You're lucky we don't call the cops on you two!" Fear flashed in my mothers eyes for a split second. Georg stood up. "Maybe we will, you two certainly deserve it after all you've done to these poor kids," he growled. Skye smirked and put his arm over my shoulders. "Hey, I like these guys," he whispered to me. Tom stood up. "You know what; I think Georg has a very good point. Child abuse is a crime." "So is kidnapping," mom hissed, looking at the four boys. I stood up, Skye right beside me. "No one did any kidnapping, mother! I was not taken against my will. Anything done against my will was being trapped here all the time and being abused by Shawn!" "The only thing you allow her to do is her damn homework! She isn't allowed to hang out with her friends, go out and have fun... No, it's all about work for her. She's just a kid, Melody!" Skye turned around and looked out the window in a hurry. "Crap. Mandy, go grab your homework; Shawn's home." He locked the door and I ran upstairs, searching my and Skye's room for my homework. As soon as I found it, I grabbed it and my backpack. I looked out the window as something tapped on it; the boys were all out side and waving frantically for my to hurry up. I opened the window and put one foot out before noticing it was dangerously icy. "Oh no you don't," I heard Shawn grunt from just inside the doorway. I yelped and pushed myself out the window, only to have him grab me by the shoulder of my jacket. I whimpered and the guys were all yelling. Shawn grunted in satisfaction and began to try and pull me up. I kicked my feet and struggled to get away but his grip was too strong. He almost had me back in the house before I turn and bit his hand until I could taste blood. Shawn howled in pain and let me go. I screamed, tumbling down the roof and falling to the ground. I blinked and cried for a second, rolling and holding my foot. "Come on, come on, come on," Skye said frantically as the twins helped me to my feet. We ran back to Aubrey's car, I was limping so bad I could barely use the foot I had fallen on. Skye unlocked the car and we all climbed in, me sitting in Bill's lap again. "Quick, man, he's coming!" Gustav pointed back toward the house as Shawn started to run toward the car. I looked at Skye as he grit his teeth and turned the key in the ignition again; the car only sputtered. "Come on you piece of scrape metal, turn over!" He turned the key again and Shawn was almost right on top of us. The car started but Shawn was right at my door. I couldn't help screaming as he reached for the handle, a wicked and gloating grin on his face.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 15, 2009 23:28:01 GMT -5
“Skye, hurry!” Tom pulled me across to the other side of the car as the door began to open. The door was fully open in less than a second as the tires started to skid and squeal on the ice. Shawn grabbed my foot and I kicked, accidently kicking Bill in the face. “SKYE,” I screamed in distress, choking back sobs. Shawn’s expression morphed from victorious to shock as the car pulled away and he was standing there with my shoe in his hands. I laid my head back against the window and tried to slow my breathing. Skye slowed the car down a little after we were far enough from Shawn and the road got icier. I climbed back over to Bill and looked at the bruise forming on his cheekbone. “Oh, my god, I’m so sorry!” I got completely lost in his eyes when he looked at me a smiled. I blinked hard and shook my head, trying to regain my train of thought. “Are you okay?” Bill nodded. “Fine. How about you?” He looked me over, checking to make sure I was okay. “My ankle really hurts but I’m okay.” I smiled slightly and turned to Skye, “Are you okay, Skye?” His cheek had a bright red hand imprint on it. Skye nodded. “Yeah.” He looked at me and ruffled my hair. “Does your ankle hurt from him grabbing it? I’m stopping at Aubrey’s for a minute...” I shook my head, “No. It hurts way to much for it to be bruised from his grip; that is why my forearm hurts. I think I landed weird on my ankle, maybe I just sprained it or something.” Skye didn’t look convinced by that but he didn’t say anything. No one did for a while. Skye pulled the car up to the gate to the backyard at Aubrey’s house. He got out and opened the gate. “Gustav, pull the car in for me? I’ll meet you guys inside, just make sure you close the gate,” he called. Gustav climbed across to the driver seat and pulled the car into the backyard parking it. We all got out and I helped Gustav with the gate before going into the house. I could hearing fighting upstairs, I could easily recognize Skye’s voice but the other was too muffled. “Let’s just stay in the living room since we weren’t technically invited in,” I whispered. The others nodded and sat down. I remained standing by the wall trying to hear who Skye was fighting with and what they were saying. I looked back as someone grabbed and tugged on my arm. I smiled and Bill and he pulled me over to the couch. “You were standing weird. Let’s take a look at your ankle.” Bill looked from my face to my foot, like he could see through the shoe and sock. I rolled up my pant leg and took my remaining shoe and my sock off slowly, both from being nervous and it kinda hurt too. I winced and looked