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The Sea Will Guide You Back To Me	By : BurntToasties Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2178 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: "Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Tokio Hotel, and I do not profit from these writings.

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::Bills POV::
“Hey Bill, we’re going out to the club again, you in?” Tom called from the main room. I marked my page in the book I was reading and thought for a moment.
   “No Tomi, you go have fun. Let me know if you’re bringing any prostitutes back so I can hide the money,” I teased. He stuck his hand around the door and flipped me off before leaving. Finally the apartment was quiet. After a long day at rehearsal, the last thing I felt like doing was going to a loud club and dealing with women that were not Marina. I sighed, abandoning the book and closing my eyes.
   I pictured the smile on her face when she looked at me. Which, like usual, quickly changed to the look of ecstasy on her face as she moaned beneath me. I groaned in turn, feeling my dick perk up at the thought. I cupped myself through my pants, eyeing the door before deciding that Tom was gone for the night. I stripped them off and my shirt, lying back on my bed and stroking my cock. I closed my eyes and dredged up the memory of her at the club. The flimsy blue halter that let me get my first glance at her breasts. The short skirt that showed off her beautiful legs. The way her body moved against mine, her hips swaying and grinding into me. That did the trick, I smiled as my cock twitched, fully erect beneath my fingers. I pictured bringing her home again, and laying her in my bed. I spit in my hand, needing extra moisture. It wasn’t the same as being buried inside her tight heat, but it would have to do.
I thought of kissing her, letting my tongue delve past her lips and tasting her sweet mouth. My fist worked slowly, teasing the end of my cock as I remembered the feel of her breasts in my hand. I imagined working the skirt up her waist, fishing a finger through lacy black underwear to feel her wet core. I groaned, moving my fist over the head of my dick and spreading the early drops of my arousal. I pictured her face again, how she bit her lip in anticipation. With a thrust into my tightened fist, I tried to replicate pushing into her, remembering the feel of her legs wrapped around my back. I groaned, pumping into my fist and squeezing as I imagined thrusting into her. I could hear her moans in my ear, the way she said my name as I took her. I bucked into my hand, pre-cum dripping over my fingers. I was panting now, fucking my fist to try and feel her tightness again. The timber of her voice as she called out my name during orgasm put me over the edge. I felt the contracting muscles as I exploded over my chest, moaning her name as I stroked out my orgasm. I tried to squeeze the way her tightness had, milking out every creamy drop. My fist wasn’t as good as she was. I sighed, letting my hand drop to my side as my dick softened with the sobering thought that she was thousands of miles away. I reached to my nightstand and grabbed a couple tissues to clean my chest and hand before putting my clothes back on. I decided to write to her, and give her one another one of the fantasies I had, letting her know I still wanted her badly. I washed off my hands in the kitchen, grabbed some water and sat at the counter with my notebook to write to her again.
   It took a few days to get the latest “Care Package” sent out, and I knew it would take at least three weeks to get her. So to see a thick package from her with overnight priority stamped across it almost a week later, I was worried. I went inside and tore open the top of the package. I lifted out four letters, tossed three of them down, and pulled out the magazine. I opened her letter first, ignoring the booklet on the table.

Bill.

I feel like such a fool. I sit here, in a different country, trying my best to keep to the shadows so the press aren’t too bad. No wonder they haven’t showed up as much any more. I should've known better than to believe it could have worked out. I thought you would at least have the heart to call me and tell me it’s over. If you're going to vacation with Tom and some girls in Spain, warn me. I didn’t think I would have to find out you're with someone else through the press.
I really do love you Bill.

Marina.
I ready again and swallowed hard. The hell was happening? I looked at the magazine, and there was a picture of me and Isobella in Spain. Oh shit. i opened the magazine to the article and scanned through the lines until I got to the bottom.

"Although we thought they were solid, it looks like Fischer wasn't such a catch after all."

Oh double shits.

I growled, then screamed, and Tom came around the corner of our apartment, raising an eyebrow.

"That damn trip to Spain. Remember that girl that was all over me? We were photographed together, and now Mina thinks I'm cheating," I said, throwing the magazine at him and storming to my part of the bedroom. Tom followed behind me, holding his letter and looking at me.

"Dude, I thought you were above that too. But A: you're my twin, and look how bad I've gone. And B: you should've known there would be camera Gestapo there," he said, tearing open his letter. He laughed as he read.

"Man, you fuck it up with her, and you lose the perfect woman," he said, turning away from me.

"What'd she say?" I asked. Tom turned with a mischievous grin.

"If I got photographed in your clothes, she'll get photographed in something skimpy," he smiled. "I've got to email her. This is too good to be true," he added. I jumped up, running to my computer. I had to apologize now. I addressed an email to her and began typing my heart out.

