A Thousand Years Chapter 7

I am so sorry that I didn't put a song in Chapter 6! Okay, so one person tried the song test and unfortunately they didn't get them right. Check your answers, MusicDoll1155, because it was so close! Anyway I hope you enjoy chapter 7 as this fanfiction comes to an end. There might be like three chapters left? Also check out my other stories, Beautiful People and I Can't Fake My Love. By the way, HAPPY TURKEY DAY! GOBBLE GOBBLE! This chapter is going to be short because I have to celebrate Thanksgiving! I am so thankful for all of you people who R&R so thank you so much.

Ty's POV

I walked down the apartment hallway. I debated on whether or not to take out the piece of paper that had Tinka's address. As I began to do so, I saw a bedazzled door. Who else would do that? I rang the doorbell and an old song from their heritage played out. I scowled to myself and choked back laughter.

The door swung open. There stood a tall man with blond, shoulder-length, curly hair and black glasses, even though he was indoors. He wore a red jacket much like Michael Jackson's except it was bedazzled too. He wore black, shiny pants with gems stitched on them. He swung his arms out vertically.

"I am !" he called. Heavy footsteps followed his voice.

A woman appeared in the door frame. She wore a burgundy dress and had blond hair in a braid. She smiled and put her white-gloved hands over her head.

"And I am Mrs. Hessenheffer!" she called.

"And we are, THE HESSENHEFFER PARENTS!" they chanted together.

Oh gosh, I thought. Their just like Gunter and Tinka. Gunter and Tinka must be the normal ones!

"Um, I'm looking for-" I began.

Mrs. Hessenheffer gasped. "Don't say anything more! Gunter! You're friend is here!"

"Gunter has a friend?" asked, shock obvious in his tone.

"No, um-" I began.

"Yes, Mummy?" I heard Gunter call.

"No, you don't understand-" I tried.

"Mama, Papa, he is here for me!" a voice behind the spouses said. Tinka emerged from behind them. I so wasn't looking forward to this. It looks like Tinka got even weirder for a date, if that's even possible.

She had her hair braided into loops like earrings, taking the remaining hair into a huge bun that was perched on the top of her head. She wore a tiara decorated with feathers, dream catchers hanging from it. Her dress was completely diamonds and I could tell it was stiff. She didn't even match. This should be fun.

"Hello, Ty Beanie Baby!" she said. Oh great, now I have a stupid nickname.

"Hi Tinka," I mumbled.

"Tinka-Bell, be very careful. This kid looks like a delinquent," Mr. Hessenheffer warned.

The Hessenheffers really like their nicknames, I thought. And, do I really look like a delinquent?

"Papa, I will be fine!" Tinka insisted.

"What did you have to do to get a boy like this?" Mr. Hessenheffer joked.

"PAPA!" Tinka cried, as if warning him that he is embarrassing her.

"Aiken! We shall go inside now! Have fun and be back by eight o'clock!" Mrs. Hessenheffer reminded.

Great. It was already seven. This shouldn't be long.

"Bye-bye!" Tinka waved, walking along with me.

"So, where do you want to go?" I wondered.

"Hmm… I want to see Llama on the Farm! Oh, and I want to go to the pickle museum!" Tinka answered.

"Llama On The Farm? What movie theater shows that?" I asked.

"Not a movie theater, silly llama! The role studio down the street!" she laughed.

"How much does that cost?" I inquired.

"Oh, only twenty bucks," she replied as if it was only one penny.

"Twenty bucks?"

"It is a beautiful movie!"

"An expensive one too!" I commented.

We were now out of the building. Tinka started waving her hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Trying to get a cart!" she answered, waving at a taxi. Through the window, the taxi driver waved back, a little frightened by not only her outfit.

"You mean a taxi?" I wondered.

"The small yellow car?" Tinka checked.

"Yeah."

"Yes. Stupid English," she murmured.

"Go like this," I instructed, holding out to fingers and going to the edge of the sidewalk. Immediately, a taxi pulled over in front of us.

We climbed into the car and directed the cab driver where the role studio was. We got on our way shortly.

Soon, we pulled into the role studio. We paid the cab driver and got out. There were four bales of hay and one hobo-looking dude cranking what looked like an old film. Tinka plopped on a bale of hay excitedly and I handed the guy forty dollars.

"Llama On The Farm," Tinka directed to the hobo. He began cranking the film.

A clay llama appeared with a hand holding it. The person who owned the hand said, "I'm a llama on a farm!" and the movie ended.

"That was it?" I shouted. I looked at Tinka, who was wiping away tears.

"Wasn't it beautiful?" Tinka said.

"Did we see the same movie?" I wondered, still shocked at the shortness.

"What did you expect, some Twilight Saga?" Tinka laughed.

"A movie!" I replied. Tinka shook her head and we got back into the cab.

"Pickle museum!" Tinka directed. The man silently drove us to a domed building.

"Ah, I haven't been here since I was a little llama girl" Tinka said.

We entered the museum and looked at pickles in different shapes. It was pure torture. Tinka seemed to enjoy it though. We left at 7:30 p.m. so we still had time. Together, we walked to the train station.

"I had a good time," Tinka said, smiling.

"Yeah," I said, not lying by saying I did.

"Well, I would have more fun if you weren't here," Tinka admitted.

"This isn't my number one priority," I said, still not lying. My main priority is hanging with Cece.

"It was enjoyable," Tinka continued.

"I guess," I murmured.

"I've always wanted to have that one special dance with someone. Will you dance with me, please?" she begged.

"Fine," I gave in, standing up.

Hand in hand, we started slow dancing. No sparks, no nothing. I felt miserable. I heard footsteps but I faced back from them. Tinka looked at the doorway and kissed my cheek. I turned, because it was obvious she was doing it on purpose. Cece stood, not crying but almost, and stomped away.

I wanted to call her name and chase after her, but I was pretending Tinka was my girlfriend. Cece's red hair was the last I saw.

I painfully smiled at Tinka.

Cece's POV

I was sitting all alone at the kitchen table. I was so bored and upset about Ty that I decided to go to the won place to think- the rundown train station. I got up and walked there, about a mile walk. I always walk wherever I go so I was used to it.

As I was walking up I saw two figures. It became clearer that they were waltzing across the silent station. I realized the two figures were Tinka and Ty. Dancing. Together. I felt tears stinging my eyes but I was done crying over Ty.

Tinka and I made eye contact and she kissed Ty. They spun around and Ty and I made eye contact. He looked at me, pained, but he didn't say anything. I ran, my red hair flowing.

So Ty could move on. So can I, that means. And that is what I intended to do.

Sorry I didn't add a song I couldn't think of one that fit. I won't stop with the musical type though!