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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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“Oh my god this place is amazing!” Bill shouted to me over the music. I smiled at him. I was feeling much more relaxed than I had been earlier. Then again, a few cocktails do help loosen a girl up. Tom and Georg were dancing with Emily, and she was loving every second of their attention. Gustav was chatting with some girl at the far end of the bar. Bill has yet to leave my side, not that it bugged me. Not in the least bit, I thought.
“Want to dance?” He asked, drawing me out of my head and into the present. He was holding his hand out to me, eyes glinting in the flashing lights. I smiled, downing the last of my drink and letting my hand rest in his before he dragged me out to the center of the room. He had tried to flatten down his hair the best he could earlier in the bathroom, and he did a good job of it. He pulled me by the hand, deftly wrapping it around his neck as my body followed. He held me close, swaying and moving with the music playing. I felt the bass reverberating through the air and pulsing inside my body, and just moved with him. Our eyes never parted, and over the next few tracks, the look on his face went from a joking, mischievous one to being serious. And I felt an overwhelming sense of butterflies in my stomach, yet neither of us would look away. Soon enough, were we no longer dancing, but standing in the center of the dance floor. Before it registered, he leaned in and kissed me gently, lips slightly parted against mine. My eyes widened in shock, a few beats passed before my body picked up the slack my brain let go. I kissed him back, a hand running through his hair. Eventually we had to breathe, backing away only a few inches, neither of our hands moving from their current position. Bill smiled, sending another wave of endorphin-crazed butterflies through my body, before leaning in and kissing me again. It was the most amazing feeling, my lips parting against his as his tongue slipped into my mouth. I felt his tongue piercing click against my teeth as he kissed me, pushing against mine gently. There was a tap on my shoulder, and it took us a few extra seconds to pull away from each other. I turned to see who tapped me only to be greeted by another set of lips. These were slightly thinner, yet rougher against mine. Bill coughed as I pulled away, seeing the kisser was Georg.
“What? I just wanted to see if it was any good,” Georg defended to Bill, again with the German. Bill was obviously angry, turning and heading back to the bar. I sighed, realizing Bill’s hands were now replaced by Georg’s. He gave me a smile, and I tried to return it back, but he had no idea what he had intruded on. Instead, he leaned in to kiss me again. I angled my head at the last second, and he kissed my cheek. He pulled back, stunned.
“You ok? Want something to drink?” he asked. I nodded, hand in his as he lead me to the bar. I ordered a simple beer, and scanned the crowd for Tom and Emily. “They left. A while ago,” Georg commented, noticing my scanning. I nodded, knowing if Emily had the chance, she would be in bed with Tom in a heartbeat. Ok, technically longer but you get the idea. I smiled at Georg, and leaned in, rather seductively, and whispered in his ear.
“Wanna take a picture?” I asked, catching him off guard. I knew he was NOT thinking about pictures, but hell, why not? He gave me a smile and nodded. I pulled out my camera, and took a picture of the two of us, smiles from ear to ear. The next picture, he was looking at the camera and just before I clicked the button, I kissed his cheek. The next, he kissed me. We laughed, my head starting to swim slightly.
“I’m going to find Bill, I think it’s time to head out,” I said, looking at my cell phone. It was 3 in the morning after all. I scanned the room, slightly wishing he hadn’t flattened his hair down. It would have given him a rather large bubble of personal space. I spotted him at a table in the corner, staring down his glass. I pushed my way through the crowd, using the camera’s flash to blind some guy that tried to molest me on my journey. Finally I had him in clear sight, and made my way to the chair next to him.
“Keep trying, but you will never get it to blink,” I said, snapping him out of his concentration on the glass of alcohol. He gave me a smile, but not the same energy as earlier. I sat down, and held up the camera. Suddenly the energy was back.
“You must take our picture!” He said, taking the camera from me and pulling me close. He held it out and snapped a picture of us. He leaned in to kiss me again. I met him half way, hand behind his neck. Suddenly there was a bright light- the camera’s flash. He pulled away laughing and winding the dial, advancing the frame further up the roll. Then he sat back, and I held my hand in a peace sign, smiling for him. He snapped the picture and smiled.
“Gorgeous!” He shouted. I laughed at the way he said it. Everything about him was so perfect, it was amazing. “I think it’s time to go back to the hotel,” he said with a sigh, finishing his drink. We stumbled out onto the street, hoping Gustav and Georg were either gone already or right behind us. We quickly found ourselves in front of the hotel, much faster than I wanted.
“I guess this is it then,” I said, a tone of sadness in my voice. His face was sad as well, before looking at me.
