Chapter 35

Tom looks at the phone being extended in front of him, but turns his head. "I can't."

"You can't?"

"I can't interrupt."

"Tom, you're worried sick. A phone call would help big time."

"He has the rest of his life to spend with me. But right now he only has a few minutes to spend with her."

Yicelle smiled, putting the phone back in her pocket. The understanding between those two was completely unreal, even when they were apart for a period of time. "Tom Kaulitz."

"What?"

"You don't stop amazing me."

"You don't say?" he said, slipping an arm around her waist. Well if Bill can goof off with a girl for a while, I don't see why I can't."

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Bill cringed every time sirens would go by the house. No doubt they were going in the direction of the super market. He held her fragile body in his arms, her body still weak and pale. He thought back to that first night. The very first time they were left alone. He smiled. The way he felt right now, was the way he felt from that first hug. It was then he realized, he had loved her all along.

'Can't we runaway together?'

"This is all my fault."

"It's not."

"I said I would never leave you but I did."

"Relax. It was just the super market."

"That's not what I mean. If I didn't leave, we wouldn't be in this situation."

"Everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is just one of those things where the reason is unknown."

"I'm so sorry......"

"I'm serious. You have nothing to be sorry about."

"I forced you. I made you take a risk with me..."

"I chose my own destiny. I'm the one who decided to take a risk with you. I make my own choices." Her fingernails dug into his skin, and he whimpered from the pain. But for some strange unknown reason, he did not make her stop. She was holding him as strongly as she possibly could, and she didn't care if she was hurting him or not.

'Knock, knock.'

He let out a heavy gasp. They remained quiet. If there was no response, maybe the person knocking on their door would walk away. "This is the police. We're doing a neighborhood search for singer Bill Kaulitz. Is anyone home?"

No answer. Bill looked down, his fantasy paler than he had ever seen her, her entire body shaking nonstop. "I can't breathe........"

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David, their manager, talked vigorously at the policemen in the area. Tom looked over at Andreas and Anna. "They look cute together," said Yicelle.

"I can't believe it. We're all hooking up at the worst time."

"Things just.....happen. Whether you want them to or not. Just gotta learn to live with it."

"But....."

"Geez stop your complaining. You're making it seem like a bad thing that you met me."

"Hey, I didn't look for you. You're the one who came looking for me."

"It's only 'cause I was told to! It Andy................."

"Oh....yeah.......Andy...."

"You just remind me so much of him........"

"I know. I mean...yeah I know. I get you."

"Tom..." as he said, as he started walking away. "I'm not hanging out with you just because you remind me of Andy. You know that right?"

"Yeah whatever. I'm just....I'm gonna go talk to the blond girl. I hear she was the cashier that talked to Bill before he ran off.............." Tom knew she was sincere about her feelings, but he began to think if it was really a smart idea to start something serious while his brother was away. He thought about the way they just fooled around on a daily bases as just little kids. 'we're still kids' he thought to himself. 'If only everyone else could see it too'

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[Flashback]

"Tomi! Tom Tom! Tom Get out of the bathroom now! I have to get ready for school too ya know!"

The thirteen year old dreaded boy smiled into the mirror. He never told Bill but sometimes he would wake up extra early and lock himself in the bathroom just to get on Bill's nerves. "Hurry up or else I'm gonna take a piss on YOUR bed!"

He unlocked the door and turned the knob. "relax. I'm done. No need to get violent."

"Finally!"

He looks back at his younger brother quickly running into the bathroom and doing his business, without even bothering to close the door.

Tom trotted back into his bedroom and raided his drawer. He pulled on his favorite pair of baggy jeans and slipped on a red sweater over his white t-shirt. He looked in the mirror feeling good about his appearance and made his way into Bill's room.

"This shirt, or this one?"

"Do I have to say this everyday? Just pick one and get it over with. It's not a big deal."

"Unlike SOME people I actually care about the way I look!"

"Or really?"

"Yeah really."

"That's what you think you fuckin Barbie doll."

"I'd rather look like a Barbie doll then a torn up hobo!"

"You know what? Why don't you finish putting n your fuckin' costume so we can eat? We can't be late for school."

"Since when are you anxious to get to school?" he asked, his fingers tussling around through his hair, hairspray in the other hand.

"Two words: Maya Fitzpatreick"

"The blonde one? Isn't she like 15 though?"

"So? She's still in our grade. Easy catch."

"How typical. No smart girl would go after you anyways."

"Oh yeah? And how many girls have you been with lately little brother?"

"I prefer not being a manwhore."

"That's code for: I can't get any."

"Boys1 Come downstairs! Breakfast is ready!" yelled Simone Trumper from the bottom of the staircase. "Bet I can beat you down there."

"You think you can win everything."

"I'm the oldest. It's not my fault I'm naturally the best at everything."

"Oh please."

"Shut up. You're just jealous I'm better looking."

"We're twins you fuckin' moron."

"And When was the last time someone mixed us up?" No answer. "Yeah that's what I thought. Now let's race! Last one to the kitchen has to do the other one's homework!"

Tom stared at the picture of a younger version of him and Bill and chuckled to himself. It was good memories like those that kept him alive. It wouldn't be long now until he was reunited with his brother. The only thing he wasn't lloking forward to though was that he would have to hold his brother until he would cry himself to sleep for the rest of his life,