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I'll save you from yourself	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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|| Bill’s POV ||

A week had passed since Lexie got here and I had kissed Tom. A week had passed since I heard Tom’s voice and he had kissed me back. A week had passed since Tom ended up in the infirmary from loss of blood and being too cold. A week had passed since Tom even looked at me- even when we’re practicing with Gustav and Georg. A week had passed… since I realized that my plan had backfired. I no longer wanted Tom to just fuck me. I had fallen in love with my asshole of a silent roommate.

I needed to talk to someone, but honestly… I hadn’t a clue who I could talk too! Lacy was just annoying me lately, trying to pry into places she just didn’t belong in. What happened when I was twelve is only my concern- even if Lexie did know about it too.

And Lexie… I can’t talk to her about this, because that would just fuck me over into oblivion. I’m not stupid, she wants in Tom’s pants as bad as I did. She tried to deny it, but I saw the way she was looking at her dreadlocked ex-best friend. Fucking slut cousin of mine. Andreas just thinks I’m wasting my time and I should continue to stay away from Tom because he’s likely to kill me soon. Georg is too much in love with Tom to ask him for advice… which leaves me with no one. I’ve thought about talking to Gustav, and it’s tempting, but I don’t know where he stands on anything. He’s so secretive sometimes.

“Hello? Earth to Bill?” Lexie broke my thoughts and I was ready to slap her myself this time, until I remembered she hadn’t actually done anything wrong. We were having a conversation before I completely zoned out.

“Sorry Lexie… I was kinda in my own world…” I said to her, closing my eyes and letting my head fall into her lap. She just smiled at me and threaded her fingers into my hair. It was her free hour, this used to be my English hour, but I’m no longer in the class itself. Just do the work for it.

“What are you thinking about, Billie?” She asked me, and I just shrugged. She didn’t need to know. She couldn’t know. She’d probably just make this all worse for me! It’s times like this that make me wish my cousin wasn’t here. “You’re so secretive lately. You’re reminding me of Gustav, and not in a good way.” She said with a frown, and I had to stop myself from jumping up. Maybe Gustav was the person to talk to about this.

“Maybe,” I said softly, pushing myself out of her lap and up off the couch, “Hey Lexie, I’ll see you in a bit… You just reminded me I have to find Gustav and get the new lyrics to him,” I said quickly, Lexie fell easily for the lie as I grabbed my lyric book off the end of the couch and sprinted from the room. I just hoped he could help me.

“Mmm, it hurts but it’s so good!” I heard Georg’s words as I walked closer to the homework room and my eyes widened. Especially when I heard a grunt of agreement coming from Gustav. No fucking way! In the homework room!?

“What the hell is going on in here?” I asked peaking my head through the door, not seeing at all what I expected. I had expected to see Gustav and Georg doing the nasty, instead, I saw them both sitting at the table, Gustav’s hands gripping the edge of it and Georg waving his hands in front of his mouth.

What the-?... Both of their eyes shot to me and Gustav grinned despite the pained expression on his face. “That’s it, I give up!” Georg snapped, putting to of his fingers into his mouth and pulling out a red candy ball from between his lips, “Fuck, you win, Gustav.”? My confusion only rose.

“Hey Bill,” Gustav said, smirking now as he pulled his own red candy from between his lips with a triumphant look on his face, “Fireball eating contest. And I win.” He explained and I nodded at him. I’ll pretend that made any sense at all. “Pay up, Georg,” he said to the bassist and held his hand to him.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Georg grumbled, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Gustav who just stowed it away in his book in front of him before looking back up at me.

“What can we help you with?” Gustav asked me and I chewed on my lip a bit. I was hoping to catch Gustav alone, I really didn’t want Georg hearing any of this. My eyes flashed from the drummer to the bassist and back before Gustav got it and smirked, “Georg, you mind leaving for a bit? I think Bill needs to ask me something important.” He said with a smirk and Georg just rolled his eyes before getting up from his chair.

“This isn’t over, Gustav. I’ll beat you next time, I swear.” He hissed, waving to me before he walked out of the room. How Gustav got Georg to listen to him, I will never know.

“So… what did you win?” I asked, sitting in Georg’s now vacant seat and tilting my head to the side. Gustav only burst out laughing before shaking his head and pulling out the paper and handing it to me. Two words were written on it and it only confused me more. Georg’s Soul. “Uhhmm… what?”

