Ŧ Tom.
"We've been looking everywhere for you." Bill stated as we got into the back of the black Escalade that was going to take us back to our hotel that we were staying in. Even though everyone was kind of upset at me, I didn't really care. They didn't know that I had even met someone, and Bill said that he only saw me with a person, but he didn't have a clear enough view.
"Ja I know, you've said that a million times already." I said as I buckled myself in the back next to Gustav, who was putting his headphones in. I wish I had something that could just take me away from all this bickering and questioning. Although I didn't mind Ella asking me questions, they were just a little different than the questions I was getting asked now.
"You don't need to snap, I just want to know who you were with at the time we came to get you." Bill asked as he turned around in the captain seat while Georg looked at me from behind his seat as well. What, I couldn't talk to anyone I met like a normal human being?
"He was probably talking to a girl or something." Georg said as he smiled at me as I fixed and adjusted my red hat. I didn't really want to tell them about what happened, since they would proabably make me call her, which I probably don't have time to do anyways.
"What's with the fifth degree here?" I shouted as Suki turned on the engine and we sped out of the mall parking lot. I didn't like being under so much pressure, it was bad enough that I had to go and meet some guy who was going to be in charge of all our shows.
It's not that I was worried about the guys or anything, I know that Bill, Gustav and Georg can take care of themselves onstage. I was just curious about the guy that was assigned to work for us, and if he was up on all the modern tech of today. I don't want some old guy coming in and turning our concerts into something from the 60's or 80's. That would be bad. Our graphics need a lot of work, and the guy who switches my guitars between songs is starting to get a little mixed up. Alex Richer, the guy who hired him, said he was supposed to be one of the very best. He had better be.
It was wierd, I can't even think about anything else besides that girl, Ella. It was mind boggling that I could even remember her name, most girls that I meet I just forget who they are after a while. But she was different, her hair looked so soft when she put it behind her ear. Her lips, when she would just open them up a crack were so full, ugh, it's starting to give me chills. She looked very pretty too, her curves were accented nicely by her jeans and her shirt. She was so funny and interesting, just thinking about her and our talk . .
"Tom?" Bill snapped his fingers in front of my face and I fell back into my seat. All the guys were looking at me, worried looks etched into their smooth features. I stared at them with disbelief and they stared back, wondering what the hell I was doing.
"Shit, what?" I asked harshly. Bill laughed and grinned and then motioned to Georg and Gustav to listen in on what I had to say.
"Who is she and where did you meet her?" Gerog asked as Suki turned onto another exit as we continued our way back to the hotel. I stared at them and I gave in, they would have kept asking me anyways, even if I didn't tell them.
"I ran into her at the mall." I said as I thought about our little head butt, it just made me think more and more about her.
"Was she pretty?" Gustav asked as he finally took his headphones off and joined in our little conversation.
"Pretty?!?" I stated loudly, as their eyes all widened at the tone of my voice. "She's the most beautiful girl I think I've ever seen, and I'm Tom Kaulitz I've seen a lot of girls."
"Really? Okay, euhm . . . Augenfarbe?" Bill asked in German as he waited for me to paint him a mental picture of Ella. Hmmm. Let's see here, her eyes were so pretty, they looked like rich dark chocolate. I just wanted to eat her up. Not like, literally eat her up though, just she looked so pretty . . . I wish I could eat her up.
"Brown. They looked just like our eyes, Bill.'' I stated as Bill nodded his head as he finally got one little piece of Ella in his head. It was going to be hard explaining all the curves and features, but I could do it. It was wierd, I felt a little flip in my chest whenever I thought of her or said her name outloud. That's what she meant by roller coasters and I laughed internally as I waited for Georg to think of his question.
"Wohnort?" Gerog asked as I looked up.
"Inverna." I stated plainly, "But she said she was going out of town on Wednsday." Which sucked major ass.
"Ahhh, ehum . . . Haarfarbe?" Gustav asked as I looked out the window and saw that we were finally pulling into the hotel parking lot. It was fairly seculded so no fan girls were in sight, besides, not a member of the press was told about us meeting and/or hiring a new member of the staff. They would have a field day if they knew.
"Brown, just like her eyes." I said as I unbuckled my seat belt and cracked my knuckles, waiting to get out of the car. It was a different feeling, I felt happy. Like, I was really connected with someone else and that we had an invisible chain or ribbon tied to both our wrists. We knew each other and we got along well. This is a good start.
"I think Tom likes this girl." Georg said as he hopped out of the car and onto the pavement then closed the car door. We all were walking back up to the hotel now, and Bill held the door open for me and I went in.
