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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: [All conversation from here on is in German, but I don’t feel like translating back and forth. So ha.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Mom, can we stop at a store close to home? I wanted to get this camera developed,” I said. She turned in her seat, looking at the camera.
“Sure hun, when we’re closer to Oma’s,” She said, giving me a smile. I never really noticed how much alike we looked. She had the same eyes, and if my hair wasn’t dyed, it’d be the same color. The drive to my Oma’s took a little over an hour for us to reach her house, including my stop to the store to get my film developed. I smiled, excited to see what pictures would come out. We pulled into her driveway and already there were cars lining the street around her house. We piled out of the car, grabbing our bags and I led the way up to her door. I raised my fist to knock, but the door opened and I was greeted with a bear hug from my grandpa.
“My Mina!” He said, rubbing my shoulders and smiling. I smiled back. “Welcome, welcome,” he said, leading me into the large house. Cousins and Aunts were there, already excited. I immediately made my way over to Brianne, my favorite cousin. We were so much like we could have been twins. She spotted me coming over and smiled, meeting me half way. She hugged me, kissing my cheek
“Mina I’ve missed you!” She said. I laughed.
“Come on, it hasn’t been that long Buick.” I laughed. Her name was Brianne Ewick, and everyone was calling her Bee when we were younger, before I knew the ‘w’ was pronounced as a ‘v’, so I combined her nickname and last name, and we had Buick.
“How was you’re flight?” she asked. I smiled, pulling her away from the rest of the family to a quiet corner.
“You’ll never guess who I’ve met,” I started. Her eyes glinted with anticipation. “Tokio Hotel,” I finished, and predictably, she nearly screamed in response.
“No way! You didn’t meet them. There’s no way. You have proof?” She hounded.
“Not on me, but If we took off now, we could get to the store by the time they’re done,” I said. She immediately stood, then turned back to me.
“Well, why don’t we get changed into something nice and just stay out all night? A ‘Welcome to Germany!’ celebration,” she held her arms out and I smiled, standing with her.
“Buick, that sounds like a wonderful idea. Let’s go to your room?” I suggested, and grabbed my suitcase and we ran up the stairs. My clothes were a balance of club and church you could say. One side was my nights out clothes- short skirts, slinky shirts. The other was long sleeved sweaters and jeans for when we’re with the family. A nice side by side view of how Buick and I spent our time together. But one thing sat right on top, in the middle of the suitcase. My thigh length double-breasted wool jacket. This baby cost me half my salary, and I wore it nearly everyday it was cold enough. I pulled on a low cut baby blue halter top, made from a shimmering silk material. It clung to my body, selling what I never gave away. I swapped my jogging pants for a black mini skirt, and a pair of black heels. We always did our makeup in the car before we went in, so as to not tip off our parents as to where we were going. We jumped down the stairs and out the door before anyone could stop us. I applied my powder blue eye shadow, with a hint of black to give it a real seductive smoky look, eyeliner to my lower lid, and a blood red lipstick with a slick of gloss over it.
“You look so hot Mina, why don’t you just use your looks for a good time already?” Brianne asked, risking a glance away from the road and giving me a wink. I smiled.
“I just haven’t found anyone that felt like it would be right. I want it to be special, not just a one-night-stand,” I said, applying some loose glitter to highlight areas of my neck and cheeks. Brianne nodded, understanding what I meant. She had just gotten out of a long relationship, so it wasn’t as big a deal to her anymore, and was dressed to seduce as well in a green, low cut kimono style dress and black pumps. We pulled into the parking lot for the store, and I jumped out, excited to be getting my pictures back. I went to the photo section, and flashed a smile at the young man behind the counter. He was already drooling when we walked through the door.