at my foot; my whole ankle and a few other places on my foot were a dark purple. Bill carefully put pressure on one of the spots and I screamed in my pain, clamping my hands over my mouth and burying my face in a pillow. “Sorry! Well, I’m not a doctor but I don’t think you sprained your ankle. It could be broken but I’ve never seen a broken bone do this and you were walking on it... kind of.” He looked thoughtful for a while and I pulled my face from the pillow, blinking away tears. We looked at each other before Skye and Aubrey came down. “You okay, we heard you scream.” Skye looked at me worriedly. I nodded. “I’m okay but look at my foot.” I lightly poked it and winced. “Oh, dang. What happened? You tore all the ligaments in your foot.” Aubrey walked over and sat on the coffee table, looking at my foot. Aubrey Mikkel; he had moved here from Germany when he was four and he and Skye had become best friends instantly. They really grew up together and the Mikkels are like me and Skye’s second family. Aubrey is just a year younger than Skye. He knows about Shawn and everything at home, because he had the same situation when he was little but child services took him from his real parents and he was given to a foster family who couldn’t let him go. “I fell from the roof,” I muttered as Bill pulled me into his lap. Aubrey pushed his black and purple hair from his grey eyes. “Shawn?” Both Skye and I nodded silently. Aubrey sighed. “Okay. I’ll be right back.” He went upstairs. “Who’s he?” Bill whispered to me, eyes curious. I looked at Bill and giggled, he looked like a really little kid when he made that face. “His name is Aubrey Mikkel. He’s German. I’ve known him since I was just a tiny little baby and he and Skye are best friends; he’s like my second brother. He’s a really nice guy; he’s always been there for me and Skye.” I looked up as Aubrey came back down. “Crutches?!” I whined and looked at Skye. Skye laughed. “Would you like some crackers with that whine?” I stuck my tongue out and sighed. “You don’t need them but your foot will heal faster if you aren’t walking on it. Besides, these are yours anyway.” Aubrey smirked. “Remember soccer two years ago?” I shuddered and nodded. Two years ago I had sprained my ankle so bad that the doctors thought I had dislocated it or something so I had to walk around with a brace and crutches for a month. It was then I spotted the familiar ankle brace. “Ironic how my feet haven’t grown in two years,” I mumbled sadly as Aubrey fastened the brace to my foot. “Shouldn’t I go to a doctor or something?” Aubrey made a face. “I’m insulted...” I ducked my head and laughed. “Sorry nurse Aubrey! I forgot you were your dad’s nurse.” “Correction: I am my mom’s nurse.” He grinned at me. His mom was a neurologist while his dad was only a dermatologist, so Aubrey felt a sense of pride that he had moved up a level in a way. Aubrey wanted to go to college to become a pediatrician since he loved kids; but right now he just liked working with his parents. “There. Now which one of you really pushed her off the roof?” he asked teasingly, standing up and looking at the others. I stood up and grabbed the crutches, walking around with them for a second. “None of them did, Brey. Bill is too much of a teddy bear”-he blushed when I said that-“, Tom loves me too much, Georg is... well, I dunno but he wouldn’t push me off a roof! And Gustav seems like he’s trying to take on the role of my third brother.” I smiled at Gustav and he half smiled. I looked at Aubrey. “They’re German, like you.” Aubrey laughed. “In that case, es ist sehr nett, Sie zu treffen vier.” He bowed slightly. “Es ist nett, Sie zu treffen auch,” Bill and Georg said politely. Tom only nodded, looking at me. The way he was always staring at me was starting to make me feel uncomfortable; like he would start stalking me or something. [ TOM’S POV ] Seeing her standing there with one foot in a brace and with crutches just made me even more furious with that sorry excuse of a man called her step-dad. The bruises from before were still there but they weren’t quite as dark and pronounced; they were still there, though, and that’s all I cared about. What kind of man regularly beats up a girl? A young girl at that! It made me sick that he would do that without feeling an ounce of guilt. I could hear the others talking, but it was an indistinct buzzing in my head. I didn’t realize it was me they were talking to. “Tomi?” Bill waved his hand in front of my face and snapped. “Hallo?” I blinked and looked at him. “What?” “I said what do you think?” Bill said patiently. I looked at him in confusion. “About what?” “About where we should go.” Amusement was in his eyes now and it kind of bugged me. “Go for what?” I asked impatiently. “To hang out! Gosh, you weren’t paying any attention, were you?” Bill laughed and looked at Amanda. The way he looked at her bugged me even more than his amusement in my ignorance. The way her looked at my Amanda, even though she wasn’t technically mine... yet. [ END POV ] I stopped laughing and my smile faded at the look Tom gave Bill. It kinda scared me; a combination of jealousy, betrayal, anger... I mean, I knew Tom liked me a lot since Bill had told me but he had no reason to look like that; especially to look like that at his own twin brother. “Let’s just stay here,” I said, sitting half on Skye and half on Aubrey. I had hoped that would make Tom stop looking at Bill like that but I was disappointed when he acted like I hadn’t said anything.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 15, 2009 23:29:02 GMT -5
