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Written by me Angel and my best friend Alex.
Chapter Ein
"Angel," a voice shrieked loudly startling a semi short girl dressed all in plain black with chains on her baggy pants. Well she was shorter than everyone around her even though she was 5'4.
She turned to see who'd called her name to find her best friend running as fast as the crowd would allow. "Cheryl, you're early; I thought…" she said trailing off. "Oh never mind, how have you been?" The two girls hugged and started talking as they left the airport.
Angel grabbed her glasses from her chain necklace where she kept her house key, and put them on while trying to push the only long hair on her head out of her eyes so she could see the road. Her hair was dyed black and cut about an inch with her bangs reaching down to tickle her nose. Her hair always covered her left eye; her eyes were tinted silver green-ish blue.
Angel had just turned seventeen and had been working her ass off for two and a half years so she could buy the first of the many cars she'd dreamt of driving one day. It was a deep blue mustang GT convertible with soft light blue seats; everybody she knew who talked about cars always said they wanted leather seats. But why would you want to? I mean aren't they uncomfortable? They look cool but hey I'm just weird like that so deal with it.
"I really like this car; whose is it?"
"Mine," she said with a sing-song tone of voice.
"NO!"
"YES!"
"GOD!"
"I KNOW!"
"So wheres our first stop?" Cheryl questioned.
"I need to go pick up Alex and then we are just gonna go everywhere," Angel said excited that her friend would get to experience Germany in the best ways. Alex's family had moved here two years ago and Angel followed the lead; Cheryl had no intention of leaving her home country though.
The car pulled over and parked in front of a light green house with a dark green door that swung open as a girl stepped through. She wore a black flared skirt with silver chains, silver high top converse with purple laces. She also wore a grey fitted tee that said 'Your just jealous because the voices only talk to me' in purple writing and silver explosions. On her hands she wore black fingerless gloves; her wrists were adorned by spiked bracelets. Her belt was likewise black with metal spikes; her black spiked choker matched the rest of the look. She also had a rubber bracelet that had 'Tokio Hotel' in white letter along with their symbol. Her eye makeup was black and had slight curls at the end of the eye; and her amazing mahogany hair curled perfectly.
"This is the girl you wanted me to meet?" Cheryl asked softly slightly leaning towards Angel as she spoke. "She looks like hell."
"Your one to talk," Angel said pissed off that her friend would say that about a girl she'd never met before.
"Hey Angel," Alex said after closing the car door behind her.
The car sped down the freeway and all the while the three girls were non stop talking and filling each other in on what they've been up to. Mostly it was Angel talking to Cheryl and Alex; and Cheryl talking to Angel while Alex Spoke to Angel. Confusing, I know; you have no idea what lies…okay back to the story. Heh heh.
While Angel was trying to say something her phone went off; her ringtone was the hamster dance. She answered it; and on the other line she could not believe her ears, was that. No, it couldn't be.
"Hallo, ist Jost dort?" A smooth silky voice rang in her ear and she was unmistaken.
"Angel! Watch the traffic!" Cheryl screamed right before reaching out and turning the wheel to avoid the truck in the other lane.
"Hallo? Uh, ist Jost dort?" He asked again.
"Uh," She said, more like panicked. She knew what the question was but how to answer. That was a mystery.
"Wer, dürfen ich fragen, ist sprech?" The voice said again; His voice, the voice she'd dreamt about and heard singing the most beautiful songs she'd ever heard. "God Angel pull over if you're gonna act like this over a call." Alex yelled.
Angel pulled over and tried to make an answer.
"Um ja, Er ist hier, wie immer Du kann nicht sprechen zu Er," okay that's way wrong she though thinking she needed to know for sure if it was him. She had to find out and if he thought Jost was here then he'd keep talking. "Angel you said that way wrong… Gimme that phone!" Alex reached out to grab the phone but Angel dodged her probing hand.
"Was?" he said sounding very confused.
"Du, kann, nicht, sprechen, zu, Jost. Er ist nicht in die nacht richtig jetzt." She said thinking of words that would possibly sound good together.
"Angel who the hell are you talking to so horribly," Alex asked trying not to laugh. "Just give me the PHONE!"
"Wer ist dies, bitte," she asked sounding less panicked.
"Bill," he said confirming her thoughts.
But Alex had surprised her by snatching the phone from her fingers; Angel hardly noticed; she was in shock. In the backseat Alex started talking to Bill but Angel caught only bits of the conversation. Mainly bits she already knew. Bill was looking for Jost but why; maybe he had the wrong number?
"Bill, do you know where Jost is; he's been gone for a long time." Bill looked up at his brother and shook his head before standing up from his comfy spot on the floor. "The shows about to start and he's missing; that's just great," Tom said throwing his hands in the air.
"Cool it, he's got to be here somewhere," Bill said glancing past Tom and around the two workers. He didn't see anything out of the ordinary but Jost usually didn't go wandering around getting lost. Ha ha ha, I made a rhyme Bill smiled to himself as he and Tom searched out the others; maybe he'd told them where he was going.
Tom went to Gustav who was playing with his drum sticks, beating the hardwood floor with them. And Bill went to find Georg who was tuning his bass guitar. Georg looked up and saw the questioning look Bill gave him. "Spill it," he said leaning back.
"Jost is missing, Tom looked everywhere for him and can't find him," Bill said before he realized that Tom had not said he'd looked everywhere.
Gustav looked up to see Tom walking over and he stood up. "Is it time yet?" he asked.
"We can't find Jost; I looked all over and asked everyone. No one's seen him." Tom said watching Gustav. "I haven't seen him," Gustav said starting to sit back down.
"Gustav," Tom said whining slightly.
"God Tom did you call him on his cell phone," Gustav said sounding pissed.
Well there's an idea; God why hadn't he thought of that before. He pulled out his phone as he turned around to see Bill already dialing a number; Tom went over to see if Bill was calling Jost; if he wasn't Tom would.
As Tom got closer to his Brother he heard Bill say. "Hello, is Jost there?"
Tom sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket when he heard a girl's voice softly yell. "Angel! Watch the traffic!" The voice had come from the phone in Bill's hand. Bill held the phone away from his head to let the girl scream before once more putting it to his ear and asking once more. "Hello? Uh, is Jost there?"
"Uh," a female voice said sounding panicked.
"Who, may I ask, is speaking?" He said hoping to God it wasn't some crazed fan girl who would damage his ear drums.
Another girl yelled into the phone. "God Angel pull over if you're gonna act like this over a call."
He waited for a little while before the girl on the phone said to him.
"Um yes, he is here, how always, you can't speak to he." Wow, Bill tried to figure out what that was supposed to mean. He glanced at Tom who was watching closely and trying not to laugh; it looked like it pained him to hold back laughter.
"What?" Bill had to ask; but soon as the word left his lips he wondered if she could really tell him much of anything that resembled a normal sentence.
"You, can, not, talk, to, Jost. He is not in the night right now." Bill looked so funny as he furrowed his eyebrows at whatever the girl had said. I tried to hold in my laughter but it was hard; but when he made THAT face I burst out laughing. Bill covered the phone to block it out and he turned around.
"Angel who the hell are you talking to so horribly." Bill listened to see if the girl would say something else. She did, and it made sense.
"Who is this, please?" She sounded much more relaxed than before. But Bill began to worry; what would this girl do if she recognized his voice, knew his name. Would his ear survive?
"Bill," He said crossing his fingers.
A/N
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