A/N: Hey there all ya'll in Fanfiction Land! I am Cassadi :D So far I have only written Twilight Fanfictions, soo this is my very first Tokio Hotel one :D I just guessed on the category because they dont have like Music or People haha. If I make ANYONE out of character, pleassse tell me because I only know what I see in interviews and such. Oh and I am not German, the only German I know is Haupstache Alles Geht Scief, and I think thats wrong too, so I beg you to tell me if I mispell or just butcher a phrase because I am using an online translator LOL.
Now, this is my selfish fanfiction. I promised myself I would never base a character on myself, but I finally caved. In reality I'm 14, but since Gusti's almost 21 thats kinda illegal, so I made myself 18, and him still nearly 21. LOL. The character Cassadi *wow I really had to specify that lol* is completely based off me, all of her responses to Gustav are the same responses I think I would have if these conversations every took place. *as I said, horribly selfish fanfic*
And now, if you look down *feels like a tour guide lol* you'll see some lyrics in italic. I will not guarentee a song for every chapter, but this song is what inspired me to write this fanfiction, so it seemed appropriate. I listen to very weird bands so chances are you probably won't even know half the songs I choose. I am open to usi Tokio Hotel songs, but only if they exemplify the chappie.
I think this is my longest AN ever so I am going to stop myself before you get bored :D ENJOY!!!
I wanna be there when you wish upon a star
I wanna tell you how beautiful you are
I never thought we would feel this way
Oh pretty lady I'm here to stay
I'll Be There, Green Eyed Stare
Gustav's Girl: Chapter 1: First Sighting
Gustav's POV
Guten Tag… I am Gustav Klaus Wolfgang Schafer, drummer of Tokio Hotel.
Bill, Tom, Georg, and I usually get along well, despite the occasional sibling rivalry. But today, we all just snapped.
We were practicing for our new tour for the album Reset and all of sudden, everyone disagreed. Bill wanted to have fire shooting out at the beginning of the performance, Tom at the end, and Georg not at all; the chump is scared of fire. I had no opinion, and always, no one even asked if I did.
I really don't mind being the 'quiet' one, what I mind are those hideous t-shirts with pictures of me and text saying 'He's in the band???' Yes, I am in the band!!! Sure, I am not the on with the insanely tall hair. Or the one who's gangster and a player. Or the 'sexy' one with the biceps? But I'm Gustav!!!
We all decided to take five, and cool off in our dressing rooms. Bill and Tom had to prepare for an interview and Georg for a family event. While I would just go put my headphones in a play some songs.
I opened the door to my same old navy blue dressing room, and something was different. For one, all my hats were out of order. Unlike Tom, I collect hats for fun, not to show how many one-night stands I have had. Which is zero, by the way. And Tom will never let me forget it. And, my favorite black cap was on the head of a blonde girl whose back was facing me.
"Um. Hello?" I used my limited English vocabulary.
"Oh! Sorry! Hi!" She turned to face me and my heart skipped a couple beats. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She looked about eighteen, but her height made you question it, she was a few inches taller than my 5 foot 7 inches. She was in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, and a plain black tee with a name of a band I never heard of that hugged her body beautifully, and black ballet flats. Her hair was a gorgeous shade of blonde, but not the fake died kind, the kind like she spent a lot of time in the sun. Her eyes were intoxicating; one was a lovely pale blue, and the other a sage green. I forgot how to speak for a moment.
"Uh… I'm Gustav." I choked out.
"I know." She laughed, but it sounded like bells. Oh how I wanted to hear her laugh again. "I'm Cassadi, from Seventeen magazine?" Cassadi. What an amazing name...
Wait. Seventeen magazine? Damn! I completely spaced about an interview I had.
"Oh! Right. Of course! I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."
"No biggie. I entertained myself." She smiled and laughed, as she pointed to my caps.
I couldn't help but laugh along. Cassadi... she was so amazing. And perfect.
"So... should we start?" She asked.
"Um. Sure, but first, how bout we make a deal?" I wanted to know every detail of her life.
"What kind of deal?" Her eyes narrowed playfully.
"Any question you ask me, you have to answer as well."
"Seems easy enough." She held out her pinky finger, and I looked at her perplexed.
"I pinky swear?" Cassadi said, as though it was normal to do such a thing. I kept my expression.
"Don't tell me you've never pinky sworn!!" She seemed as though I'd just told her I'd never breathed before.
"I haven't. What is it?"
"Well. It's like a normal swear, but you interlock your pinkies. Most people stop doing it when they're like eight, but I never did. Oh and my rule is that if you break the swear, the other person gets to cut off your pinky." She started to blush, and ducked her head in embarrassment.