Tom was asleep on the couch, Bill was on the phone with his mom, and I was on the floor finishing my homework. It was pretty quiet except from Tom’s light snoring, Bill’s quiet voice so he wouldn’t wake up Tom, and the scratching of my pencil on the paper. We had come back from hanging out with Skye and Aubrey about an hour ago. It was weird, this hotel suite felt like home to me, and I hadn’t felt at home since mom married Shawn. Maybe that whole “Home is where the heart is” saying is true. I stopped writing and looked at Bill. He was talking quietly in German, sitting at the small dining table. He was quiet as his mom said something and he looked at me, blushing deeply. I tilted my head and he started talking again, his tone sounded mildly embarrassed. What were they talking about? I finished my essay and walked over to Bill as he hung the phone up. “Bill? Can you read my paper? Usually Skye does this but...” I just shrugged. “Of course.” He took the paper, smiling, and set it on the table to read. I sat on chair across from him on my knees, propping myself up with my elbows on the table. It took him a little while to read it, but he looked at me when he finished. “Is this all true?” I nodded and thought for a second. “I was only three years old when my dad died. The day started out nice, he had just gone to work like he did everyday. Skye and me had both had a bad feeling about that day and thought something would happen to him, and he begged him to stay but..... There was a really bad thunderstorm that night and he was later than usual. By, like, a really long time. The phone rang and me and Skye raced to get it but he got there first. He was seven at the time. It was the police and they wanted to talk to mom. She took the phone and, as the police talked to her more and more, her face just got more and more worried and depressed. Then she hung up and told us everything. I didn’t believe her. Not even a little bit. At least, not until the funeral a week later.” I shrugged and sniffled, blinking the tears away. Bill’s face was remorseful. “You were so young.” “Did you know I had a sister?” He shook his head. “What happened?” “She was my idol. I looked up to her like she was gold. She was really pretty and smart and nice. Her name was Emily. She went to New York on a school trip with the rest of her sophomore class, to tour the Twin Tours and stuff. The class was leaving and she had forgotten something inside so she said she would catch up with them. She went back in. It was August 11, 2002.” I stopped and took a deep breath, before realizing Bill had moved his chair next to mine and had his arm over my shoulders. “Every single person in that class but my sister got out without a scratch. Every person in that class survived but Emily,” I started to sob. “My dad then Emily... Might as while have taken mom too! All my life I’ve been paranoid something was going to happen to Skye and I would be left with alone.” Bill hugged me and I cried into his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He stroked my hair and I just cried. I had never told anyone I knew about Emily. After she died, I stopped talking to people and eventually lost all my friends. After I started getting over it and talking to people, I just never mentioned her. Why did I trust Bill so much, why was I willing to tell him everything? Why was it like this and he didn’t even like me?! He lightly kissed the top of my head and sighed. “How old were you then?” “I was ten,” I said, finally calming down. Bill shook his head. “You had a traumatizing childhood, didn’t you?” He pulled back and looked at my face. I nodded. That’s all I could do, him looking at me like that with his hypnotizing eyes made it hard to make my mouth work. “Your paper was really good, though. You really put your heart into it, and not only could I tell that by reading but I could feel it too.” He wiped away a tear that rolled down my cheek. “Let’s go to bed. Tom’s asleep on the couch; I think we should take advantage of that.” I laughed quietly and nodded. I got up and walked into the bedroom. I quickly undressed and got into my tank top and sweats. I climbed up onto the bed and sat down on my side, waiting. Bill walked in and tossed two objects to me, “These fell out of your backpack when I picked it up.” I squeaked and hugged the small snow leopard. It was just barely smaller than my hand. “I though I lost this at school!” I looked at Bill and stifled a laugh; he was smirking and looked like he was trying his hardest not to laugh. “Oh, shut up! My dad gave me Luna when I was a baby; she is one of my prized possessions!” I carefully set the stuffed animal down and picked up my iPod. “This, however, is my life. I searched my room for this while we were at my house and I couldn’t find it. I thought I was going to die without my music.” “You say that like you aren’t currently living with two musicians.” Bill raised a brow, before pulling his shirt off. I giggled, and I