"What girl doesn't he like?" Bill mumbled as to the others as I walked by.
''Name?" Gustav asked as he led the way to the stairs. I ran up and turned around as I walked onto our floor.
"Ella." I stated as I waited for the rest of them to come up the stairs. God, they were slow. I wanted to call her right then, but I needed to be in the privacy of my own hotel room, where no one could listen to us.
"Ah, nice name. Single?" Gustav sometimes gets a little too into the girls that I like, he wonders and asks everything. Hair color, eyes, name, birthday, middle name, favorite food or color, bra size . . .
"Nein, she said she had some guy named James or another, but I can tell that won't last long." I looked behind Gustav and saw that Bill and Georg had finally made it up the stairs. Gustav told them Ella's name and they both 'ooed' and 'awwed' in all the right places.
"Well that sucks, what are you going to do?" Bill asked as he pulled the room key out of the pocket on his black jeans and slid the card into his door. My room was always the one right across from his and then Gustav's and Georg's were next to ours. I pulled the key out of my pocket as well and shoved it into the lock and saw the little light go green, signaling that the door was unlocked and that I could go in.
He stood in his doorway and I could see all this lugage behind him. Bill doesn't know the meaning of the term, 'packing light.' He travels with over ten black suitcases everywhere we go. I usually have two or three and one case just for my caps, but that's just me. I don't usually pack a lot compared to Bill, I basically take three or four suitcases everywhere. Georg, Gustav and I usually pack light, no matter where we go. I looked up at Bill who was still awaiting an answer to his question. What am I going to do?
"I'm going to text. Call me when you're going down for dinner." He smiled and nodded and I saw him close his door. Probably to rearrange or organize his suitcase or fix his make-up. I pulled out my razor out of my pocket and walked to the hotel window. I always asked for a room with a view, that was my only requirement. It felt amazing to look out on the streets of whatever city we were currently staying in. I opened the curtains and put her number into my contact list, and looking through it, I noticed it had a lot of girl's numbers in it.
Do I even call these people? I mean, I hardly have time so, why are they all in here? I had over 120 numbers and I felt like I had to get rid of them because they weren't supposed to be in there. I saw so many Ashlees and Jennifers and Sarahs and so many other girl's names, but I noticed I didn't have a single 'E' name in my whole list. I entered her number in quickly, the thought of talking to her again felt so right.
Ella-
434-1257
Contact Saved!
Yes! Now to get rid of all the other people that I never talk to. I went over to the edge of my bed and sat down, this was going to take a little while.
An hour or two later, I had finally narrowed my 120 all the way down to just 20. It felt good, like getting rid of all sorts of extra baggage that I never did need. Ella was one of my 20, thank God, and I sat on my bed, wondering if I should text her or not. What if she doesn't answer? What if her boyfriend James answers instead? Ohhhhh shitttttt. This was hard. Oh well, taking chances is fun.
I typed her number into the message and started to text, not knowing what was going to happen.
Heyy it's Tom, remember? I then pressed Send then I waited a minute or two and I felt my phone vibrate next to me.
Heyy Tom. I didn't think you'd remember.I laughed and typed in my other message.
I always remember someone I ran over. I laughed at my own little message and then I quickly pressed Send. And so it begins.
You said it was both our faults, so much for that.I had to hear her voice, texting was beginning to not be enough. This was wierd, I never thought that I would have to see another girl again just after accidentally knocking her over, and I just met her too. I just, had to take a risk here, a plunge if you will.
Listen . . . . I don't know why I feel . . . I just think I should. Ok, I guess it's easier for me to talk this way. But . . . I really want to hear . . . your voice again and I completely understand if you don't want to, don't worry. But . . .would it be okay if I . . . call you?
It wasn't easy for me to talk this way. But I pressed the Send button quickly and waited patiently for her to answer my text. I felt my phone vibrate and I knew that she had did what I asked. I looked at the caller ID.
UNKNOWN CALLER
I opened my silver razor and put it up to my ear quickly.
"Hello unknown person . . . " I was trying to be my normal self, but everytime I wanted to say something witty or romantic, my throat would close up and I would rememeber that she had a boyfriend. That sucked. Bad.
" . . . hello other unknown person . . . " She said sarcastically, I could tell that she was at home, because I heard a little boy in the background, shouting.
"Ella, Ella, mom said you have to make me dinner!" I heard him shout. It must have been her little brother or something, cause I heard her say, "Alright Addam, I'll do it in a minute, hold off." I laughed into the phone, and waited patiently for her to return.
"Sorry, my little brother's home and I have to make him dinner. So, what's on your mind?" She asked. It was funny, I could actually picture her asking me that, and putting her hair behind her ear as well.
