Fan Fic

Rebecca's POV

After five glorious years and a beautiful daughter together we were over. I thought this was the man I would marry, that I would spend the rest of my life in his arms, and after 90 years we would still find each other beautiful and amazing in every way. We had grown apart, become different people. It had already been several months since we ended things and I felt oddly liberated. Even though I had loved this man with every fiber of my being I somehow, deep down, knew we weren't meant to be. They truly were glorious years. We were, on paper, the perfect match. Both calm, cool, and collected. We cared deeply for our friends and family, were hard working, kind, and honest. We liked a lot of the same things and seemed to have the same goals. Of course paper, like a relationship, can tear and tatter. I'm still amazed that, being such a self aware person, I sat in contentment for so long. For the most part he was an amazing man but I could feel something deep inside me screaming, "He's not yours!"

I am, in most respects, a simple sort of woman with many beliefs. I believe in love at first sight, mushy songs, and staying up all night talking. I believe in good and evil, right and wrong, karma and destiny. I believe in giving a hand up, not a hand out. I believe that snowball fights are good for the soul and chocolate can mend the heart. I believe that some things are worth fighting for. I believe in keeping those nearest and dearest in my heart at all times. I believe in treasuring defining moments in life, the points where everything leads to the person you are today. As I rolled out of bed and headed to the airport one morning I had no idea that one of those moments was about to occur.

It had been a short flight from Georgia to Texas and an even shorter drive to the hotel. As I stood at the counter waiting patiently a man named Kevin quickly gathered my key and offered to escort me to my room. It turns out he was the owner who had apparently decided to upgrade me to a suit with no additional charge. At first I thought maybe I had randomly won some sort of customer appreciate prize for spending an obscene amount of days in their corporation of hotels across the US, but as it turns out he had read my book and was supposedly "in love with the fictional stories my imagination could create". As we discussed my book and he revealed that he was a workaholic with no where better to be then at the hotel making sure everything ran smoothly. I felt sorry for him that night as I tucked myself under the king-sized sheets because even though I was all alone in that gigantic suite I had a warm home with a beautiful little girl waiting on me in Georgia, along with my family and friends.

I jumped out of the shower and examined myself in the hotel mirror feeling very lucky that pregnancy and I had gotten along so well. Truly the only thing that changed was I went from a very content DD all the way to a backbreaking F. My shoulders ached at the end of each day and I vowed that once my book made some good money I would get a reduction.

I quickly primped for the Tokio Hotel signing session. Slipping into a fifties, pin-up style shirt, dark denim, and some killer heels. I could feel the excitement coursing through me as I thought about finally getting to see them up close and personal.

Looking at my phone I realized my princess should be home from daycare so I called Ashlia's Papi to ask about her day. At three years old, it's usually not a very productive conversation but I still love doing it while I'm away. She melts my heart every time four little words come from her mouth. "I love you Mami!" She said before abruptly handing the phone back to Jason. By the time I reached my rental car I had already told her good night and made sure Jason was taking take of my animals. I'm so glad we never got around to moving in together. It made the break up much nicer. Honestly, I think we make better friends now a days, even if I did occasionally miss our romps in the bed.

Lord knows I love any sort of car that can rip through the streets and hug a mean curve so when I found out my agent had scored me a fiery red, M3 Coupe, stick shift, I was in heaven. I jumped in the rental and turned on my iPod. Cranking up the bass I selected the Zimmer Album and screeched out of the parking deck while I sang along. When I finally pulled into the lot of the signing session, I unplugged the iPod and brought it with me, along with some portable speakers. Making my way into the mall I quickly found the back of the line but kept the music going. Only a few close by knew what the lyrics meant but they belted it out anyways. We hung out and I explained a few of the songs to those that didn't speak German.

There were probably fifteen people in line that looked like they could be in there twenties like me. Most were younger but I knew what to expect so it didn't come as a shock, by any means. The line went at a snails pace so I snagged the phone out of my purse and dialed 411.

"Now what was the name of that place I saw on the way here?" I thought to myself.

"That's right. Johnny's Pizzeria! Damn good thing the place was at a stop light otherwise I never would've been able to read it at the speed I was going."

I got the number and had them patch me through to the company making sure to order a lot of pizza! I knew I wouldn't be the only one famished. I set aside the one I ordered for the guys, just in case, and grabbed five drinks from a vending machine as the line passed by, guzzling mine quickly.

I was the absolute last person in line but that was ok with me. When I got inside I could tell the guys were incredibly tired. I patiently waited for my turn to come. As I walked up, all the guys looked at the pizza in unison.

"Hey guys. I figured you might be hungry so I got you some food."

They stared at the box so hard I thought they might be trying to play some sort of Jedi mind trick on me. I stepped back, a little worried that I might lose a limb if they all lunged at the same time.

"I know it's a safety issue that usually prevents you guys from being able to eat things from fans so I told the pizza guy to tape it shut so you'd know I didn't mess with anything." I cautiously finished well aware of the crazed look on their faces.

Their eyes were stuck like a lion hunched down in the grass; about to spring for it's pray. I sat it down on the table and jumped backwards, watching as they catapulted themselves onto the box like vultures! They devoured it so quickly that if I hadn't carried it myself I would've sworn the pizza guy had jipped me. They sat back on full stomachs and all grinned at me.

"So what can we sign for you?" Georg asked

I held out my CD case and they all took turns signing their names. Then Tom pulled out a band photo and they each wrote their own thanks for apparently saving them from wasting away.

"Now if we only had a drink that wasn't water!" Said Georg, smacking his lips in disdain for the now warm beverage he had taken a swig of.

"Oh! I completely forgot." I spoke as I hoisted a bag up on the table.

With a thud the sodas rolled out.

"Are you a food angel or something?" spouted Tom

"No. I just know how it goes." I chuckled. "I've been doing book signings like crazy so I know how you feel by the end of the day. I don't know that I have nearly as large a following as you guys though."

I laughed to myself as they tried to place who I might be and if they knew me.

Bill quickly filled the silent spot and un-shamefully asked me,

"What kind of book?"

"It's about the things I've done and seen along with a lot of my poetry thrown in. I had some very crazy, very fun years and I felt the need to share some of my stories with the masses. This is definitely not the type of thing you'll see in the Oprah book club though." I added with a wink. "Most people don't believe half the stories I tell." I joked with one eyebrow hoisted and the other eye squinted, imitating the typical skepticism. "Lucky for me I have the friends to back me up."

"Do you happen to have any on you?"

Guess I sparked Gustav's interest.

"No. I actually didn't think we'd get to talk but I do have some back at my hotel. If you tell me where you're staying then I can have four sent over to you."

"You mean you don't want to bring them yourself?" Tom questioned with mild shock splayed across his face.

"Why so surprised?" I asked, curious to hear his answer.

"Because most women we meet are doing everything in their power to find a way in" he said with the corner of his lip turned up, showing just how highly he thought of himself.

"Well, I'm not most women!" I stated matter-of-factly.