Halo! See the halo! Halo! Lol I have that song stuck in my head! So how are u guys? I really don't know why I even ask that because I know that you guys never tell me… oh well here is a new chapter!

Rated T: For strong language, and slight sexual content

A/U:If you didn't already guess*Or read the last four 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!

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 ( If you guys are wondering why I post this every chapter its because I got a bunch of crap about it in "Tom She's Fifteen!".

"Is she dead!" Tom exclaimed as I walked in. I quickly shot him a glare then refocused my attention to Élan. I couldn't help but stare, she had become even more beautiful since the last time I had seen her. It was amazing how much she had changed! She went from a young, pale, anorexic looking girl- To a young, beautiful, full young woman.

I gently set her down on one of the couches in the living room. I took in a deep breath and started to walk up stairs.

"You never told me what happened? Is she dead or not?" Tom asked.

Turning around I gave him the bird; then continued up stairs. Being in my room again was for some reason strange. The air was dry and warm, making me feel sick. I quickly went out onto the terrace. A quick gust of wind quickly ran by me refreshing me and along with it blowing my beanie of my head back into my room.

I stared at it for a moment the black mesh crossed over and over forming the fabric. A million pieces of thread must have been in that thing. It looked so complicated, but the works of someone with just the basic knowledge of knitting could easily do it.

Sighing I turned my head to look up at the stars, they were beautiful! I sat down in one of the lawn chairs not removing my gaze from the little balls of light. I had fun determining how they got the term "stars". I made it so that the dimmer ones were like everyone. Then the slightly bigger people were actors or just one hit wonders-and then to rockstar's and popstars they were the ones that were really bright, but the last ones were the superstars and legends of time, they were the ones so big and so bright they almost burned your eyes.

I stared up into the orbs until I heard a knock at my door, which was odd. Tom never knocked unless he knew I was mad at him. He was the person who barges in on everyone. I knew he would come in eventually if I didn't answer so I continued to stare up.

When I heard another knock on the door I knew he must really have thought I was mad at him. I got up and quickly ran over to the knob. Shocked I closed the door right away, but only to reopen it again.

"Élan?" She partly smiled, then came up to me.

"You woke up?"

"You thought I was asleep? Have you ever been smashed on heroin? I was completely there the whole time."

I was shocked- mostly because to times I had been high I never was on heroin. "But your eyes were closed!"

"So- I was still awake."

She then looked away. "Can you take me back to my apartment?"

I looked up shocked. She wanted to go back! Had she gone completely insane? Even thou I wouldn't be shocked if she had gone insane or was insane the first time we met and I had just never noticed.

"Why would you want to go back there when you could stay with me?" I asked

She sighed. "You don't need me; all I would be is a burden! " She screamed "Can't you see that Bill?" I looked away- I didn't want to be having this conversation now.

"Just go to sleep, we can talk in the morning." I told her, but the glint in her eye's told me that she wouldn't even stay the night.

"Look it's already five, you need some sleep just go to bed, we'll talk in the morning," I told her once again.

"I won't be here when you wake up." She muttered.

"Yes you will." I told her, I looked away staring off into the darkness that was fluttering from the French doors that lead to the terrace. "Unless you want to break my heart again…" I trailed off still not going to look in her eyes.

Her face turned into one marked with pain, she opened her mouth to speak but stopped. Her eyes told me that she didn't want me to go there.

"Break your heart? You seem all good in your interviews?"

I was shocked that she was fallowing that band. "Have you seen any videos back in 2009 or before I met you?"

She thought for a moment. "Yea didn't have your septum pierced and you had long hair like a girl; you were acting like you were high."

"No, I wasn't high, that was just after I had got of coke and pot, I always acted like that! Always, I was happy and spazzy. Look at my last interview taken about last July- then look to the Hot Topic interview in August you can see the difference."

She glared up at me. "I'm not staying, once you're done with music come find me."

I looked at her in shock. "I'll never be done! And I want you with me always; I want you to be part of my music, so my music will stop being so depressing! Do you know how hard it is to never write a song that's happy? They're all about pain, heartbreak, the end of the world, and how the girl is a fake little bitch!"

"I'm a "fake little bitch?"

I realized what I had just said and needed to catch myself. "Not you- that song was about another girl way before you."

She raised her eyebrows but put them down ad twitched her lips.

"I'm leaving." She said bluntly, walking out the door. I wouldn't just let her run. I acted on impulse, running up to her. Grabbing her hands.

I put my hands on each side of her face, "Never leave me," And I place my lips on hers. It was perfect; I had forgotten how great her lips fit mine perfectly. I raised on hand from her cheek to tangle in her hair, then the other to wrap around her waist. I had missed the feeling that would concoct in the pit of my stomach that I got when she was close to me.

I felt her hands push against my shoulder blades. "No." She said sternly

Wow that was interesting- so this is me making up for my last chapter being so short! See you all didn't need to review! See aren't I good person? (Sometimes…) But yeah I worked on this one quite a bit and I hope you guys liked it! I also have another surprise! I am in love with the movie titanic so in honor I am writing a very long- one shot about it with Bill and some girl except the rich girl- is switched to Bill a rich guy and the third class is switched to a lower class. Now please I already know I do the story and the tragic event of titanic a terrible justice so please don't be so mean to say "This is a mockery, this actually happened, this writing make fun of the many people whose lives were lost." See people can get pretty mean! So here is a sneak peek of that story.

"What are you doing?" I asked. The boy who had just rushed past me a moment ago was now holding a revolver to his head. His hands were shaking.

He glanced my way. "Don't," he pleaded with me. "If you come any closer I swear- "He stopped, but he didn't even need to finish the sentence for me to know what came next. I stepped close taking the cigarette out of my mouth and nonchalantly throwing it over board. I put my hands up showing that I wouldn't come any closer.

"You know that's going to really hurt? Yea know besides shooting yourself in the head and all, I don't think it would be worth the pain. Plus, if you lived to reach that impact of the water it would be really cold"

He looked at me. "Really?" the edge in his voice told me that he was starting to rethink. "How cold?"

I twitched my lips thinking of an answer. "Probably just above freezing, if you think getting a bullet through your head would hurt- that water would be like a million bullets going into your skin at once," I overly exaggerated my facial expressions so he might believe me, because in all honesty I could only imagine what that might feel like.

"Go away, you're distracting me." I raised my eyebrows at him.

"Well, I know you're not going to,"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because, if you really were going to you would have done it already."

His eyes looked down then back up to me. He lowered the gun from his skull to his side. I walked up to him my eyes still caution of the weapon at his side. One swift movement and I had the small revolver in my hands.

His eyes grew open with shock. "What the hell are you doing?"

I quirked my smile and through the

I hope you guys like it! And please three reviews and u get a new chapter!

So question of this chapter is what would you think about Gustav and Georg having girlfriends and staying in Germany most of the time because of it? What I think is that I get it! They're probably all love struck, but they aren't even in LA right now helping out with songs. Maybe David Jost should have just moved back to Germany.

Okay so Love Yea

-GG