Do not own Tokio Hotel.

Tom was still laughing at his ' My blood heals!' joke when we went into the room where friends of patients slept when they refuse to go home, where Bill, Georg, and Gustav were sleeping on the couch, floor, and Gustav was sleeping with his arms crossed and leaning up against the wall. Somehow, I had sprained my ankle during the accident, so Tom had carried me from my room to the guest room, which I'm not so suprised at, he's actually very muscular without his shirt on. Yeah, he walks around without a shirt on. Can we say 'Eye candy?' I didn't even yell to wake them up, I was too damn happy! I had kissed the Tom Kaulitz, and been accepted!

Alright, alright, now don't get too excited, we broke up later, if you can call it that. I only had a crush on him, he loved me like a sister, so we broke up. It was two weeks later, and with the doctor on speed-dial, I was ready. No, I wasn't! I was going to leave everybody! I was so nervous!

Night of departure.

I had to leave by 6 a.m for my flight to New York, so we all had a going-away party. Gustav, Georg, and Tom were silently drinking on the couch, I had asked to be left alone as I cried in the bathtub. I heard a door open, then close, then heard a soft knock on the bathroom door. " Cherry?" It was Bill. I didn't answer and instead, brought my knees closer to my chest and let out a jaggered sob stuck in my throat. God, I'm pathetic! " Cherry? Cherry, if you don't open this door, I'm coming in." Bill claimed, pounding on the door. " It's open!" I croaked out. The door slowly creaked open, and in stepped a weary Bill. " Where have you been?" I asked as Bill grinned. " Close your eyes first!" I closed my eyes and listened as Bill unzipped his jacket and pulled something out. " O.k, open your eyes." I opened my eyes to see a fluffy black teddy bear with blue rhinestones for eyes.

It was adorable! My mouth flew open like a little kid who got their favorite present at Christmas. Bill laughed and climbed into the bathtub. " You like it? It took me forever to get from the claw machine down by the docks. Now what's wrong with you?" Bill asked, cupped my cheek, wiping a blackened tear away with his thumb. " I'm scared." I whispered. Bill smiled sadly as I scooted closer to him. We had both fallen asleep in the tub, much to the teasing a few hours later.

5 hours later,It was a sad and quiet ride to the airport. The radio was off, none of us talked, there was a couple of sniffles heard from the guys and me, even Bill, who had taken off his makeup, and left his hair flat. Bill snaked his fingers in to lock with mine and gently squeezed my hand in reassurance. I squeezed back, still glancing at my knees. We went inside the airport, checked my passport, got to the lobby, and suprisingly, waited with no fans trying to maul the guys. Bill was still holding my hand with his at the line where our legs met. I was slightly shaking as my flight time drew closer.

" Flight 189 from Magdeburg, Germany to Los Angeles is now boarding at gate 1B."

I tearfully gave them all hugs, not even flinching when the boys kissed my forehead, even Tom, and boarded the plane with......regret? Yes and No. I did want to go and be a model, but the guys, this may sound cheesy, the guys are my world. I looked out of the plane window the entire time, not even bothering to cringe at the crying baby behind me. My hands were bare, excluding the two Bill had given me before I took off. They were both his favorite: One was a silver skull ring, and the other was a ring I had gotten him for their first tour. He was really happy when I first gave him the ring, he nearly crushed my ribs. It was a simple gold ring I had since I was a baby. Actually, it was my Grandmother who made the ring into a pendant, having me wear it from day 1. It said ' Noel ange' on the inside. It meant 'Christmas angel' since I was born on Christmas.

I pulled out my carry-on item, the book Das geislitche Jahr, by Anette von Droste-Hulshoff and began reading. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. " This is your captain speaking, we are currently getting clearance to land. It is now 2 a.m in New York, so be prepared for big lights and crazy traffic. Thank you for choosing Lufthansa airlines." I got my luggage from the overhead thingy, which, by the way, is my Grandmother's, or as she insists you call her, Capucine', her real name. It was a pale beige with pink roses decorating the soft material, with a Fleur-de-lis in gold right smack dab in the middle. That was one suitcase, and the other had the palace of Versailles on the other.

I step off of the plane and through Manhatten National, scared out of my wits. I find the lobby where everyone waits, and lye myself down, taking up only three seats in a fetal position. Then I realized: It was only around 10 in Germany! But the guys had a interview the next day, I shouldn't bother them. I'm sure they would call me first thing in the morning over there. I slept and had a nightmare, unfortunately. It was from when the guys and I had gone to the paintball range, but instead of paintball guns, they were real guns, and they were shooting each other to death. I had gotten shot, and Bill was trying to save me, but a faceless silhouette shot him in the back with a machine gun.

Then I look up to see the gun pointed at me, and I saw me as the silhouette that shot Bill! Thankfully, I was woken up by a incredibly worried toddler, who called me 'Lady'. I found that my eyeliner was streaming down my face, though it wasn't the scariest dream I've ever had. 'I should go to the front and wait for the bus' I decided. God, I'm still depressed! Cheer up! I grabbed some Starbucks from the in-airport cafe' and perched myself on the sidewalk. My guts wrenched when I saw girls wearing Tokio Hotel t-shirts and giggling their asses off as they entered the airport. Now I really want the bus to get here! Just look for something pink and fabulous on wheels.....

And there it is! 'Americas Next Top Model' written in pink and gold all along the side of the bus. The dors flew open to reveal.... the hairiest bus driver I had ever seen! EWWWWW! " Are you a contestant?" She/he asked. I nodded and handed... it, the paper that came in the mail. She nodded and pointed me in, and already, I spotted some bitches. Some very jealous bitches. I could hear the whispers as I walked past them all to the back of the bus and sat by the window, noticing a girl my age with very pale, yet still brown skin running to the bus and handing the lady her paper. She scurried to the back of the bus and flopped down next to me. " Hi." she breathed. " I'm Kamaria." she said with a noticible accent. She was adorned with cowry shells, and what I recognized as a gold and green Sari around her waist. " I'm Kinuko. But my friends call me Cherry. I like your bangles."

She smiled, then hurridly slid them off of her wrist and onto mine. " Oh, no, I didn't want to take them!" She smiled and replied, " It's over now, but Happy Solstice. I'm Wiccan. I'm supposed to give non-Wiccans gifts." She smiled and we began to talk. Turns out she was my age, loved chocolate, and Georg! " Oh my gosh, you like Georg?" I whispered. Both of our heads were close, down below the line of the seat in front of us, and we whispered like 5 year-olds telling secrets. " Yep. Um, is he racist?"

" No! He has black friends, Muslim friends-"

" Is he racist against half-breeds?"

" Please don't tell me you think you're a vampire, 'cause thats just retarded."

" Vampires don't exist."

" But no, he's not. He does hate his dad though. "

" Poor Georgy." Kamaria whispered. " I don't know what I would do without my Dad."

" I can do everything without my Dad, no problem." It was quiet for the next couple of minutes, until Kamaria brought out some Nutella and plastic spoons.

" Cheer up." She handed me a spoon and offered to let me hold the container. We pigged out until we reached the whole of stops, and the bus was filled with girls. Our destination stood ahead of us, in all it's glamour and glory. Dear god, let me suceed! " Cherry, you ready?" Kamaria grabbed my hand and led me off of the bus. This could be scary.

Yay! So she survived! Unfortunately, Tom and her didn't. Oh well!