wasn’t entirely sure it was from what he said. Though, I loved how he considered me as living with them instead of just staying until they left. “I kinda forgot that. Probably because I haven’t heard you play since I met you!” I crossed my arms, trying to keep a straight face. “Touché. Tomi and I will play for you tomorrow after school, then.” He smiled, taking his pants off. I nodded and blushed, looking down. “School, right...” I fiddled with the cord to my ear buds. “You can look now,” Bill laughed and the bed shifted. I looked up and blushed harder. He was wearing a shirt and shorts now but I think the image of him standing there in only his boxers were burned into my memory. I looked back down and played with the cord again. Bill lifted my chin and tilted his head slightly. “Tell me something. And you have to be honest.” After I nodded, he continued, “What are you thinking, right now?” “All those things you said about me at my house today... Are they true?” I bit my lip as he just looked at my face. “Yes. I meant every word,” he said, looking into my eyes. “Then you have to honestly tell me something.” I closed my eyes and Bill dropped his hand. “Yesterday you told me you didn’t want anything to happen to me because that’s just how you are. Is that true or do you like me more than you want to lead onto?” My eyes were still closed and my heart was trying to hammer right through my chest. I was so nervous, I though I was going to be sick. I took a deep breath and held it, opening my eyes.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 15, 2009 23:29:52 GMT -5
Oh god, he looked so indifferent; he looked like he didn’t want to hurt my feelings but he didn’t want to lie; he looked like this was a stupid question that he had already answered. Why was I always so stupid?! [ BILL’S POV ] I should’ve seen that question coming. I wanted to tell her how much I really loved her; how happy it made me to see her everyday since we met; how much I loved holding her in my arms. But Tom... I couldn’t betray him like that. On the other hand, she had poured her heart out to me and I had confessed what I thought of her; she had truthfully answered my question so I should truthfully answer her question, right? “I think you’re a really great person and I really like having you around.” More than you could even fathom. “You’re a really sweet girl and an amazing friend.” She shut her eyes again and nodded once, pursing her lips. “Right... Friend,” she said in barely a whisper. A tear rolled down her cheek and I felt horrible. We both turned and looked at the doorway when Tom knocked. “No cutting in on my night in the bed,” he teased, smirking. The smirk disappeared and he looked at Amy. “Are you okay?” Amy looked at me then back to Tom and nodded. “Fine,” she said, wiping the tears from her eyes and half smiling. She got off the bed and walked over to him, putting her arms around his neck and hugging him. “Are you sure you’re okay, Amanda?” Tom asked, putting his forehead against hers. “Yes, I’m okay.” She smiled. Tom messed with his lip ring and I knew he wanted to kiss her like crazy. “Would you tell me if something was wrong?” Amy nodded. “Yeah.” I was suddenly invisible, nonexistent. At least I was to them. And, as Tom tilted his head and pressed his lips against hers, I felt my heart break into a million pieces. I couldn’t even escape; my eyes were glued to them and they were blocking the only exit. Every second felt like a million years but I finally stood up and stumbled over to them. “Excuse me.” I sighed and pushed past them, a task not easily achieved. I walked out of the room and knocked on Gustav’s door. “Gustav? Are you awake?” He opened the door. “Yeah. What’s up?” I rubbed my arms and looked back toward my suite. “Can I come in?” “Yeah, of course. Make yourself at home.” Gustav stepped out of the way and shut the door behind me. “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” I sat down and put my face in my hands. I wanted to cry so badly, but Gustav had already seen me breakdown once today. I had to keep myself together until I was alone. “Yeah, fine,” I muttered, sure he could see right through the lie. “Okay...” He wasn’t convinced but he wasn’t going to try to pry it out of me. “Where are Tom and Mandy?” “I’ll give you one guess.” I looked at him. Gustav pursed his lips. “Ahh, I see. Well, at least now I know what’s wrong. I’m sorry, I know you liked her. A lot.” That was the thing too. She had asked me twice if I liked her and I basically lied both times. I had ruined my chances with her and now she was with Tom. I didn’t even want to think about what they were doing but I couldn’t control my thoughts. “Yeah,” I mumbled after a while. “Do they know? You know, that you like her?” Gustav sat next to me. I shook my head. “And I didn’t know you knew. I haven’t told her. Or Tom. But I knew Tom liked her a lot and I didn’t want to betray him like that. He’s my brother and I want him to be happy; I want her to be happy too.” I looked straight ahead at the wall. “Even if that means you’re miserable?” Gustav sounded slightly annoyed. “Man up, you liked her first! Don’t be such a wimp! She likes you, that’s obvious as anyone can see, and you’re just going to let Tom steal her away?!” “Ja...” I sighed and