Well I finally got this started! I don't like this first chapter very much but I thought I just needed to upload it before I go absolutely crazy over it. The second chapter will be better, I promise! I'll probably be updating this… hmm maybe once or twice a month? I don't know really but I just don't want you guys to get your hopes up about having a new chapter every week. Anyway! Hopefully you enjoy this a little :)
22nd February, 2010
Für einen Tag
Für eine Nacht
Für einen Moment
In dem du lachst
Wir durchbrechen die Zeit
Gegen jedes Gesetz
Für immer du und ich
Für immer jetzt
Wir setzen unsere Scherben
Zusammen
Wir sind Eins wie Yin und Yang
Wir setzen unsere Scherben
Zusammen
Wir sind Eins wie Yin und Yang
Grinning, I watched them perform their last song for the night from backstage. I so desperately wanted to be in the crowd for the first concert but Tom refused, saying that he didn't want me crushed to death by angry fans. I had begged and begged, even asking one of the guards if they could somehow be out there with me. But still Tom refused. He said it didn't matter how many guards I took with me, the fan girls would tear me limb from limb. It was probably actually a very true fact. In the end I gave up, sulking from my position on a spare amplifier next to the stage. However, halfway through the first song I stopped sulking, getting on my feet, on the amplifier, and cheering for them with every song they played.
I had to admit it, their songs were infectiously good. I would quite often find myself subconsciously humming 'Human Connect to Human' while I was in the bathroom. It was a given thing though, I was around Bill all the time who was constantly practicing. Of course the songs were going to get stuck in my head, playing over and over again, driving me crazy. So crazy in fact, that I had developed somewhat of a disturbing habit when stressed; I would crack my knuckles. I had never cracked my knuckles before but now I was starting to do it, and it was somehow soothing to me. The noise is anything but soothing, especially for Tom who couldn't stand it. Every time I did it he would lean away from me, grimacing and covering his ears. If I had my hands full and couldn't crack my knuckles, it would be my neck instead. Needless to say, Tom hated that even more. He'd have the same reaction, except that he couldn't even look at me. He would say that I looked like some creepy girl possessed by a demon when I did it; like something out of 'The Ring'. Such a compliment.
As Luxembourg's Rock Hall was thrown into complete darkness, I fished my cell phone out of my back pocket and used it as a light to see where I was. Call me silly but I was afraid that somehow I had moved from my spot on the amplifier as the arena darkened. I could tell that the boys were throwing various items out into the audience because of the steady roar. One of the roadies eventually turned on a dim light and I blinked, seeing the silhouettes of four people walking towards me. I don't quite know why but I felt that I needed to whisper.
"Tom?" I called towards the group quietly and saw him glance around. "Tom!" I hissed a little louder, carefully walking towards him. He stopped in his tracks as he finally saw me in front of him.
"Hey, did we do ok?" I stared up at his sweaty, beaming face and grinned even bigger, throwing my arms around him.
"You were so good! I wish I could have been out in the crowd, they were so loud!"
"They still are." He laughed as he handed his guitar to someone and hugged me back. I giggled when I realized he was right, the fans were still going crazy. "I'm so happy, I don't think we messed up anything! Except for Bill falling over of course." He sent a playful glare his out-of-breath twins way.
"Hey! It was slippery out there and the stage, it ended like… whatever!" He huffed and left for water. Everyone laughed at him as his cheeks turned bright pink. Georg and Gustav followed Bill further backstage to a room filled with food and couches. Heaven for the boys who had been on stage for hours.
"You were absolutely fantastic." I complimented as Tom wrapped his arm around my waist and walked us slowly to the heavenly room. "You didn't miss a single chord."
"Ah, of course not. I'm Tom Kaulitz, the best guitarist in the whole world!" Even all tired and worn out he still had his sense of humor. I rolled my eyes playfully and leaned up to place a kiss on his lips.
We eventually stumbled into the room, Tom taking a seat next to Georg. I went over to the table filled with drinks and grabbed a water bottle, walking back over to Tom and handing it to him.
"Danke, schatz." He couldn't seem to get rid of his smile, which I loved. Any time he smiled, I smiled.
"Das ist ok." I winked at him which only made him smile bigger as he unscrewed the cap and took a huge swig. Biting my lower lip, I watched his Adam's apple bob as he skulled the water greedily. God, stop staring. I scolded, turning and going back to the table to busy myself with an energy drink; not that I needed it. I was on a high from the whole atmosphere, along with everyone else in the room. Roadies would walk past, congratulating the boys on a wonderful performance. There was one person I was itching to find though, and she happened to appear as soon as I thought of her.
