Tom She's Not Fifteen Anymore? Chapter 3: Clothse Would Be Nice, a misc. plays/musicals fanfic

Hi guys! Okay I have two things to say! One: Thank you so much for all the reviews they are just so encouraging and make me feel so much better! Two: Some of you guys might know, or may not, that Tokio Hotel is in Tokyo for a maybe a 1 ½ week, well they just got there last night, and when they got off the plane there Bill was wearing this - .com/image/23093c118538294 Cute and weird at the same time!

Rated T: For strong language, and slight sexual content

A/U:If you didn't already guess*Or read the last two chapters* this is the sequel to Tom she's Fifteen! So if you haven't read that story you might want to or you might not understand! Who saw the Justin and Ozzy thing for the super bowl? Lol sorry I didn't mean to offend anyone who likes him, or anybody else, I like to joke so please don't get mad at me if I do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tokio Hotel or any of the members- I just do this for the love of writing and my love for Tokio Hotel

I sat their waiting until the same red haired waitress came out from the 'employs only', soon fallowed behind her a girl in dark clothes. I got up quickly and started walking. The paused at the bar, with that I looked at the girl she had brought back with her.

Without a clear view of her face I had to determine from the back. It was too difficult to tell so I walked faster.

I put my hand on her shoulder.

Right then my heart paused, waiting for her to turn around. When I saw he face I smiled! It was her it was! She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Her hair now cut into an actually acceptable shape and her skin glowed with an amazing olive tone. She now had curves! She was not just a malnutrition stick.

The look on her face went from a quick glint of pure joy to a glaring furry.

"What the hell?" She looked at me for another moment, soon her glare turned into a frown and then into the softest smile. "What the hell," She repeated in the same tone, but it softened when she spoke again, "are you wearing?"

We both laughed. "What are you doing here?" She asked throwing her arms around me in a hug. I let the embrace linger before I spoke again.

"The better question is 'what are you doing here?'?" She shyly looked down. "How about you come over to my house and I'll explain?"

"You have a house?" I asked bewildered by the thought.

"Trust me, this pays good money." She put a side smile on her face. "I'll be right back; I have to tell MZ I'm leaving early." I didn't even bother to ask who 'MZ' was; the sooner she got out this place the better for both of us.

She left behind that same door again, but soon reappeared with a jacket in hand.

"By the way-" she asked leading me out to the doors. "what do you think of my outfit?" she asked, with the door wide open, and just the first arm of her jacket hanging from her arm. The outfit was full black. With the shirt just stopping above her bellybutton, her hair straight and bangs bumped up a mile high.

"If it was Halloween I'd say you look like snookie!"

She laughed at the comment. "What? You don't like my poof?" She mocked in a jersey accent.

We walked out of the old strip club in silence. She led me along the streets that were quiet and still. That was one of the most shocking things. From everything I had heard or seen was that the streets of Los Angeles at night was like a asking to get stabbed.

From what I was told: there should be gang's fights, gunshots, the sound of ambulances' running through the streets to help mugging victims. Prostitutes on the street, abandon dogs running in the ally's. Shockingly there was nothing like that. Nothing even close!

It was peaceful, dark! But peaceful.

Soon we came up to an old building that looked like it could be condemned. "Trust me; it looks much better on the inside."

She headed to the door that looked like it had never been cleaned from the outside but once inside the place illuminated to a foyer, with a woman at the front desk who was smiling.

"Good evening, Monica how was work?" She asked politely but with a friendly tone to her voice. "It was good, MZ is thinking about giving me a raise!" She put both thumbs up and smiled at the lady.

"Oh congrats!"

"Thanks, but I have an old friend that I need to talk to." Élan referenced, then nodded her head my way. The lady at the desk peered her head over my direction and waved daintily. I smiled returning the gesture.

"Okay let's go to my apartment!" She said grabbing my hand and leading me to the stairs.