:Normal POV:
   I spent the couple days after sending my letter to Bill acting as if it never happened. My class was quickly picking up momentum, and I was having to conquer different techniques that I didn’t know. It was a nice distraction from everything. After leaving class, I looked at John, who’d been growing on me, and smiled.
   “You know, why don’t we go out to dinner?” I said. “As friends though,” I added. He smiled and hugged me, careful not to touch me with his hands since he had been working with raw chicken.
   “Marina you made my day. You want to go out tomorrow night? I’ll come get you at 7?” He asked, resuming his deconstruction job. I smiled and nodded. After class, I gave John my address, telling him which apartment was mine and Emily’s. We hugged and went our separate ways. When I got home I tossed my bag across the table and sitting on the sofa, grabbing up my notebook and turning it on. It beeped at me as it started up, showing a picture of Bill and I in the club kissing. I sighed, typing in my password and letting it finish loading. I signed into my email and saw two; one from Bill and one from Tom. I read Bill’s first.
Mina
I would never ever in a thousand years cheat!! Tom and I went to Spain, yes, but that girl kept trying to crawl all over me and I kept having to push her off. She is nothing like you. You are real and love me for me, not my amazing looks or money. I only want you Mina. Please believe me.
All my heart,
Bill
Short and sweet, I felt my heart thud hard against my chest, and I replied, telling him I was so sorry for not believing him. I opened Tom’s and smiled, glad everything was worked out.
Marina the tease,
I’ll do it. Watch out for the mags in about a week or so ok? You’ll owe me some serious sexy for this.
Tom
Ps] he really didn’t like her. She was all clingy and smoked. Even I wouldn’t have done her. Now if you still don’t believe him, you can always date the good twin ;)
I laughed, shaking my head and   saving both emails. Before getting off the computer however, another email from Bill popped up.
Marina,
You’re right, I should have told you Tom and I were going to Spain with other women. I’m sorry you had to find out about it that way, but I think it’d be better if we saw other people. Don’t get me wrong, I love you, which is why I’m doing this. I don’t want the press hounding you and making you out as a bad person. I think you could do much better than some guy like me. Besides, the distance is just too hard to keep up.
Please accept this fact, and don’t make it any harder than it should be.
Yours,
Bill
I went into the bedrooms, seeing Emily sprawled across hers as she worked on her paper for English class. I was shocked and didn’t understand what made Bill do a complete one-eighty in less than an hour. I wrote him back, saying if that’s how he felt then it was nice knowing him. I was on auto-pilot and vaguely remember crashing into my bed and falling asleep.
:Bill’s POV:
I missed Mina more than anything. I signed on to my email to see if she responded. My heart skipped as I saw her name, opening the virtual letter and smiling. However, it quickly fell as I read the words that filled the screen.
Bill,
I love you, I don’t want you to forget this fact. But I think we would be better off on our own. I mean, you’re going to be in Germany most of the time, and I’ll be making my career here in the States. What we had was wonderful, but I feel like it’s not going to last since we’re so far away.
I’ve already met someone else here, and he’s good to me. Most important, he isn’t halfway across the globe vacationing with models. It never would have worked with us Bill, you’re so famous already and you guys are still rising, while I’m some unknown face in one of the most populated cities. You can do so much better, and you deserve much better than me Bill. Find yourself a good girl. Someone that will treat you nicer than I have.
Love,
Marina.
I felt tears sliding down my cheeks as I read the message, responding just as quickly as I could. I couldn’t believe it- she had already found someone else? I turned off the computer and wondered around the apartment Tom and I shared like a zombie, trying to find something to fill the gap that was just torn from my being.
Tom came home to me lying on the couch, watching Das Lieben Der Anderen with a half empty bottle of alcohol on the small table in front of me and a plethora of empty junk food bags around me.
   “What the hell happened here?” He asked, finding his way through the Doritos and gummy bear bags.
   “Marina left me. She said that it won’t work cause we’re so far apart, and that she’s already got someone else,” I said, trying to focus on the screen. The couple pissed me off. They were happy together. Tom sat on my feet and sighed.
   “That sucks man. I didn’t peg her as one of those girls either. Wanna get out of here?” He asked. Then he pulled me up from the chair. “I know what we’re dong. We’re going with the G’s and you’re going to race with us. Come on,” he said, dragging me outside into his huge SUV. We met Georg and Gustav at the kart track, and Tom was right. It took my mind off Marina for a while, just focusing on the turns and staying in front. Maybe if I dive head first into new things and new music, I’ll forget her long enough to get over this pain.
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