"Hmm. Ever take anybody up on that?" I questioned
"Nope. People are too afraid they'll be the first." She grinned again. Man, she smiled a lot. And every time she did, my heart stopped.
"Okay." I held out my pinky for her. She interlocked hers with it, and an electric current ran through me. Her mouth opened to gasp for air, so I think she might have felt it too.
"Right. Um. So. Where were we?" She asked, still stunned.
"First question?" I reminded her. Man, she was so beautiful.
"Of course. So. What is your life motto?" Cassadi inquired.
"Haupstache alles geht scief." I answered automatically, forgetting she might not know what it translates to. "Or –"
"As long as everything goes wrong." She interrupted with a grin.
"You speak German?" I asked stunned
"Just a couple of phrases, my friend taught me when we went there for her thirteenth birthday." She explained simply.
"And your motto…?" I wasn't about to forget our deal
"Leben Sie Jede Sekunde." Cassadi said in flawless German.
"Live Every Second…" I sang part of the chorus to my favorite song off our last album. Next to Bill, I was the best singer in the band, but I didn't enjoy admitting it.
She smiled so widely when I sang, I wanted to sing forever if it made her smile like that.
"Ya. So. Best friends ever?" She asked her next question.
"Bill, Tom, and Georg. Yours?"
"Wendi and Amanda. Favorite band?" We had begun to flow through all the questions quickly; I wondered how she was keeping track of all my answers.
"Metallica. How are you keeping track of the answers?" I asked
"Oh." She pulled a small voice recorder out of her pants pocket that had the red light on, indicating it was recording.
"Ah. And your favorite group?" As I reminded her, she said something illegible under her breath that sounded like a string of profanities.
"Oh don't tell me it's someone awful like Brittany Spears or The Backstreet Boys?" I inquired skeptically.
"No no… I'm positive you like them, it's just horrify to admit to you…" She clarified, again while blushing.
"We made a deal. Now how do you think your pinky is gonna react to the news?" I brought up that strange pinky promise again. Which made her laugh uncontrollably for about a minute, and then she acquired the hiccups. Which sent me into a fit of giggles.
"Stop laughing!" She yelled as she began laughing again. I came to a quick stop and stared at her as if to say "why?"
"Sorry but when other people start laughing it makes me laugh…." The woman of my dreams explained.
"No problem. So, favorite band?" I reminded her.
"Tokio Hotel." She finally admitted. I was stunned. Why would a girl like her listen to our music?
"You're joking." She shook her head. "Then why would you wear a T-shirt for… Hey Monday to interview me?"
"Amanda said I would look like a noob." Cassadi told me simply, in a 'you should know that' tone.
"A noob?" I questioned.
"It's her made-up word for dork, loser, geek, etc."
"Ah. Well I think you would have looked beautiful in it." I told her truthfully, causing her to blush again.
"Let's get back to the interview… Uh… Celebrity crush?"
"Don't have one." Honestly, I didn't. None of the celebrities appealed to me in that way.
"Come on you have to like somebody." She prodded.
I really didn't. I mean there was this girl I saw in an American fashion magazine for something called Rue21, but I didn't know her name or anything about her. Just that she was amazingly beautiful and a little bit younger than myself at the time.
"Well, there was this one girl I looked at a picture of in an American fashion magazine for some store called Rue21, but I don't know her name or anything." I explained. Her face became suddenly thoughtful.
"How long ago was that?"
"Maybe two years?" I didn't remember exactly… we were about to celebrate Bill and Tom's eighteenth birthday so nearly two years.
"Was she wearing a denim skirt with hot pink legging and a purple cut off belly-button shirt?" Okay, Twilight Zone moment. How did she know that?!??!?!?
"Um, ya, actually she was. How'd you know?"
"Because. I loved that t-shirt so much I asked to steal it from them!" Then it clicked, the eyes, the hair, she was the model I liked!
"No way." I said disbelieving. "Wait, so, I'm getting interviewed by a celebrity?"
"Far from it. My dad made me stop modeling a little after that, so I work at my favorite magazine and get to work with celebrities everyday."
"Oh. Your celebrity crush, miss model?" I joked.
"Um, I don't think my editor will like me answering all these questions, let's just stick to you." She said, trying to avoid the question.
"No, no, no. Pinky won't like being decapitated now will he?" I joked, man it was so easy to be myself around her.
"Really, Gustav? You're actually going to make me answer?" She sounded disappointed, which made me angry at myself for making her do something she didn't want to.
"Or you could just let me ask some questions about him?" I considered, making her look thoughtful again.
"Shoot." She said, which I think was an American phrase meaning go, so I asked my first question.