"So how far do we have to climb up these?" I asked.

" 'Climb up' we're going down stairs." Then she turned to the stair case and started hopping down them.

When she came to a door that said 483 I raised my eyebrow. "Have you been listing to Tokio Hotel?"

"Maybe, but this was the only vacant apartment at the time." She then turned to the door and dug through her pocket till she found a key ring that had many silver looking latchkeys hanging from the circle.

She put it through the lock until the dead bolt made a clicking sound.

"Welcome to my very humble abode." She said swinging the door open. I walked into the small apartment with awe struck eyes. There was a cream love seat in the corner with a table with a small laptop on top. A kitchen to the other side and a door to the right that I was guessing that's where the bedroom was.

"Wow, this is… cute." I stuttered

She scoffed, then went back to her bedroom. She smiled at me when she opened the door, gesturing me to come in. I bit my lip wondering if this was a good idea. My pants got the better of me and I fallowed her.

When I walked into the small room there was a mattress on the floor, no frame, and clothes scattered all over the room.

When I turned back around to face her she smiled at me. "I have to take a shower to get off all this glitter, I'll be out shortly.

I waited till I heard the water running to relax. I fell back onto the mattress. When I hit something hard I pulled it out from under my back.

Oh great

It was a beaded showgirl bra! When she got out me and her would have to have a talk about her being a stripper! Hell! We would have the world to talk about. One of the most important things would be that she came home tonight.

I started thinking about what I would say.

"boo!" I shot up in shock in return are foreheads collided, sending me right back onto the mattress. She held her head for a second until the pain overcame. She smiled. "Remind me never to do that again!" I smiled up at her until I realized what she was wearing.

A towel. "Um… uh…" I stuttered looking at the piece of cloth that barley covered from her chest to just below-you know.

I closed my eyes quickly and covered them. "I'm sorry!" I said. I felt her hands on mine prying them from my eyes. Unfortunately I had forgotten her almost super human strength, so she won unveiling my eyes.

She smiled, resting her arms on my shoulders then sat on my lap.

"Bill?" She asked quietly. I nodded telling her to go on. "How'd you find me?"

"Tom though he saw you back there, so against my better judgment I came to find you." She smiled and laughed. "It was him!" She continued to fill the small room up with the joyfull noise, while muttering his name in the ramble.

I suddenly became aware of the situation before me.

"Élan! Put some clothes on." She looked down at the towel she had wrapped around her.

"Why? Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"Just a little bit," I said placing my thumb and index figure close together, but not close enough to touch.

Yay! Okay whohoo they finally found each other! I wanted to write more of this chapter but then I realized I would have nothing for the next chapter! So whats your favorite part so far? I know its not that funny yet! That's going to be what I try to do more of!

If you guys have any ideas of what I should do more tell me! Like if you would like to see in this story coming up, drama, humor, drinking, hair dying, I don't know just your guyez thoughts!

Oh! Another thing I do want to address I have gotten reviews on my other stories that could be considered 'flames' and usually I'm just fine with them( I don't like them to any extent but hey what can you do, not everyone will like your writing) But one thing that is addressed every single time is my spelling! I'm just here to tell you guys even with spell check I cant be helped! I honestly and truly suck at spelling! Oh and everyone is thinking I'm some twenty year old fan girl who should know how to write! But I'm really not, I am a young writer in highschool: who barley can write, I just write because it brings me joy and I'll never stop

Okay sorry about my rant, I just thought I should put that put there that I am still adolescent to a point! So I have a question of the chapter! I'm going to start doing that!

So what is your natural hair color? And if you could what color would you die it? So here is my answer my natural hair color is a gingersnap blonde, and if I could I would die it like Haley Williams and put a white or silver frame. I have also experimented with dy such as black, blonde, brown, red, and a pink streak and right now at the moment I have a ginger hair color and I'm going to try the white frame!

So three reviews new chapter!

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