Heyyy guys! How are du? Like my German? My very bad German, because I think I can only say ; Hello, goodbye, you, they, sex god, children, shit, and fag! Yes such an advance knowledge of the language!Oh and I can say love and confessions... Well back to the Topic at view :p I said I was going to write a sequel to Tom She's Fifteen! Well Here It Is! Just to let you guys know I'm going to take a break from all my other stories to focus on this one- and maybe update the other ones every once and awhile... sorry family issues...I also want to focus on some one-shots maybe a few two-shots but I really just want to go on one thing for a while so I don't get so overwhelmed!

Rated T: For strong language, and slight sexual content

A/U:If you didn't already guess this is the sequel to Tom she's Fifteen! So if you havent read that story you might want to or you might not understand

Disclaimer: I don't own Tokio Hotel or any of the members- I just do this for the love of writing and my love for Tokio Hotel

Sorry For ALL tHE wIERD lIENS My Computer is screwed up right now


*Five Months After Elan Ran Away *

BPOV

I couldn't tell you how many times I had looked for her! I really didn't know were to start. She could be anywhere in California. She could be in Hollywood or San Diego, anywhere. The state was so damn big! Why did everyone just say, you'll find her? They all say "Bill it's alright, You'll find her, you'll move on, everything's fine." Well its not! SHE LEFT! I feel like someone had taken my heart ripped it in two, stabbed it, tore it, set it on fire, then just to finish it off just left it there, alone.

It is so wrong to say I love her but I do! Yes, she is fifteen, or maybe she's sixteen now. The only one who doesn't call me a pedophile is Tom. Its horrible how when everyone is saying "its going to be fine" in their minds they think I'm some sick child molester, who just took advantage of her, and that's why she left.

What if that's the reason she did leave? What if she thought I raped her. Just the night before thou she tried to do it, but she was drunk.

All these horrible thoughts ran through my head everyday! They would not leave me. Its not like I could just move on. She was just so, mine. I felt like she actually like... loved me. Is that so horrible to think? How could I get her out of my mind; her pale skin, she anorexic looking body. Her piano tattoo, her double industrial's that crossed each other to form an X.

She was always on my mind. I didn't care for anything anymore, but her. Music was seeming just like something that kept me going. It was an outlet. How ever I felt I would write them down into my lyrics. Sorry for the fans but the new album was probably going to be very daunt.

I stood at my window staring at the moon that was shining off the pools of all our neighbors. I had even moved here for her! I moved to LA just so I could find her, search for her every moment I could. But I wasn't searching for her tonight.

Tom was determined that I wasn't going to search for her tonight. He said I needed sleep. I didn't! I need her. Sleep I can have anytime, it will always be there. But Elan, she's not here, she's not with me. What I don't understand is that he didn't even stay with me! He's out! Probably getting wasted.

I walked back, onto my bed. Now just staring at the ceiling making the patterns with my imagination.

"Bill! Billa! Wake up!" I opened my eyes to Tom above me. I quickly shot up out of bed. Tom had a wide smile on his face, almost crooked.

"I swear she was there! Elan, she was at the strip club I was at!" I shook my head. He must have been using or something.

"Tom you're wasted, go to bed." But he didn't leave he just stood there looking at me.

"You think I'm lying don't you? Well I'm not. Just look at the picture I took" He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, then started flipping through. "Look-" He pointed the screen right in my face. I took the phone from his hands and looked, it was just the back of some girl with a tramp-stamp tattoo.

"Tom, I have seen a million girls with that tattoo!"

He raised his brows."Don't you remember? I got her a tattoo just like that. The day after she got all drunk."

"You got her drunk, Tom." He rolled his eyes. "That's beside the point, she was there!" I shock my head.

"Tom it wasn't her."

A quick glimpse of anger hung in his eyes. "Than why when I yelled Elan, did she look at me, then run to the door that's in the back that says employes only?"

"That girl probably thought you were a creep so she ran away!" I re tolerated

"Damn it Bill! You say you miss her so much. When you're not looking for her, you're mopping around the house. Now that I think I found her you're going in denial about it! You have a chance, if all else fails and its not her, then its not. But if you go, and it is her, then you found her! She's yours ,you wouldn't have to worry anymore, just take the fucking chance!" He yelled.

I looked up tears just starting to form in my eyes. "I don't deserve her! I might as well just let her grow up, be a kid! I took her innocence away Tom! I feel disgusting about it now, that's why she ran."

Tom scoffed." One: she was as non innocent as the devil wearing pasties and a thong. Two: You didn't take anything away from her, she wasn't a virgin or anything. Three: I think it's a little two late for her to be a kid, she does drugs, slept with a rock star, and if I'm correct, she works at a strip club."

He paused for a moment. "Oh and just remember, you're out of her liege, not the other way around." He smiled at me for a moment then left.

I stood there for a moment, taking everything he had just said. What if he was right!

I had to make sure that she was there, if I let the opportunity slip, I might never find her!

I got out of bed running right to my closet. Tomorrow night I would go to that club and find her. I looked to the clock to check the time. Three A.M. It blinked at me. Scratch that thought I will find her later tonight.

Going through all my clothes. What could a wear, but not be recognized. Dressy was out of option, but causal beanie and jean Bill wouldn't work either. I pulled out an old gray hoodie that had been in the back of the closet. That would work. Now for pants. Skinny would be a dead give away. Then I got it. I quickly ran to Toms room that was just a door away from mine.

"Tom! Tom! Please dear to the devil herself Katy Perry tell me that you have some pants that are just a little tight?" I pleaded, knocking on the door. Tom soon appeared.

"For someone who was just really all depressed a second ago and is now asking me if I have tight pants might need to check if they have a bipolar problem, or maybe a sexuality problem?" I smiled knowing he was kidding. "I think I might have a pair" He smiled waving his hand for me to come in.

I looked around at his room, he had pictures of girls all over his wall, mostly in thongs and most of them Jessica Alba. It kinda gave me the creeps.

"Here-" He said throwing me a pair of jeans. "Thanks," I said quickly then walking back to my room."

"Hey Billa?" I looked over my shoulder to Tom.

"Yea?"

"Are you going to go find her?"

"Yea, and I wont stop till I will."


Yea! First chapter! All done... man... that took a lot out of me, thank god I have a three day weekend, and a half day on Friday! Yeah! Life is starting to be sweet again. Well there are these two people plus their little pet- eh I'm not going into it they might just read it for some strange reason. But Yea me and my buddy are really happy...* wink wink * But yeeah for me starting this! I'm so happy about it, this story is going to be even better than the fist! Now that I got that out of my system I now have to go to the hospital cuz my brother snapped and now is a paranoid schizophrenic in a mental hospital...

But yea hoped u liked it, same rule from last story three reviews(Or more :p) New chapter

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