stood up. “I’m going to see if I can get another room. I can’t be in there with them. Danke, Gustav.” I walked out the door and to the elevator. When the doors opened, I walked in and punched the button, sitting in the back corner. I shoved the heels of my hands into my eyes and grit my teeth; Gustav’s words echoed in my head. “Man up! Don’t be such a wimp!” I stood up and walked out into the lobby, to the front desk. “Excuse me, but can I get a room please?” The man looked at me strangely since I had just come from the elevator and I looked half asleep, but I didn’t care. He handed me a room key. “Room 409. Have a nice stay, sir.” I took the key and stumbled back over to the elevator. “OH MY GOD! IT’S BILL KAULITZ!” Girls screamed and ran toward the elevator. The doors shut and I heard them bang on them as I slowly was taken up to my floor. I could count on the girls tracking me down, they usually did. At least I was one floor above the only girl that mattered. The doors opened and I walked out, looking at the room numbers lifelessly until I got to the right one. I unlocked the door and walked in, turning on the lights. I looked around for a minute before turning the lights back off and walking to the bedroom. I flopped down on the bed and it wasn’t look before I was asleep. [ END POV, FF TO MORNING ] I sat in the living room eating a piece or toast and checking over my homework. Tom was in the shower so I had to wait until he got out until I could get ready. I didn’t know where Bill had gone when he walked out last night, Gustav and Georg said they hadn’t seen him. After he had left, though, Tom and I had a mild makeout session. I was still sad, though; I was in love with Bill, not Tom. Tom came out with a towel wrapped low around his hips. “There you go; all yours.” He smirked at me, “The bathroom is, too.” I laughed and stood up. “Oh, ha. Ha. You are so funny! I playfully slapped his arm and grabbed an outfit from my bag before going to take a shower. [ FF TO AFTER AMANDA’S SHOWER ] I put on my clothes and brushed my hair and teeth. I wanted to be a little early for school so I had time to tell my friends about my crazy weekend. I put on my makeup and walked out. “Tom, how am I getting to school?” “I’ll drive you. Gustav and Georg said they’re going to try to find Billa.” He grabbed his car keys. “Are you ready?” I grabbed my backpack, carefully sliding my homework into it. “Mhm.” We walked out the door and down to Tom’s Cadillac. I told him where my school was and he headed down the road. The sun was shining and the snow was melting; it was going to be a great day. “Are you guys going to come have lunch with me?” I looked at Tom, hopeful. Tom smirked. “I don’t know. When’s your lunch?” I smiled, “12:45 to 1:30.” “I think you can count on us showing up, yeah.” He grinned at me and pulled into the school parking lot. “I’ll try and get you a new cell phone before we come see you, too. Okay?” I nodded and grabbed my backpack. “Okay.” I leaned over and kissed his check before getting out, “See you at lunch!” I shut the door and walked up to my friend, who stood with her jaw dropped almost right off her face. “Morning, Jaclyn.” “Was that... Tom Kaulitz?” Jaclyn looked at me, eyes wide. I nodded. “Yup. I met him and his brother and Gustav and Georg on Saturday. But my lips are sealed until everyone else is with us.” I smirked and turned as a horn honked. I waved as Tom drove away. “Oh my god... We’ll let’s go!” Jaclyn grabbed my wrist and pulled me to where we and our other friends hung out. The others were already there and waiting.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Nov 15, 2009 23:30:41 GMT -5
“Mandyson! That snow day yesterday was so great! I had forgotten about the personal essay we had to write and got a whole extra day.” Olivia smiled and pat the seat on the bench beside her. I sat down and put my backpack in my lap. “I know, right?! What did you all do this weekend?” “Who cares?! Tell us about-“ I clamped my hand over Jaclyn’s mouth. “I’ll tell in a minute, just shut up,” I hissed in her ear. She nodded and I pulled my hand away. “Olivia and I went to the mall Saturday. Then, on Sunday, we went to a party.” Patricia looked at Olivia and they shared a smile. “A party Marc Harris threw,” they gushed, squealing. “Then homework yesterday.” “Mandy can top Marc Harris,” Jaclyn said. “I babysat my brother and the neighbors Saturday, went to the movies with my boyfriend Sunday, and did nothing yesterday. What about you Mandy?” She smirked at me. “Uh, hello? Am I not here right now?” Brad made a face. Trevor snorted, “I guess us guys are invisible.” “Travis, Brad, and Trevor; the invisible three!” Travis laughed. I nodded, “I wasn’t going to say anything until we heard about your weekend, guys.” I smiled and crossed my arms on the table. The three looked at each other and then us. “We. Did...” They paused dramatically. “Nothing!” We all laughed. “Really, though, we worked at my dad’s shop all weekend. Lame right?” Brad rolled his eyes. “Awh, I’m sorry. Now, Amanda, about your weekend?” Jaclyn tapped her fingers impatiently. I rolled my eyes and sighed. “Okay, can’t keep Jackie waiting any longer or her head might explode. This weekend, I-“ Travis clamped his hand over my mouth. “Shh! I wanna see