Chapter 4

"Daily periodicals, living the fantasy"

(Reden-Tokio hotel)

I felt the sun warming my face. I smiled. It must be early. I tried to go back to sleep, and failed. Oh well. I opened my eyes.

"Good morning, sunshine." My eyes shot open. I turned around and instead of facing the person talking, I fell. Out of bed. Onto the floor. I yelped.

"Ow." I groaned as I lay there. I held my head, though nothing was but my pride.

"Are you alright?" Bill hopped off the bed, and helped me up.

"Yea…I'm fine," I said, sitting down on the bed, "You stayed?"

"Ja…well…I fell asleep." He blushed. He looked so cute when he blushed. I couldn't help but notice.

"Oh…well…that's ok, I guess." I smiled at him. Then suddenly, he jumped up and raced towards me.

"I almost forgot," he said, sitting beside me, "I was wondering if you would like to come with me and see the city today?"

"Oh," I was yet again surprised and shocked by his words, "I…definitely would," his face lit up again, "but I can't; I'm working." He didn't seem discouraged by this fact.

"You cook for us, right?"

"Yes?"

"Well then, they can't get mad if your boss says to take the day off, can they?" he said, already knowing the answer. I thought about it. There was truth to his logic.

"No, I guess they can't," I said. He smiled.

"Great. So, get dressed, and I'll wait outside," he said and walked outside, closing the door behind him. I walked over to my suitcase. What was I going to wear? I picked out a while blouse and jeans, taking a red and gold plaid skirt out, too.

When I was finished, I was wearing the skirt over top of my jeans with the blouse, open so that you could see my white tank top underneath. I wore a gold and red tie loosely around my neck to top it off.

I tied my golden hair in a loose ponytail, curling it in ringlets so that it hung perfectly on my right shoulder. My bangs were sitting nicely on my forehead. I quickly put on some eyeliner, and ran out the door to meet Bill.

"Wow," he said, "You look great."

"Thank you." I said, blushing.

"Well…we ready to go?" he asked. I nodded. We walked out the front doors of the hotel. I started thinking.

"Bill," I asked, "why isn't there a huge group of fans outside the hotel?"

"We kept the hotel that we were staying at a secret from the public so that we wouldn't be bothered 24/7," he explained to me.

"Oh. That makes sense." We were walking down the streets, completely oblivious as to where we were going. "Where'd you want to go?"

"I'm open for anything."

"Well, Victoria is a pretty big place. We could shop downtown if we're looking for something normal to do, or if we're looking for something out of the ordinary, we can feed the seals." I smiled as I told him about my dream of feeding the seals. I know! It's a messed up dream! But I think that the little baby seals are so cute! It's hard not to give in!

"Well then, it looks as if we're feeding the seals today," he said.

"Really?"

"For sure. You want to; we will."

"Thank you." I caught him in a flying hug. For once it was my turn to surprise him. He laughed.

"Sure thing. I don't mind."

We walked down along the coast, a slight breeze blowing our hair this way and that. We talked about random subjects. We talked about Bill's failed attempts with a skateboard, and the many bruises, cuts, and broken bones that came because of them. We talked about my clumsiness, and my trip down the centre of my graduation. We laughed at each other when we found out that we were both elected most clumsy.

We bought the fish for the seals, and went to sit on the deck.

"So your dream was to feed stinky fish to overfed seals?" he smiled at me.

"Yes." I answered, throwing a fish that was caught by a large grey seal. Bill laughed. "Hey, don't make fun of my dream." I smiled, laughing a little.

"Well, I'm not laughing at your dream. I find it…cute."

"Cute?" I asked, disbelieving. He blushed.

"Well, I thought so…is that to weird or something?" he seemed a little awkward.

"No…it's fine…I don't mind." I reassured him. He relaxed a little bit. I threw another fish towards the seals.

After our bucket of fish was empty, we walked along the streets, checking out the different stores and carts, selling books and cds. We walked up to the ice cream carts. He smiled at me.

(Open your eyes—LMNT)

"You have to let me buy you ice cream…please?"

"No way. You've already bought the fish," I smiled, "I can't let you buy me MORE STUFF!"

"Yes. You can. And I am. What flavor do you like?" I sighed. There was no way for me to win this, was there?

"Bubblegum." I blushed. He smiled. He walked up to the ice cream counter.

"One chocolate, and" he looked at me, smiling, "One bubblegum."

We sat down at a table to eat our ice cream. I quietly ate my ice cream, while he watched me, occasionally taking a bite of his own.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said. I was about to reply when he reached over and took a bite of my ice cream.