"All of you out there were fantastic!" A smile tugged at my mouth as I heard her unmistakable American accent complimenting the boys. I spun around and snuck up behind her, tickling her sides. "AH!" She screeched and turned around hastily, ready to slap someone in the face.
"Charlotte!" I sung at her and watched her facial expression change as she rolled her eyes. Giggling, I threw my arms around her and squeezed tight. "Weren't these boys just amazing?"
"They sure were. Nothing went wrong at all!"
"Except for Bill." Tom commented, throwing a sweaty towel Bill's way and smirking. His brother, who was currently peeling out of his skin tight clothes and into something more comfortable, sneered and kicked the towel away.
"I told you it was slippery!"
Without missing a single beat, Tom chimed in. "That's what Bree said!" The room erupted in groans and one lonely Georg laughing his ass off. I let go of Charlotte and stalked over to Tom, wearing an amused look. Flopping down into his lap, I leaned an elbow on the back of the sofa and whispered into his ear seductively.
"It's not only those girls in the front row that you get wet." He smirked up at me proudly and wiggled his lip piercing. "Oh don't do that, you'll end up with a wet patch on your leg."
"Uh ok, can we cut that out now? I'm starting to feel my dinner come up!" Charlotte announced, sitting down on a chair away from Tom and I.
"You've eaten?" Georg gasped, clutching his stomach. Charlotte bit her lip shamefully and nodded. "What did you have and why wasn't I given any?"
"Taquitos and they were vegetarian ones." She replied bashfully, keeping her head down. I rolled my eyes and slapped Georg in the chest, earning a yelp of pain.
"Let her have her Goddamn taquitos man! God knows that you are the last person that should be having Mexican food." I pointed my finger at him accusingly. He made a face at me before stalking away to the food table. Bill, who had finally finished changing into fresh clothes and drowning the room in his cologne, walked over and took Georg's spot next to Tom and I on the sofa. "Tired Billy?"
"A little." Ironically, a yawn followed his answer, making his face scrunch up cutely. I slid off Tom's lap and into the space between the twins.
"Awh come here you." I said in a motherly voice and pulled his head into the crook of my neck, patting his hair comfortingly. An appreciative but tired moan came from his mouth. I could tell he was pooped.
"Hey, why don't I get babied?" Tom whined from beside me, making an extremely unattractive face.
"Because… you smell." I said simply, raising my eyebrows at him as I continued to stroke Bill's hair. A scoff tore from Tom's mouth as he gave me a dirty look and Bill giggled. The younger twin lifted his head a little and poked his tongue childishly at his brother; exposing his piercing.
"Fick dich Bill! Holen Sie sich weg von meiner Freundin!" Tom leaned across me and pushed Bill's head away from my body.
"Tom! Don't hit your brother, jeez. You're worse than a toddler." At the same time, they crossed their arms across their chests and leaned back against the sofa. I rolled my eyes at them. "I seriously feel sorry for Simone, you two must have been horrible when you were little."
"He was worse." Bill muttered sending a glare Tom's way.
"Whatever, just get over it ok? You have the Meet and Greet in 10 minutes and Tom, you still stink honey." He sighed heavily and hauled himself off the sofa, muttering something under his breath. I turned to Bill and he smiled, uncrossing his arms.
"First concert and we're already bickering."
"Yeah, the rest of the tour looks hopeful!" We both chuckled as Bill lifted himself from the sofa as well and went to join Georg at the food table. I inhaled deeply and let my eyes wander over to Tom, who was in the process of changing clothes. I watched as he pulled his black shirt over his head, exposing the tanned flesh of his back. Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I felt a fire ignite in the pit of my stomach. I had the sudden urge to jump off the couch and throw him against the wall, of course I didn't though. I stayed in my place; we didn't have time for that right now.
But later we have plenty of time.
A smirk absentmindedly grew on my lips as he continued to change clothes and spray deodorant. The smell wafted slowly over to me, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I was so focused on watching my boyfriend that I didn't notice one of the roadies come in and tell them they had the fans backstage for the Meet and Greet. I watched as Tom walked over to me but quickly averted my eyes, trying to look like I hadn't been watching him for the last five minutes.
"You perving on me, ah?" His smirk made me blush, blowing my cover.