if her head explodes!” He sat staring at Jaclyn intently until I licked his hand. “Ew! You are sick, young missy!” He wiped his hand off on my pants. I laughed and shrugged, “That’s what you get.” I smirked and pat his head, “I still love you though.” I looked at Jaclyn and nodded, “I’m going to continue, just stop looking at me like that! It burns!” I thought for a minute. “Saturday morning, I woke up and decided to go shopping since we needed a few things at home and I just wanted to get out for a while. Skye was going to go with me but he wound up making me go all alone.” I pouted and everyone stifled a laugh, except Jaclyn. “So I was getting some Starbucks and someone stole my phone and groceries, and I spilled my drink right in front of this really hot guy.” “Like, oh my god, I bet that was so, like, embarrassing! How hot was he?” Brad smirked and laughed. “Shut up Brad,” I laughed. “And he was super hot; like, way hotter than you.” I raised a brow before going on. “He told me his name was Bill and bought me a new drink and let me sit with him at his table. There I met his brother Tom and a couple of their friends, Georg and Gustav, and we all talked for a while. Then they kidnapped me and took me to a studio where they let me listen to their band. Their name is Tokio Hotel or something.” I bit my lip as the other girls gasped and looked at each other. “They weren’t that good or anything but they were nice enough so I stuck around. Then, the guitarist, Tom, drove me home. Shawn was Shawn, what else can I tell you? Then we went out to dinner and who else should I see but...?” “They followed you?!” Olivia’s eyes went wide. I shook my head. “Just a coincidence. I think. I dunno, I’ll have to ask them! I never thought of the fact they could have been following me!” I sat for a minute, thinking about that. “Oh, yeah, anyway! After dinner, I snuck out of the house and hung out with them at the park down the street from me until around 5 am. And, uhm... Bill. He kissed me.” I blushed and sucked my head. Patricia’s jaw dropped. “He kissed you! Oh my god, Amanda! You kissed a celebrity!” “Will you shut up?! I don’t want the whole world to know! Besides, he isn’t even the one who likes me. Tom likes me.” I made a face, a combination of despair and annoyance. “When I went home... Well, let’s just skip that part of the story,” I said, pulling the sleeves of my jacket and shirt up so they could see the bruises. “Skye took me to the hotel Bill and Tom were staying at and I’ve been staying with them since. And that was only Saturday.” I blew on my nails and rubbed them on the shoulder of my shirt. “Well, are you going to tell us the rest?! I mean, you can’t leave us hanging,” Jaclyn demanded. I went on and told them about the rest of my weekend, all of them shocked by everything; even the boys! Shortly after I finished, until the bell rang and we had to go to class. [ FF TO LUNCH ] “Mandy!” Olivia and the others sat at my table. “Is that story true?” Jaclyn rolled her eyes. “I’m an eye witness. I saw Tom drop her off and she kissed him on the cheek.” I opened my mouth to say something but wound up laughing. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude or anything but these spots are taken.” “By who?” Trevor demanded. Patricia gasped. “Oh my god, they’re coming here to see you for lunch, aren’t they?” I shrugged. “Tom said they would. I know at least he’ll come...” I really hoped Bill would too. “Well, can we meet them?” Jaclyn gave me the pleading puppy dog eyes. “Pwease, pwease, pwease?!” I snickered and shrugged. I had no problem with it as long as they behaved themselves. “Sure, but you can’t freak out or anything. They’re just normal guys.” “Except Tom,” Jaclyn gushed with gaga eyes. “He is such a sex god.” I rolled my eyes and grinned as I spotted Tom walked toward my table, Gustav and Georg flanking him. Tom sat on one side of me and Georg on the other as Gustav sat across. “Hey guys! No luck finding Bill?” Tom shook his head and pushed his sunglasses up. “No, but I don’t think he left the hotel like I did.” I put a cell phone down on the table in front of me and kissed my cheek. I giggled and blushed. “Thank you.” I looked at my friends, “Oh, these are my friends; Brad, Patricia, Jaclyn, Trevor, Travis, and Olivia. Guys, this is Tom, Georg, and Gustav.” I looked at my new cell phones. I t was one those dual sliders that had a T9 and a keyboard. “Did you guys already put your numbers into it?” I asked. “Yes,” Tom said. “And Skye’s. Even Aubrey’s, just in case.” “Yuck, my brother.” Olivia stuck her tongue out. Tom looked at Olivia and she froze for a second, pulling her tongue back into her mouth. “Aubrey’s your brother?” “Adoptive, yeah.” Olivia shrugged. Tom nodded then looked back to me. “We excused the rest of your classes today. Want to go grab some lunch and help us find baby brother Bill?” “Yeah, okay.” I handed my phone to Brad, “Put your number in it and pass it around before I go, okay?” Brad nodded and quickly put his cell phone number in my phone, and it was passed between my friends. “Marc will be so jealous,” Jaclyn whispered to me as I stood up. I sighed and nodded. I had once had a huge crush on Marc Harris, the most popular boy in my whole grade. Now I really only wanted my teddy bear.