"Hey!" I said, laughing. He looked away, obviously thinking that he shouldn't have done that and that now I was mad at him. I didn't want him always feeling awkward around me. I leaned over and took a scoop of his chocolate ice cream, and shoved it in my mouth. He looked at me, and smiled. That lasted about five seconds before we both burst out laughing.

Around eight-thirty pm, we started walking down the beach, talking about Bill's life before the band.

"…and so, in the end, Tom and I got what we wanted. Growing success, playing music, and travelling."

"Wow. That's awesome. So…HOW many times did you fall out of the tree? Seven, did I hear?" I smiled, joking around.

"No," he said, smiling back, "only four."

"Oh, well sor-rey for being three off," I grinned, "Mr.I'msotough." he wrestled with me as I failed to get out of the way quick enough, and fell into the water. The water splashed around me. It was freezing, but I didn't notice because I was laughing so hard. He held out a hand to help me up. I took it, but instead, pulled him in with me. He splashed beside me. He laughed. I splashed him.

"Oh no you didn't," he said, laughing, "Your in for it now." He splashed me. Soon we were in the middle of a big water fight, laughing and screaming the whole time.

Suddenly, when we looked up, it was dark. The sunset we were watching earlier was gone, and the moon was high in the dark sky, shining across the water.

"I guess we should get back," I said, standing up, the water dripping from my wet clothes.

"Yes, I do have to get ready. We have a concert in an hour." He helped me out of the water, and we started walking back, our clothes soaked to the bone. We talked as we walked, side by side.

"I so totally won that water fight," I said, looking at his soaking clothes.

(On the Edge—Tokio hotel)

"I don't know…you sure look wetter than me," he said, checking out my clothes, which were soaked through so you could see the skin on arms through my blouse. I was shiver. Bill noticed.

"You're cold," he pointed out. (A/N: no shit….(_))

"I'll be fine," I told him.

"Stay here," he told me, and ran down the street. I stood there, in wet clothes, somewhere that I didn't know. I didn't move. I was afraid that if I did, that I would get lost.

A few moments later, bill was running up to me, holding a black coat.

"Here," he said, giving it to me.

"Where'd you get that?" I said, staring at the coat.

"Bought it."

"Bill…I said I didn't want you buying anything for me!" I told him, but took the coat anyways. It was a thick jacket, and I warmed up almost instantly. "Thank you."

We walked back, silent. As we approached the hotel, Bill turned to me.

"Thank you for coming with me today," he told me, his chocolate eyes never tearing its gaze away from mine.

"No problem. It was fun." I told him, smiling. He dropped me off at my hotel room door.

"See you later, I guess." I told him.

"Maybe sooner than you think," he smiled, and walked away. What did he mean by that? I opened my hotel room door, and stepped inside. I closed the door, resting my forehead on it.

"Wow. You're wet." (A/N: need I repeat myself?) I jumped when I heard the voice behind me. I turned around, and saw Natalie, sitting on my bed. She wore a sour expression.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her as I pulled off my new leather jacket.

"I think the more appropriate question is where you were today?" she asked, arms crossed, her black eyes piercing into mine. I bit my lip, not sure of what to say.

"My boss said I could take the day off; so I did." I said, avoiding her eyes. I turned away from her, taking off my shoes.

"I AM YOUR BOSS…AND I SAID NO SUCK THING!" she yelled, "and where did you get this jacket? Your wage would never allow you to afford an expensive jacket like that!" she was mad. I knew this was going to happen.

"My boss bought it for me," I said, smiling a little.

"No I didn'—"she stopped in mid-sentence as she realized who I meant by MY BOSS. "Well, well, well, it seems we have a troublemaker here, don't we?"

"What are you talking about?"

"A rule that Tom made for all cook's, excluding the first assistant. No cook is allowed with twenty meters of Tokio Hotel on non-business circumstances. I'm going to tell Miss Shraw, and she'll fire you. Oh, this is too perfect." She said, wearing an evil smirk, plotting her evil plan in her head.

"You have no proof." I said, sounding surer of it then I actually was.

"I don't need proof. Miss Shraw trusts me." She said, knowing she was right. I also knew it. Natalie was the only person Miss Shraw ever called by their first name.

I stared at her with a hateful look as she passed me to exit the hotel room. I wanted to run after her, to stop her, but I knew that I couldn't. I couldn't win this battle. I was losing, falling down a deep dark hole with no ladder to get back out. I fell to my knees, bawling my eyes out. I wasn't going to cool. I wasn't going to hear my favorite band play live. I was never going to see Bill again.

The last thought only made me cry harder.