“You could stay with us? We each get our own room, so none of the other guys are going to break in on us or anything,” he said, then realized his choice of words. “Not like there would be anything to break in on. I’m not that kind of guy,” he backtracked fast. I laughed, a hand on his shoulder.
“I’m not that kind of girl, so I guess I will take you up on that,” I said, and he smiled at me. He offered me his hand once again, and we walked into the lobby and got in the elevator. That’s when my memory goes blank. In the morning, a loud bang next to the bed woke me from my sleep. I jumped, a yelp coming from my throat. I stared wide-eyed at Bill, who was standing on his tiptoes, face in a grimace and backed from the source of the noise.
“I am so sorry! I wanted to let you sleep as long as possible!” He said, picking up his fallen suitcase. I nodded, heart rate returning to its normal pulse.
“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my head. Bill checked the clock.
"It’s 6:00 Our flight out is at 8:30 so we have to go now. Thank you for a great night though,” He said. 8:30, I thought. It sounded familiar....
“Oh shit!” I shouted, jumping up from the bed and running my hands through my hair. I found my purse on the table, and dug through for my phone. One missed call. “Thank god I already packed,” I muttered, dialing my password for my voicemail. That’s when I realized Bill was staring at me.
“I forgot, my family is flying out at 8:30 today as well,” I said.
“Marina Edda Fischer, if you are not home by 6:30 you are being left behind missy! You had my permission to stay in New York if you could get back on time, not to skip out on our family trip! To erase this message, press 7,” My mother’s voice shouted from the small speaker, followed by the calmer recorded voice. I pushed 7, and hung up. “I have to go, I’m so sorry. I’m supposed to be home in 30 minutes,” I said, kissing Bill on the cheek and pulling my shoes on. He raced me to the door, blocking it.
“Tell me your name,” he said, eyes holding mine.
“Marina. Marina Fischer,” I said. He smiled, and kissed me.
“Thank you, Marina Fischer, for the greatest night of my life,” he said, opening the door for me and standing to the side. I smiled, and bolted out the door. I dialed Emily’s number and heard the phone ring just before she stepped out of a doorway and into my flight path. I hung up and grabbed her arm.
“Must go now, or we’re both dead meat,” I said, and she nodded. We ran down the hallway and into the elevators, breathing heavily and using this break inside the small metal trap to check our appearance. That’s when Emily cursed.
“I left my jacket!” she shouted, just when the elevator stopped moving. We had reached our floor. I looked at her, panic on my face. We stepped out, and she looked back at the elevator.
“Do you want to go back up and get it?” I asked her. She thought for a minute before shaking her head and racing with me to the parking garage.
======Bill’s Point of View========
Marina Fischer. I’m in love with this girl, I thought to myself as I sat at the small table in the corner of the room. I smiled, thinking of the night we had. At least, the parts I remembered. I remembered kissing her, and her kissing me back. Then Georg stepping in, and being angry that he only wanted her because she was with me. That bastard. I looked around the room and sighed. The only sign that she was there at all was the fact that the sheets were rumpled on both sides of the bed rather than just one. Until I looked closer and saw her camera lying on the floor. I picked it up, looking at the numbers on the top. There were no more available frames.
“Huh,” I grunted. I didn’t think we took that many pictures last night. I shrugged, putting the camera in my carry on bag just as Tom burst in my door.
“That girl left her jacket in my room,” Tom said, tossing it at me. I held it out, arms length away from me.
“And why do I want it?” I asked, folding it up and tossing it back at him. He caught it and stared at it.
“I don’t know. No one’s ever left anything behind before,” he said. I snorted.
“Then again, you didn’t have to pay her afterwards. Maybe that has something to do with it,” I said, grabbing my bag and rolling my suitcase out passed him. I thought of the camera in my bag. I decided I’ll take it with me to Germany, get it developed there, and find her next time we’re in New York. If she ever comes to our gig again. Or thinks of me ever again, I thought. I sighed, and walked onto the tour bus for the last time for 3 weeks.
Summer is going to be nice.