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Post by Stasya ♥ on Dec 26, 2009 21:39:59 GMT -5
It had been three days since Bill left and no one had heard from him. The thing that bugged me most about was no one seemed worried but me and they were leaving in three days. I pulled out my cell phone and wrote a new text. "Bill, i know youre probably annoyed by the texts I keep sending you but i just want to know youre okay. Plz write me back xoxo, Mandy" I sent it without any hope of getting a reply. I had texted him exactly thirty-two, now thirty-three, times since I had gotten my new phone and I never got a reply. "One new message" I opened the text nervously. "Hi Amy. Your texts are not annoying me; I¡¦m glad you have a new phone. I'm okay, I guess. Don't worry. Love, Bill" I sighed and read the text over a couple of times before typing up a reply. "How can i NOT worry? Youve completely disappeared from the face of the earth... I miss you." I looked up as Tom sat next to me. "Hey, do you want to go get something to eat?" He put his arm over my shoulders. "Not really," I sighed. "I'm not hungry. You can go ahead if you want to, though." I toyed with the phone in my hands anxiously, hoping I would get another reply. "Alright, if you say so." Tom sighed and stood up, walking out of the room. I knew he wasn't happy with me but I really wasn't hungry. I also knew he would forgive me. As soon as the phone started to buzz I opened it. "I miss you too. Meet me in the hotel lobby by the front desk in five minutes?" I stood up and walked over to my shoes, putting them on. "Okay. Ill see you in a few minutes." I ran a hand through my hair and pulled the hood of my sleeveless, checkered shirt up in case one of the guys were in the hallway. Not like they wouldn't know it was me since I was the only one in this room but I didn't want risk them not seeing me walk out but recognizing me as I walked down the hallway. I walked out of the suite, holding my phone in my hands so tight I thought I might break it, and into the elevator. I waited as it slowly traveled downward, tapping my fingers impatiently. As soon as the doors opened at the main floor, I stepped out and looked toward the front desk. There was someone standing by it wearing a black hoodie with the hood hiding their face. I grinned and jogged over. I tapped his shoulder and my grin turned into horror at the black masked face. As I was grabbed a flipped around, the barrel of the pistol pressed to my temple, I screamed and followed along with the figure's movement. "Nobody move!" The man pointed the pistol toward the man at the front desk, "Give me the money. NOW! Or this pretty little girl won't see the light of day again!" He put the gun back to my head and I pursed my lips. The man at the front desk looked between me and the robber with wide eyes before he emptied the cash register and handed the wads of money to the man. "Now I'm going to walk out and none of you are calling the cops!" He pointed the gun to every person in the lobby as he edged toward the door, pulling me along with him. It was freezing cold outside and I immediately wished I had worn my jacket. I closed my eyes as the man continued to drag me along with him out in the cold. "Amanda?!" I opened my eyes and jerked my head to where the mellifluous voice had come from. "Bill!" I had to smile for just a second, glad to see he was okay, but I gasped as the robber pointed the gun to him. "Hey buddy, stay back!" The robber's hand shook nervously and I wondered if he might accidently shoot someone. Bill put his hands up. "I don't have a phone and I don't have a weapon, don't worry. Just let the girl go." His eyes flashed just past us but back to the man's face. Before I could even blink, both me and the thief were on the ground and Bill took a quick step toward us. The gun was out of his hands but the thief snatched a knife from his pocket and swung as soon as Bill as within reaching distance. Bill yelped and jerked back, holding his arm. "Grab her," Bill yelled to someone behind us. I turned to look and screamed at the sound of a gun shot that was right next to me. I put my hands over my ears as it echoed deafeningly. "DAMMIT!" I saw a man rolling on the ground clutching his leg and biting his lip. He swore and hissed obscene things before he jumped up and leapt at the robber, twisting his arm to let go of the gun. "Amanda!" I stood up and looked around but couldn't see Bill. "Where are you?