"What is he famous for?"
"Music." She answered automatically. That somewhat narrows it down…
"Rock, pop, alternative?" I asked the first three genres that popped into my head.
"My iTunes says their pop, but I consider them alternative rock."
Hmmm. That was better, but not good enough. What could I use to narrow it down more? I mean, this was the woman of my dreams and if she had a crush on a celebrity I needed to know who.
"Was he born in or out of the country?" I randomly thought of. THAT would hopefully narrow it down some more…
Then I thought, what if it is Bill, Tom, or even Georg? I would hate them, but still love them like brothers at the same time. I mean, really, who has the most girl fans? Bill. Then Tom. Then Georg. Then, all the way at the end, me.
"Out of…" Cassadi said while blushing.
"Will you tell me what country?"
She thought for a moment, and then caved. "Germany."
Bill. It has to be.
"Lemme guess," I paused for dramatic effect and a look of fear and anxiety wiped across her face, "Bill."
"EW!!!!!" She pretended to gag in a humorous way, causing me to laugh again. This is the most I have laughed in a long, long, time.
"Well, what other German musicians are there?"
"Hmmm. He plays the drums?" She through out there.
She looked as though to gauge my reaction to some horrific news, like she was a doctor who just told me my parents died or something. It hadn't clicked yet.
Then it finally did.
I PLAY DRUMS! I WAS BORN IN GERMANY! I AM A (SEMI) FAMOUS MUSCIAN!!!
I think my face gave away that I knew who she was talking about, because then her face became saddened.
"Sorry, I knew I should have asked my boss to send Wendi. I'll get out of your hair now…" She started to walk out of my dressing room.
When she said that, it was like my heart broke into a trillion small little pieces right then and there.
"No!" I said almost too enthusiastically, and pulled her back around to face me. Unfortunately, she was lighter than I expected so I pulled her only inches away from my face.
Our eyes locked for what seemed like forever, and slowly, our faces moved toward each other. Then, when they were less than an inch apart, our eyes still locked, Tom came barging into the room.
"Gustav!!! We're gonna try rehearsing again!!!" He yelled, because he thought I would be listening to my iPod, not almost kissing the girl of my dreams.
Both our faces shot back in shock at another person's presence. Not fast enough though, because Tom got his, as he called it, 'dirty look on'??
"Oh oh. Who do we have here? And I thought little Klaus would never get a groupie…" Man, I loved Tom and all, but he could be a jerk sometimes without knowing it.
"She's not a groupie." I nearly growled at him. I hated when he used my middle name, it'd be like me calling him… damn him and Bill for not having embarrassing middle names! Or middle names at all for that matter.
"Um. Sorry. I'm Cassadi, from Seventeen magazine. I was just interviewing Gustav for September's issue." She explained.
"Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Interviewing?" He held up air quotes around the word 'interviewing' and I wanted to slap his dreadlock head.
"Tom. I'll be there in a minute. You can leave now." I dismissed him.
Then, Cassadi turned back to me, and Tom mouthed 'TELL ME EVERYTHING LATER MY LITTLE VIRGIN BOY!!!' as he walked out the door. He believes that sex is the answer to every question, as long as any girl over the age of eighteen is asking that is. And he would never let me live down the fact that I was the only virgin in the group.
"I should let you go rehearse. Don't want you guys to mess up on account of me…" No! I didn't want her to leave.
"You could stay and watch you know…" I suggested
"Really?" Her face lit up, and then fell right back down, "I'd love to, but my boss is going to have my head if I don't bring the tape back to her soon."
"Oh. Well, are you going to any of our concerts here?" I needed to see her again.
"Of course, the one in Atlanta." She answered.
"Come with me." She obeyed, and followed me out of the dressing room to our head of security's office. I didn't even bother knocking, and walked right in.
"John. I would like three backstage passes for the Atlanta concert, please." I spoke every word with my face towards Cassadi, and while John simply stood up and walked to his closet of passes without a word, she looked at me awestruck.
"Gustav. I couldn't accept these. And why three?"
"Yes, you could. I have to see you again. And one for you, Amanda, and Wendi." I told her in all honesty.
She smiled. "You know, you could at least try to be normal and just give me your cell phone number…"
"How bout we compromise?"
"And how would we do that?" She asked skeptically.
"We do both." I grinned. She just rolled her eyes, and grabbed a sharpie off John's desk. She grabbed my right arm, and wrote the most important seven lnumbers of my life down.
A/N: Awwwwwwwwwww. I so wish. LOL. So... complaints? comments? compliments? all start with 'c' oddly enough lol. But REVIEW starts with R, so do that!!! ~cassadi!