“He’s my bitch for the next two weeks.” Gustav explained, taking the paper back from him, “Meaning anything I tell him to do he has to do, because I own his soul. He had mine last week.” I just nodded as tough he was making any sense at all. “Anyways, what did you need?” He asked, putting the red candy back between his lips.

“Gustav… how do you get someone to notice you when they so obviously don’t want to notice you?” I asked him, sucking my lip between my teeth and chewing on it some.

“I take it you’re talking about Tom?” He asked and both of my eyes grew as wide as saucers. “I’m not as oblivious as everyone here seems to think. You’re always watching him when you sing during practice.” I just nodded, no point in denying it when I wanted his help. “Apparently you are oblivious though, Tom does notice you Bill. Especially after you two kissed.”

“Okay, how the fuck do you know that?” I asked, a snap in my voice. Honestly, I didn’t tell him. It would be impossible for him to know that!

“Tom told me,” my jaw dropped. Tom spoke to him? “Okay, not so bluntly. I mean, he certainly didn’t tell me face to face. But, I help Mrs. Zimmerman check assignments, and I happened to read to Tom’s.” That still did help, and I knew my confusion showed on my face, “He ha to write Haiku’s for her. And they went from being about animals and rain to being about you. He likes you, Bill. It just confuses him.”

“He likes me…” I whispered, and Gustav nodded at me. I didn’t need to hear anything else. Knowing Tom liked me gave me all the information I needed. I smiled wide at him, jumping up from my chair and giving Gustav a hug before running from the room. I had to find Tom.

I heard the music before I actually saw Tom. Rescue me… we’d only been practicing that one the last few days and Tom seemed to know it by heart already. “We lied when we were dreaming. Our crying was just fake. I wish you could deny it. Here and today. My SOS on radio. The only chance to let you know. What I fear, Can you hear?” I sang the words as I walked into our room and Tom looked up at me. For half a second, I thought he was going to stop playing.

But he didn’t, he only looked at me as his fingers danced perfectly over the cords. So I kept singing. “Come and rescue me. I'm burning can't you see? Come and rescue me, Only you can set me free…” Half of me wonders if he knows this is about him. If he knows that he’s the only person I think about anymore. “Come and rescue me, Rescue me... You and me, You and me, You and me…” I kept walking a little closer to him each time I sang a few words, but he didn’t miss a beat. He just continued to look up at me as I sang the words.

“The walls are coming closer. My senses fade away. I'm haunted by your shadow, I reach to feel your face.” I could see his hands gripping tighter onto his guitar and his notes were a little harder as I sat next to him on the bed. But our eyes were locked, and neither of us wanted to be the one to break them apart from each other. “You're not here... are you here? Come and rescue me.... Rescue me....” His playing was slowing down even though it wasn’t the end of the song. Which worked well, my words were trailing off.

There was no music playing anymore. No words seeping passed my lips as we stared at each other. I reached out and took Tom’s guitar from his lap, placing it carefully on the bed behind me. I saw him gulp back a little. He likes me… he’s just confused. Well, so am I… I’ve never wanted anyone for something then just a lay before. I reached forward and ran a few nails down his cheek where my cuts were just healing. “I’m sorry, Tomi,” I whispered softly. He only reached a hand up and laced his fingers with my own. As though telling me it was okay.

I leaned closer to him… he moved in as well. I wasn’t cure I could breathe anymore. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, but he moved on closer and crushed our lips together. Our kiss this time was slow, no anger fighting behind it. We had no reason to be upset with each other this time. This kiss was because we both wanted it.

I laced my fingers around a few of his dreadlocks and pulled him closer to me as his arms wrapped around my waist to pull me to him. A small moan passed my lips when Tom’s hands squeezed my sides and I moved ever-so-slightly to straddle his hips. He didn’t push e away, he only pulled me closer.

This is what a kiss is supposed to feel like. Sweet, almost innocent- but not quite. His tongue pressed against my lips and I parted them, allowing him the access that he wanted. I moaned again and rocked my hips against his, earning a noise of pleasure from the dreadlocked teen.

His hands reached up under my shirt, callused fingers dragging against my skin and my back arched, pressing our chests together and I tugged on a few of his dreadlocks.

“What the… what’s going on in here?” We broke apart at the same time when we heard the voice from our doorway.

Tom gulped some and stared, his fingers slipping out from under my shirt. I licked over my lips and looked away from the door, “Oh shit…” I murmured, allowing myself to slide from Tom’s lap.

Well, we’re fucked.
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