¡¨ I said, almost crying, as I looked around like a lost fawn. "Just follow my voice!" I did the best I could, listening. "Keep talking or I can't!" It was quiet for a while until I heard him singing one of the first songs he had sang when I first met him. I followed the sound until I came to a dark ally. I stopped, not really sure it was a smart idea. "Amanda? Can you hear me?" I took a deep breath and ran into the darkness until I smashed into something. "B-Bill?" I felt arms around my neck before being pulled into something warm. "Yeah, it's me. Are you okay?" I wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled my face in his neck. "No! First I thought something happened to you and then I finally get word from you. Then I get held as safety for some dumb-ass robber with a gun held to my head; let me tell you something, it's horrifying looking down the barrel of a gun! Next thing I know you and some man I don't know are trying to get me away from him and - Are you okay?! Who was that guy?" I pulled back but couldn't see him. "He cut you and -" "Amanda, calm down. Please." I felt his hand on my face. "I'm fine, it's just a cut. He was just someone I met in the bar, don't worry. Just stay right there." His hand was gone and I heard him stand up. The tearing of cloth made me jump and it was quiet for a minute. "Hey, Bill, you down there?" "Yeah but hold on." "Didja get 'er?" "Yeah. Are you okay?" I looked down where I heard the other guy's voice and saw his silhouette in the setting sun light. "The bastard shot my leg but I think I'm okay." Bill grabbed my arm and helped me up. I held onto him tightly and we walked out of the ally toward the man. "You didn't have to help you know." We emerged from the darkness and I squinted until I could see. I recognized the man. "Oh my god, Andy?!" I leapt from Bill to my cousin, tackling him; I hadn't seen him in six years. "I thought you lived in Arizona!" "Hah, hey squirt! I didn't recognize you! I do but - well, I did. Mary filed for divorce and kicked me out so I thought I'd come home." He ruffled my hair. Bill looked at us. "What a small world." He sounded mildly uninterested but in a little bit of awe. I stood up and hugged Bill again. "No, it's not. It's just fate I guess." I smiled as he wrapped his arms around my waist tightly. "Fate." He sounded amused by that. "Come with me." Bill took my hand and pried me out of the hug. "Thanks again, Andy. I guess I'll see you around." "Let me guess, your mom and step-dad don't know about this." Andy looked at me, face completely serious. I nodded. "And you can't tell them anything, Andy! You have to promise me you won't!" "Hell no, I won't tell anyone a thing! You're a smart kid, you wouldn't just run away without a good reason. Have fun." Andy started to walk away but stopped and looked back at us, "But not too much fun..." He smirked and walked away. I laughed and looked back at Bill. "Let's go." He nodded with a slight smile and we started walking. We walked for a while until we got to the park. Bill sat on a bench and pulled me onto his lap. We just sat quietly for what felt like forever; I didn't care, I was just happy to be in his lap. He took his jacket off and draped it over my shoulders. I was thankful for the warmth. "I have to tell you something," Bill finally said, looking at me. I nodded and looked at him. "Okay, what is it?" He looked straight ahead for a second then back at me, deep in my eyes. "I lied before. I like you so much more than I lead on; like is such a small word though. I love you as much as any one person can love another." I blinked and bit my lip, smiling. "Really?" He nodded, still being completely serious, but his eyes seemed less dire and urgent; they seemed more relieved and happy. "Every second I'm with you is amazing and I cherish it; every second I'm away from you it feels like someone is ripping me slowly and painfully to shreds; your voice is the only thing that can give me instant joy; your presence is... almost intoxicating... with how much I enjoy it." Bill smirked and shook his head, "You can't even begin to comprehend how much I love you. You can't even begin to understand how important you are to me." I couldn't keep the grin off my face anymore. "I wish you would've told me earlier, I felt like you just didn't... Like I wasn't..." He smirked and hugged me close. "I didn't tell you before because of Tom. I knew he liked you and I wanted him to be happy but as soon as I saw that I completely hated myself and my heart was shattered in a million pieces. And that whole time I was gone I couldn't stop thinking about you and how stupid I had been to let you go; how stupid I was to lie to you just to make Tom happy. It doesn't matter anymore, though, because now you know how I feel about you. Who you choose is up to you." He let me go and looked at me. I looked at him as if it were the stupidest question ever. "You. I choose you. That's obvious, there is no one I could love more than I love you, Bill Kaulitz." Bill grinned. "And there is no one in this universe I could love anywhere near as much as I love you, Amanda Sanders." He gently pressed his lips against mine.
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