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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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A/N: This one is on the short side, because I feel it should stand on its own instead of split up..
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   It had been two months since Bill and I broke up, and I’ve been diving head first into my classes and my job, seeing a major improvement in my skills since I did nothing else. John noticed too, and kept a fair distance from asking what was wrong. I hung my apron up in the locker and looked at John, who was trying to fight to the front of the class for his grade so far. I laughed and shook my head. He came to the back where I was with a smile, and hugged me.
   “We’re both way above everyone else,” he said cheerfully. “You want to go out to dinner to celebrate?” he added cautiously.
   “Yeah! Pick me up at 7?” I said, and his smile grew wider, if it was possible. We hugged, going our separate directions home. I took a shower first thing when I got upstairs, and put on a blue spaghetti strap dress. It was light and a little flashy, but still more casual. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and sat on the couch, flipping through the channels on the tv before seeing Bill on the screen. I backtracked a couple channels and saw Bill waving as he was ushered inside a building.
   “With the deadline for their album due in just a few months, the boys have been taking time off from recording to do recreational activities, such as cart racing, rock climbing, and partying. Bill Kaultiz has been out full swing, and we can only believe there’s a little trouble in paradise. However, Marina Fischer seems to have virtually disappeared after being spotted moving out of her family’s home over a month ago,” the male reporter droned on, the picture of Bill being replaced with the photo of my brother and I carrying boxes. I shook my head and kept flipping, hearing Emily come through the door.
   “ What's up with the dress?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as she sat next to me.
   “Dinner date tonight with John. Figure I’ll persuade him to take me to work. They have good food,” I said, flipping through more channels before settling on Chocolat. I loved the movie, and when it was over my hair was sufficiently dry, and I pinned a few key strands back to frame my face. I put on my shoes just as the buzzer for the door rang, and Emily let John upstairs.
   “Mina, he’s here,” Emily called. I came out, grabbing a jacket from the rack and hugged him.
   “You look gorgeous,” He said, stunned. I smiled as we left the building.
“I was thinking, there’s this nice Italian restaurant on the way up here,” he said, and I smiled. He was talking about my restaurant where I worked, and agreed to go. It was just a few blocks away and we were seated quickly, menus in hand.
   “Damn, this place is quick,” John said, looking around. I smiled and nodded. We glanced over the menu, giving our orders to Michael, who returned promptly with a basket of bread. We were sat by the window, and couldn’t have been better. John and I talked about his culinary experience and what his plans were. We ate slowly, our conversation friendly and light. I was laughing at his jokes, and didn’t notice the Matre’d was at our table.
   “Marina, there are photographers outside, trying to get a good shot of you two,” he said quietly. I felt my stomach drop and John gave me a puzzled look.
   “Alright, thanks Phil. Can we go out back?” I asked, and he nodded, saying he will do his best to distract them as we left. We stood and I led John to the back of the restaurant, through the kitchen, and out the back door. I started up the alley when John grabbed my wrist and made me stop.
   “Can I get an explanation as to why paparazzi are trying to photograph you? Not to mention why the Matre’d knows your name?” He asked, and I sighed.
   “He knows me because I work there, he’s my boss. Second, and I highly doubt you’ll believe me, but I was dating Bill Kaulitz until a couple months ago,” I said, and he just looked at me. He blinked a couple times, as if it would help him process what I just said.
   “You were dating Bill Kaulitz? Kaultiz, from Tokio Hotel? Are you fucking serious?” He said, and I nodded. “You’re right, that’s pretty crazy. I don’t see why you would lie, and it makes sense with the photographers, but damn,” he said, running a hand through his hair. We continued on our way through the alley and came to a street, seeing Phil and Michael fighting the photographers. We found our way back to my apartment, the whole way John was asking be questions about Bill and Tokio Hotel. We got to the apartment building, and he stopped outside at the door.
   “Tonight was fun,” He said with a smile, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. I smiled.
   “It was. Thanks for taking me out, John,” I said, giving him a hug and going upstairs. Neither of us saw the lone photographer that followed us. I walked through the door of the apartment and was greeted by my family with Emily, and a cake.
   “Happy Birthday!” they shouted. I was shocked, but smiled and hugged everyone.
   “Thanks guys! I can’t believe I forgot today was my birthday,” I said, sitting down in one of the chairs.
   “We wanted to do something special for you. Emily told us there’s been trouble with you and Bill,” my mom said, sitting next to me and holding me hand. I gave her a look that could kill.
   “If you’re going to sit there and tell me ‘I told you so’, you can leave,” I said curtly, standing and going to my bedroom to change.
   “No that’s not it at all. I know I wasn’t supportive, but you’re brother gave me a speech that would’ve made any parent proud about how you were happy with him and that I shouldn’t judge by stereotypes. I’m sorry my mina,” she said, giving me a hug.
   The next day after classes, I was greeted by photographers on the corner of my apartment block. I pushed passed them quickly and jogged up the street, feeling their cameras on my back. I quickly unlocked the series of doors and got inside before they could snap too many pictures. I dragged myself up the stairs, opening our door and dropping my bag by the door. I froze, looking at the kitchen table and seeing Bill there.
   “What are you doing here?” I asked, feeling the need to cross my arms over my chest. He looked sad, but pissed, as if he was crying before I came in. He held up a magazine, and of course, there was me and John, after our dinner together.
   “Is this who you left me for? Oh, and I want my stuff back,” He asked, throwing the magazine at me. I caught it and put it in the trash.
   “I’m not dating anyone. He’s a friend from my culinary class,” I started, and I saw his eyes perk up slightly. “Besides, why do you care? You’re the one that broke up with me. Do you not remember?” I said, turning and going to my room to fetch his shirts from the bottom drawer of my dresser.
   “Excuse me? I broke up with you? You broke up with me! You sent the first email saying ‘you know, I don’t think we’re right together…’” he said, following me to my room. I snorted, digging through my dresser.
   “I got the first email from you saying ‘I think we should see other people, ‘cause I think you can do better than some pathetic singer,’ just seconds after you said you loved me!” I said, standing and throwing his shirts at him. He laughed.
   “You’re the one that said you found someone else and now I see you on all the covers with this guy,” He said, hands on his hips.
   “Whatever. Fine, I sent the first email! Does that make you feel better now? You flew 9 hours to confront me over a friend and get shirts when I could’ve mailed them to you and saved you the money!” I yelled at him. We both stopped to take a breath, I tried to calm down and get everything under control.
   “Bill, I don’t care who broke it off first. All I know is that four months ago my heart was broken, and I’m finally at terms with it. But you here, is like pouring salt in the wounds,” I said. He nodded, backing out of the room, hugging his clothes close to his chest.
   “I needed to see you at least once. I didn’t mean to hurt you at all,” He said quietly. I followed him to the front door, where he turned in the doorway to look at me.
   “Goodbye Marina Fischer. I won’t bother you again,” He said, and left. I shut the door and locked it. I felt the tears sliding down my face before I knew they were falling, and I kept my senses together long enough to call in sick at work. I laid down on my bed and let the tears fall.
   I heard Emily come in the room some time later, and she sat on the edge of my bed and rubbed my back. I sniffed, feeling the tears stop finally.
   “I’m so sorry Mina, I didn’t think he would act like that,” she said. I wiped my eyes dry and sat up next to her.
   “I didn’t think he would either,” I said. She hugged me, and followed me as I grabbed the remote to the TV and laid across the couch. She sat by me and put my head in her lap.
   “The whole thing sounds kinda weird doesn’t it?” She asked, passing me a bag of chips.
   “I don’t care anymore,” I said.
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