"Would you be mad if I said you?" I asked, even though it was true.
"Not necissarrily, only if they're good thoughts. If they aren't, then yes, I do mind." She laughed with me at her own comment.
"Oh they're good thoughts alright." I chuckled as I heard her laugh over the other end of the phone.
"Pervert." I heard her mumble and I laughed, changing the subject.
"So, how old is you brother?"
"Addam is nine and a half, and Justin is four months old."
"Wow, two? How do you live?" I said.
"Eh, you get used to it after a while. Since I'm the oldest that does mean I have to do a lot though, but it's not that bad. I would have loved to have a twin though." She prompted then giggled a little bit.
"Nein, Bill is okay and he is my brother, but he can be very nosey and a little annoying. But I love him. The best present I ever got is ten minutes after me, it feels like we're one soul, you know?" I stated as I picked my finger nails, awaiting her response.
"True, it can get annoying having brothers too. But Bill is your age, so it's a totally different story. You can connect with him and talk to him about anything, I hope he's the best present you ever got." She said as I got up and walked over to the window to look out over the city. It was pretty dark right now, so all the lights were on in all the offices and important big companies and I could see all sorts of headlights, coming from cars of people who wanted to get home to their families or go out to the clubs.
"You're lucky, don't take them for granted."
"Never." I heard her whisper as I walked over to the window, hearing a low roll of thunder.
The sky was falling, the wind was shaking the trees with harm, the streets were empty and full of leaves, it was a beautiful sight. Where would she be? The town was kinda small, yet, there were so many houses, balconies, porches, and other windows. So many other people who couldn't sleep . . . so many other people with their hearts in their hands . . . was she at her window? Was she staring at the now falling rain too?
I sighed and rested my forehead against the cold glass, and I stared at the drops falling down. Slowly at first, but then they gradually started picking up and I felt them tickling against the glass as my forehead rested contently.
" . . . . . Ella . . . . . Man, I missed your voice so bad . . . . I- . . . I felt like I just needed to hear it."
"You? Y-You . . . did?" She asked in confused tone.
"Ja. A little wierd, huh?" I said plainly.
" . . . . .oh . . . . I see no I totally get it . . . . . .Uhm- . . . . . . so- . . .."
" . . . so . . ."
Silence . . . how I hated it . . . it made me feel so uncomfortable so incapable to keep with a normal conversation. It made me feel I was boring her like I had no idea. Like she was constantly waiting there to hear me say something to her to break the ice.
Yet . . . I'm slowly melting under the sounds of her breathing . . .
"So . . ." she stated again.
". . . God! . . .How its raining outside . . . " me not knowing what to think or say, so I just said the first thing that came to mind.
". . . a-are you . . . Also staring at it by your window?"
"Ja I am, what about you?"
I inched closer to mine. The rain was still falling the wind taking the little drops all over the place. How would it feel to be a rain drop? I touched the cold glass with one hand and began making random circles on it, my breath creating a slight fog and my finger drawing designs in it.
"Yes- . . .Ever since I started texting you and-. . . To be honest I was outside before it started pouring this bad . . ." she said.
"Outside? You mean like, how? Under the rain you mean?"
" . . . . Yes, I was sitting on my balcony I- . . . I needed to clear my mind- . . . and- . . .well what better than rain for it . . ." I started to feel hot. How would it feel to be a rain drop and fall on her skin?
"I- . . . I was . . . I mean, I- . . .am right now staring at it too. I love rain. I love the stormy nights it's just so- . . . it's like, they are so perfect. It's like cold and perfect and it makes you wonder how it would . . .feel to- . . .uhm, you know . . . have someone to-" she continued, until I stopped her.
". . . cuddle with . . . " I said declaring randomly.
"Exactly, I- . . .Hey, can you hold on for a second?" She asked and I perked up, I heard a door slam in the background and I heard her little brother come running in. "Ella! James is here for you!" I sighed, shit, the boyfriend. She hissed and started to talk a little faster than usual.
"Tom? Can I call you back later, I hope you don't mind. This is terrrible, I'm so sorry-"
''Ist fine, take all the time you need." With that I heard the dial tone on the other end of the phone. Shit what the hell did I just do!? I just let the girl that I kinda sorta like hang up on me for her boyfriend!? Am I fucking crazy?
I sighed and looked over at the alarm clock that was sitting on the edge of the nightstand. 8:37 PM. This was stupid, I wasn't even tired and yet I wanted to sleep. Bill haven't even called me for dinner yet, unbelieveable. The only thing that I was looking forward to, was meeting the new guy in two days. That and getting another chance to talk to her.