======Marina’s Point of View=======
Sitting on the airplane, I searched my bag for my emergency makeup stash. That’s when I realized my camera was missing. I sighed, sad that I left it back in Bill’s room. No proof of our wild night later, I thought. I deftly applied my usual eyeliner and shadow, and skipped the lipgloss for when we landed. I pulled out my book, one of my grandmothers, that was printed in German. I kept reading German to keep the language fresh in my head for these twice-a-year trips to the extended family. I tried to read, but I kept thinking back to Bill, and my behavior. I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t that kind of girl. I was still a virgin because I haven’t found the right guy. I pulled out my ipod and set it on shuffle through the ungodly amount of songs. I could play it through the entire trip and still have songs left. Of course, the first song to play is Tokio Hotel’s On The Edge. I sighed, there would be no escaping Bill now. I smiled listening to his beautiful voice, eyes closed and humming quietly. If only I could see him once more, but it’s too late. All I could do now is listen to his voice and reminisce with Emily about our night. Before I realized it, my brother was nudging my arm to wake me up.
“What?” I asked, annoyed, before realizing everyone around us was standing and gathering their luggage from overhead. I grabbed the bag I pushed under the seat to avoid the overhead traffic, and stood to follow the slow line off the plane. I sighed as we walked to the baggage claim.
“Are you ok?” He asked. I gave him a smile
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I said to David, checking the monitors for our baggage claim carousel.
“Try me. And we’re at carousel 12,” he said, tugging the strap to my bag and dragging me over. So I explained to him why I was almost late. By the end of the story he was laughing, arms across his chest. “Of course, only you and Emily could meet the biggest German band since... Nena or The Scorpions, and lose the evidence,” he laughed. I punched him in the arm, huffing in protest. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me,” I said, just as the bell rang and the carousel started turning. I put one headphone in my ear, so I could resume listening to music, but still hear if anyone called me. I turned away from the revolving belt, watching the traffic pass outside and rummaging through my purse for my lipgloss. That’s when I saw my brother’s face drop as he stared over my shoulder.
“Mina!” He said, hitting my shoulder and nearly knocking me over as he turned me around. I saw what he was looking at.
Bill Kaulitz.
Standing less that twenty feet away from me.
Waiting for his luggage.
I walked over, small hesitant steps, when a big bald man stepped between me and him, tapping his shoulder. That’s when I realized who it was.
“Joe?” I said, and he turned.
“Who called me-” He stopped, taking off his shades and looking at me again. “Hey, you’re that girl from the concert,” he said. Bill’s head poked from around the bulky man. A grin spread across his face as he jumped onto the carousel, riding it around Joe and nearly tackling me over.
“Marina!” He said, hugging me tightly. “I didn’t think I’d see you again! Why did you call Tobi Joe?” I laughed at his reaction, hugging him back.
“At the concert I called him Joe and he responded, but I couldn’t see his name tag so Joe stuck,” I explained, a smile on his face and hands still at my waist. That’s when my brother cleared his throat rather loudly. “Bill, this is my brother David. David, meet Bill Kaulitz,” I said triumphantly. David nodded at him, sticking out his hand, still not quite believing that I knew him. Bill smiled and turned back to me, hands disappearing into the bag at his side.
“I found this in my room this morning after you had left,” he said, handing me the camera I had left. I took it with a smile. “Where are you headed?” He asked after I tucked the camera safely in my own bag.
“Madgeburg. My grandparents live there and everyone else is close enough to drive there,” I said, each word making his eyes sparkle. “Where are you going?” I asked. He grinned.
“Madgeburg. We live there,” he said, just as Tom joined by his side. I nodded.
“That’s cool, I didn’t know you lived there,” I said. Tom raised an eyebrow, which disappeared under the cap on his head.
“You didn’t know we lived in Madgeburg? Most fans know that bit of information. Only a few fly here to find us. By the way, your friend left this as well,” he said, handing me Emily’s jacket. I took it, simply putting it on. It was a little tight because it was leather. My brother called my name, and I realized we had grabbed all our luggage.
“I have to admit, I’m new to your music. Emily is the more avid follower, and really my first time hearing you was the day before the concert,” I said. Bill looked shocked, and Tom smiled, turning away from me.
“So versuchte sie nur, mit Ihnen anzuschließen, weil Sie berühmt sind,” He snorted in German. I sighed, and Bill clinched his eyes shut. Tom just related me to an average groupie, sleeping with Bill for his fame.
“Sie würden wissen, nicht wahr? Mann Hure...” I said, Tom spinning around to show the obvious shock on his face. Yes, I just called him a man-whore in German.
“You speak German?” He said, and I nodded. “So everything you guys have been saying, what you said about Emily, I understood. Goodbye boys,” I said, giving Bill a small smile and leaving with my brother.
“I so did not believe you. I can’t believe you partied with Tokio Hotel!” David said, rather loudly. I smiled, showing him my camera. “No way, now you have pictures! This is so awesome,” he said as we followed my parents out to the rental car.
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