"No," I replied slowly, trying to think of an excuse. "I was just watching to make sure you didn't put anything on inside out or back to front."
He glanced down at himself, holding his hands out. "Well it looks like I did a good job. Maybe you'd be better at undressing me?"
"Maybe I would. It's a pity we have to wait to find out." He leaned down over me, his arms on either side of my head, face millimeters from mine. "Mmm, you smell so much better now."
"Yeah? It isn't going to last long," He whispered, leaning his mouth next to my ear. "As soon as we get to that bus I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk properly." Tom's low, heavy voice was making my heartbeat increase and the fire in my stomach burn tremendously.
"I'd better find myself a wheelchair then." A chuckled passed his plump lips.
"Tom, beeiln Sie sich." Gustav called from the doorway.
"Have fun making all those girls faint with your sexiness." I smirked up at him causing him to make a face.
"You prepare yourself for later, fainting will be the least of your worries." I pulled his head downward, crashing his lips onto mine. The cool steel of his piercing pressed hard into my lip and I felt mine pressing into his lip as well. Yes, I had worked up enough courage to get my lip pierced and my tongue. I didn't cry… not too much anyway.
"Go on, get out there before I rip your clothes off and have my way with you right here and now!" I pushed on his shoulder, making him stand up.
"Don't tempt me to stay." He sent me a flirtatious wink before leaving to meet their fans.
I spent the next half hour thinking, thinking about how much my life had changed over the last two years. Nearly every aspect of me had changed - I had lost weight, a little too much according to Charlotte and Tom, I had gotten the two piercings in my lip and tongue and I had changed my hair. It was now past my shoulder blades and dyed in a balayage style; my roots dark brown and slowly fading out to blonde at the tips. My attitude had also changed considerably. After the ordeal with Emily, whom I haven't spoken to since, I hadn't let anyone get close to me other than Tom. Not even Bill or Charlotte knew how I truly was deep down, although they were close.
I had given up trying to be sweet around the paparazzi and press, deciding to just be myself. If I got annoyed with the cameras, I would spit a line of obscenities at them. Surprisingly, Tom was proud of me for ripping into them. I had built up quite the reputation for being short tempered and fierce, not that I could care less what the rest of the world thought of me. I had practically become careless, something that worried everyone around me. I had taken up drinking and partying as well, sliding easily into the lifestyle of a celebrity. The only time I partied was with Tom though, I wasn't stupid enough to go alone.
In a nutshell, I had become almost fearless. Almost.
Bill was seemingly unaffected with Emily's absence, no emotional scars or anything. He was still the same Bill that I knew, except for his hair of course. He had gotten rid of his Tina Turner hair and replaced it with a spiky Mohawk. Tom had ditched his dreadlocks and gone for black cornrows. He had neglected to tell me he was getting a change and I was so shocked when he came home that I thought we had an intruder. Gustav had dyed his short hair black, gotten a couple more tattoos and been prescribed glasses. I had, unfortunately, acquired spectacles as well. Although I only needed mine whilst reading, Gustav had his all the time. Boy had I stuck it to him when I found out. On the subject of Gustav and I, there was nothing more said about his crush and I was certain that he had moved on completely. Georg was the only one of us that hadn't changed hairstyles, he still had his long, majestic mop of brown hair. He had also found a new love, a nice girl named Kya. I hadn't gotten to know her very well, we'd only met a couple of times. Georg would say that he didn't want to ruin her life with publicity. Honestly, I think it was probably the smartest decision he had ever made. There were a lot of times when I wished that my every move wasn't documented for the world's entertainment.
The noisy group of guys shook me from my thoughts as they entered the room, talking to each other. They all had happy smiles etched on their faces which made my spirit lift even higher.
"Hey beautiful, you still sitting there?" I blinked a few times and glanced down to find that I actually was still sitting on the sofa; I hadn't moved an inch.
"Uh… yeah. I was just thinking I suppose. How was it? See any pretty girls?" I smiled at him as he dropped next to me on the black sofa.
"A few." I quirked an eyebrow at his reply, making him laugh. "You know that you're the prettiest girl I know."
He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close. As my green eyes connected with his intense brown ones, I felt the fire return in my stomach. Placing my hand on his thigh, I pushed myself up to meet his lips in a feverish kiss. I only broke it to climb onto his lap, straddling his hips.
"Gott," He muttered between kisses. "You really missed me, ah?"
