Do not own Tokio Hotel.

Bill p.o.v

' Cherry! Everything is like Hell here!'Bill mentally whined as he moped on the couch, thinking of Cherry. He had no doubt she would make it in past the preliminaries, but what about the other girls? What if she got in a fight and got injured? Or if her stitches popped? " Bill! It's on!" Bill jumped from the Hotel couch and ran to the other room, where Georg, Gustav, and Tom were watching a certain channel with ANTM on. They showed all of the girls eating breakfast, a bunch of girls he couldn't remember if they smacked him across the face, then he saw her. " There's Cherry!" Wow, the light hit her perfectly... God, I had always thought Cherry was beautiful, but now, she seemed Not Earthly.

Bill had made a prayer, he remembered, a week before Cherry came to Germany, that he had wanted an Angel to get him through this confusion that he was going through.

Flashback

A 15 year old Bill slowly crept out of his warm blankets, shielding him from the cold, and knelt by his bed. He sighed, folded his hands, and closed his eyes. " Hey God, it's me. Ah, I'm not really that great at this, so, sorry. Um, as you probably know, our band is going great, but it's just....the guys. All of us, we're starting to crack, we can't take all the hassle, the demands from the company and fans. And Mom and Gordan are fighting again, I just want some peace! You can understand that, right? Which is why..... I want a angel. Send us somebody to help us clear up everything, and to help things stay clear. It would really help." Bill heaved a huge sigh before silently adding a, " Please" and crawled back into bed.

And of course, a week later, Cherry came along. She straightened everything out, and Bill had begun to believe in God. He had even been there for her first experience with needles. She was Belonephobic, so she was screaming and trying to tear the needles out as nurses and doctors, and maintenece people tried to hold her down. I believe it was when she got beat up by one of those fangirls that was jealous of her in a public bathroom. Bill just told her to not look and pretend that they weren't there.

Poor Cherry. But why hasn't she called yet? Bill missed her, his heart ached. His heart crushed when Cherry and Tom were dating, his heart was in two and bleeding at the bottom of his stomach when he saw her in that Godforsaken bridal dress. Hell, she had helped Bill and Tom last as long as they did in school, but it killed him when he didn't have any classes without her, or had to go to a concert in Hamburg or Belgium, and other nonsense. She would call him when she was in the safety of a tree outside her bedroom window, and also when she recieved a text that the concert was over.

It would be just them, no Georg, Gustav, or Tom. Bill never wanted to share her with anybody else, he wanted her to be his, forever. His Cherry. He watched as Cherry and one of the girls she was sitting with kissed.....oh, what the hell are their names? They ran back to their tables and sat down, giggling. I didn't hear the audio, and stared off elsewhere in boredom when Cherry wasn't in view. Then came the critique. Even the camera couldn't keep its eyes off of her legs. Bill couldn't keep his eyes off of that bikini! And neither could Tom....

With Cherry

Kamaria and I held hands as we raced towards the house, searching for the perfect room. It was the last room on the right, in the third hallway. The beds had purple and gold swirls with matching pillows, and since it was a four-poster bed, a transparent sheet made a sort of curtain you could find in a princesses room. The walls were decorated with a Rose-and-vine wallpaper, showing partially amongst the many wide open, clean windows, letting in a perfect view of the garden and pool, honeysuckle draping the side of the house. We smiled to ourselves and threw our bags onto our designated beds.

" You know what? We need some kind of security that they know this room is ours. " I laughed as Kamaria kissed a picture of Eva-Diva on the wall. Kamaria flopped down and grabbed a fluffy pillow.

" Got some paper?" I nodded and pulled out my notebook as Kamaria pulled out some crayons and tape. We then began our 'Keep out' sign. It took us awhile, but we got to the end, which was us putting the sign right above the doorway, even Super-Gluing it on, just to make sure it won't get taken off. We smiled and made our way to the rest of the house, smiling when we noticed the Rock Band 2 and Karaoke machine. The rest of the girls were already getting into the drama, and continued fighting over whose bed was whom's.

We rolled our eyes, Kamaria noticed the pool, and kept trying to push me in, much to her dismay, I was stronger. " ey Kamaria, how 'bout we call the guys?"

" What guys?" She asked.

" THE guys!" Realization dawned on her as we both sprinted back to our room, but stopped short in the doorway: One of the girls from the smirking table was going through our stuff!

" Excuse me!" I yelled. Her head snapped up in shock, her eyes wide.

" What do you think you're doing?" I asked as Kamaria shooed the other girl away from her stuff.

" Um.... I was looking for my uh...... cell phone!" She pulled out my cell phone from beside the bed.

" Um, that's my cell phone!"

" No it's not! Fine! If it is, then whats on the screen?"

" A picture of singer, and my best friend, Bill Kaulitz, with his hair in a ponytail and sunglasses." She looked at the screen, then me in frustration before placing it on the bed.

" Whatever! Hmm, I like this phone, maybe I'll keep it."

" The only way you'll get that phone is by finding my diamond necklace. If you find that, you can keep both the necklace and the phone." Nameless Bitch scurried to find the necklace, foolishly dropping the phone in excitement, while Kamaria recorded everything with her phone.
I picked the phone up and yelled, " GET OUT OF OUR ROOM!" Just then, one of the contestants, a very muscular contestant, named Milli, came in and glared at the girl.

" Girl, if you don't get your ass outta here, your ass will be halfway to Romania in 5 seconds." She bolted and we thanked Milli, as Tyra would say, 'Fierce-ly' She smiled and left. Kamaria was the first to move. She snatched the phone and flipped it open.

" Call them now!" I giggled and sat on my bed, putting it on speaker phone. It rang once,twice, up to four times before Gustav answered.

" Hallo?"

" Gustav! It's me! Tell the guys to talk in English, I've got a friend on the line."

" Cherry! Oh God, it's only been 10 hours, and it's already Hell without you!"

" Put us on speaker Gustav." I held my hand over the mouthpiece and mouthed to Kama, ' I'll let you talk to Georg first!' " On second thought Gustav, don't put us on speaker, let me talk to Georg first." Gustav gave the o.k, then handed the phone to Georg as I handed the phone to Kamaria.

" Hello?"

" Hey Georg, wanna talk to my friend Kamaria?"

" Hi Cherry, uh, sure."

" Hi Georg."

" Hi. Um, what's your name?"

" Oh! Uh, Kamaria. Hi." She held the phone away from her and mouthed, 'I'm such a idiot! Make it stop!'

' No! Talk to him!'

" So Georg, why don't you and Kamaria get to know each other, and I'm gonna find something to eat!" I wanted Kamaria to get her chance at love. Georg was her missing puzzle piece, for gods sake! Kamaria loved classical music and all things hippy. Georg had a secret passion for said music, and why do you think he kept his hair so long? Sadness washed over me as I realized: I need to talk to Bill. I miss my baby..... did I just say Baby? I guess it was true: I liked Bill immensly!

And what if Tom still had feelings for me!? Oh God, I didn't want to cause friction between them! Should I let it go? Should I make a move? I wish I could ask somebody! HELP! I'm too dumb in this subject to help myself with love! Bill was always the one to help me. But who do you talk to when you are in love with your advisor? I'm actually kinda scared.

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