"Mhmm." Was the only reply I could manage seeing as his tongue was currently in my mouth, battling with my own. His hands started to drift towards my ass but were interrupted by David yelling that it was time to go.
"Come on guys, it's nearly a four hour drive and we need to be there as soon as possible!"
I groaned as Tom and I regretfully stopped kissing and got ready to leave. "I don't want to have to wait four hours to fuck you." I whined, leaning my head on Tom's shoulder and pouting as we walked out of the venue. I felt his body shake as he laughed, swinging an arm around my back and shoving his hand in the back pocket of my pants. Any excuse to feel up my ass.
He walked me to the car and then went around the other side of the vehicle to sign autographs for the fans. I got comfortable in my seat and pulled out my lip gloss, reapplying the coat that was kissed away. A string of giggles flew from my mouth as I imagined Tom walking around out there with my gloss all over his gorgeous lips, having photos taken and all. How embarrassing that would be. I tried to calm down my hormones and think about something other than Tom's naked body, but nothing worked. He had corrupted me into his sexual ways and I was all for it. A few months ago I read a magazine article stating that Tom had ruined my innocence and turned me into a whore. I just shrugged my shoulders and laughed at it; it wasn't like I had been forced to change, I had just wanted to and the life I had now suited me so much better. I had gone from a depressed, lonely, partially overweight 17 year old with severe emotional shit to a confident, careless, and thin 19 year old with a free spirit, an amazing boyfriend and a healthy appetite for sex. I would say that was a fairly good improvement.
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Gustav questioned as he climbed into the car and sat in the front row of seats. I glanced away from the window and over to him, shaking my head.
"Uh… nothing really. Just how amazing all of this is." Gustav nodded and smiled in agreement, staring out the window at the crazy fans. Tom climbed in next, clambering over the seats to get to the back.
"Hey sexy." He said as he landed on the seat next to me, instantly leaning over and connecting his lips to mine in a sweet kiss.
"Hey. Have fun?"
"Not as much fun as we're going to have later." His smirk got me all hot and bothered again. I felt my heartbeat increase steadily and a familiar feeling return in my stomach. Grabbing Tom's neck, I pulled his head towards me and kissed him again. Passionately this time, to show how I was feeling. "Damn, you're hornier than me!"
I thumped him in the arm before winking seductively and biting my piercing as the car started to move. After 20 minutes of driving, we stumbled out looking flushed and disheveled after a heavy make out session in the back. We filed into the two tour buses, our home for the next two or so months. Gustav and Georg shared one while Tom, Bill, the dogs and I had the other. It was organized as such because of three main reasons. One; Tom and Bill had to be together, two; Tom and I had to be together and three; the busses were built differently. Our bus had a double bed at the back specifically for Tom and I, two bunk beds for Bill and whenever Tom's snoring got too bad, and it was considered more 'dog friendly'. The G's bus only had bunk beds which meant that there was room for more stuff to be carried on theirs. It just worked out best that way.
"See you guys in Holland!" I called to Gustav and Georg and waved before ascending the steps, getting a harsh slap on the ass in the process from Tom.
"You two are ridiculous, keep it in the bedroom." Bill complained as he threw himself into a seat dramatically and patted Lucky, who had excitedly padded over to him. I rolled my eyes and sat across from him as he yawned again. "Oh my God, I'm so tired."
"What are you tired for? All you did was sing and skip around stage. I did the hard work." Tom remarked smugly as he slid into the seat next to mine, shutting me in. Bill sneered, baring his teeth like Scotty does right before he bites you. Not that he's bitten me but Tom likes to rough house with him sometimes and well, let's just say that he's paid for it.
"Don't be mean. At least Bill can sing." I threw in, fully aware that it would insult Tom and get him grumpy. His head snapped towards me, his eyebrows almost connected in an outraged fashion.
"You're saying I can't sing? Have you heard me? I sound like an angel!" I held up a finger as I dug into my back pocket for my phone. I retrieved it and searched for a second, finally finding what I was looking for. Soon the silent bus was filled with the drunken singing of Tom and Andreas that I had recorded on my 18th birthday. Scotty made a mad dash for the bedroom as Tom's eyes widened a little before he started to laugh. "I don't really sound like that, I was drunk!"
"Uh, sure." I drew out, mocking him. Bill was giggling to himself, his face going red as he patted Lucky's thick fur coat. "That's what all the Youtubers are saying."
"You are pushing it, you know. I don't think I should be nice to you anymore." I caught the flicker that sparked inside of Tom's dark eyes, a flicker of playfulness.
"Oh yeah?" I put my phone down on the table as Bill finally calmed down a bit. I leaned over and whispered into Tom's ear, biting it gently. "What if I like it when you're mean to me?"
"I know you like it rough." Grinning widely, I kissed him hard and snuck my hand down into his pants, earning a guttural moan.
"Bedroom is that way!" Bill interrupted loudly, pointing his finger toward the back of the bus and grimacing in disgust. I pulled away from Tom's hungry lips and smiled cheekily at Bill, sending him a wink. I swung a leg over Tom, purposely grinding my pelvis into his, and stumbled into the kitchen counter, cursing at the pain that shot through my hip.
"C'mon babe, your brother is getting jealous." I tugged on Tom's hand, pulling him down the hallway. I heard the door to the bus open and it sounded like David come in, but we were already in the bedroom and had slammed the door shut. Bill's whiney voice was muffled but I was sure he was complaining to David about us. I rolled my eyes as Tom threw me mercilessly down onto the bed, falling on top of me. He couldn't wait until we got to Holland, he wanted it now. Scotty whimpered and moved to hide on the floor on Tom's side of the bed.
"I… fucking… love… you." He muttered between the kisses he showered across my face.
"I fuck-"
"Bree!" Bill's annoying voice yelling cut me off from my reply, making Tom laugh.
"You sure do, really fucking well too..." He mumbled, moving to kiss my chest.
"Bree! Your phone is giving me a headache." Bill snapped grouchily as he opened the door and threw my ringing phone at me, using the other hand to cover his eyes. Scotty took the chanced and dashed out the door, nearly knocking Bill over. I rolled my own eyes and let out a sigh, answering my phone while trying to push Tom off me.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's Jake, how was the concert?" A squeal erupted from my mouth as Tom sucked hard on the sensitive skin on my neck.
"Get off me! That's gonna leave a fucking mark you dick!" I whispered harshly to my overly horny boyfriend, pushing him off me completely. "Oh it was fantastic! They are so good live!"
Jake chuckled a little. "I'm interrupting aren't I?"
"No, no. Course not."
"Yes!" Tom shouted. I flipped him the bird and made a warning signal.
"If you want I could call back later?"
"No! Ignore Tom, he's just being a douche. What's up? How's Laura? How's my little girl Brielle?" Jake laughed at the obvious excitement in my voice. Shortly after I left, my brother found a girl, Laura, and knocked her up within a matter of a month. Our parents were of course angry and disappointed so Jake followed after my example and used his money saved for college to move out and into a house. Jake had even let slip that he was planning on proposing to Laura soon. I honestly didn't think he would stick with Laura, let alone move into a house with her and contemplate marriage but, once again, my brother shocked me. Needless to say, our parents weren't happy but I was ecstatic at the thought of having a niece and a sister in law.
"We're all great, Brielle refused to go to sleep until she heard your voice so she's here, tugging on me. Want to speak to her?"
"Please, do you even need to ask me? Of course I want to talk to that munchkin." There was a full minute of toddler babble and Jake instructing her on what to do and how to hold the phone before I heard her sweet little voice call my name.
"Bee? Bee?"
"Hey Brielle, it's Bee. How are you sweetheart?" A joyful giggle resonated through my phone making me grin.
"You say "I'm good, Aunty Bee." Kay? Yeah you say it," Jake's encouraging voice caused my grin to widen, my cheeks officially aching. "I good, Bee."
We continued to talk for about 20 minutes, in which time the bus had finally started to move and Laura had taken Brielle to bed.
"Well I better go, Laura needs a foot massage." Jake sighed sarcastically while I chuckled. It was so nice to see a caring and nurturing side of him. I mean, he would never have given me a foot massage no matter what I threatened him with.
"Ok, you have fun. Tell Laura I said hi."
"Will do. See you later Bree."
"See ya Jerk." The familiar sound of his laugh rang through the phone before he hung up. Sighing, I set my phone down on the floor and turned back to Tom, ready to give him the time of his life. Unfortunately, he had fallen fast asleep.
I smiled as I let my body fall softly next to his, moving to rest my head on his chest. He stirred slightly and wrapped an arm around me before his breathing slowed and the soft snoring started again. I fell asleep almost instantly, the heartbeat of my lover lulling me.
Like I said, the second chapter will be better! Thank you for reading anyway xx