“Hi, I’m here to pick up my pictures. For Fischer, Marina?” I said sweetly. He coughed and turned to the large drawer of envelopes of pictures. He fished through the files and brought up my packet. I handed him the money and he gave me my change, speechless as we walked out the door. Once clear, Brianne was laughing at the way he was still gawking at us, craning his neck to see us from his counter. Brianne immediately ripped open the envelope, looking at the pictures and flipping through each of them. Her jaw was hanging open, if possible, getting wider with each picture. I watched over her shoulder, seeing the picture of Bill and I in the supermarket; Bill singing on stage; Tom playing his guitar right in front of me. A picture I had snapped of Joe when he wasn’t paying attention and was just admiring the boys playing. Another of Bill as he smiled right at us. Then she got to a picture of the boys, cut off on the bottom, and an impressive shot of the fly system at the top of the stage.
“What is this?” She asked, and i was confused for a moment, before laughing.
“It’s when we crowd surfed. Joe, I mean Tobi, suggested it’d be the funnest way for us to get out of the crowd so we could get backstage and meet the band. Bill had given us backstage passes,” I laughed, and she smiled.
“No way. You crowd surfing. This is great,” she said, flipping to the next picture, and the scene changed completely. It was the club, when we had our first round of drinks. Bill was close to my side, Tom with Emily, and Georg hanging on my other side. Then a shot of Bill and I smiling and holding up our drinks. The next picture made my heart stop for a moment. I never felt my camera leave my side, but there, in front of us, was a picture taken of me and Bill when we kissed. Brianne looked at me, holding the picture up.
“Yeah I skipped that part, didn’t I?” I said, cursing Georg in my head. I knew it was him, he was the only other person there. The next few shots were the ones I took with Georg and Bill. I smiled, the next of butterflies stirring when I saw me and Bill kissing. Then I froze again, and snapped the pictures back form her. They were shots of Bill and I in the hotel. I don’t remember taking pictures when we got to the hotel. I flipped through them quickly, seeing a picture of Bill and I kissing again. A shot of Bill with his shirt off, and his hands were frozen at the top of his pants as they were undoing the button. I gasped, seeing a shot of me in my bra and tight pants, doing the same. I held the photos against my chest. No. Way. Did I sleep with Bill Kaulitz? I flipped ahead three pictures and there was my answer, along with the one behind it. I shoved those pictures to the back of the stack.
“Lets go to the club, I need a drink,” I said, sliding the pictures back into the envelope and putting the whole thing into my purse. Brianne looked at me confused, but got in the car and drove the rest of the way to the bar.
Bill’s Point of View
“Bill, why didn’t you tell me she knew German? Fuck, all that shit we said about her friend. About her!” Tom shouted at me once we were home. Georg and Gustav still had no idea of Marina’s special talent, and I cowered in the corner of the couch.
“Look, you never asked and she didn’t seem to want to tell you. But you should control yourself sometimes. Not talk rudely about people in German just because you assume they don’t understand,” I said, staring down my brother. He sighed, sitting next to me.
“You’re right. Let’s go drink and pick up girls. Wanna call the G’s?” He said, fiddling with one of his long dreads. I smiled, not answering him but calling the G’s, as he preferred to call them.
“Hey, Georg, wanna drink tonight? Grab Gustav and we’ll meet at the usual spot?” I said, grabbing my jacket and sliding it on. Tom grabbed the keys and his jacket as well, and we walked outside to the large car he just had to have. I sat in the passenger seat, checking my hair and makeup in the mirror as he revved the engine. He gunned down the street and I held on to the door for dear life.
“Tom, why do you have to drive so fast?” I screamed, and he laughed at me, slowing down to a less breakneck speed.
“Cause watching you scream like a girl makes me laugh,” he answered simply as we drove to the usual clubbing grounds. I turned on the radio, switching around to find something good when I heard my voice coming back to me.
“Hold it!” Tom shouted, and I smiled, turning up the song. It was Ich Brech Aus, one that I never got tired of hearing. Neither did Tom, as we both started singing along. I was bouncing in my seat, energy pumping, ready to party. We parked across the street, waiting inside the car for Georg and Gustav. Tom elbowed me and pointed across the lot.
“I call the blue one,” he said, and I rolled my eyes. There were two girls sitting inside a small car, the one in green doing her makeup rather quick, the other looked slightly mortified, yet beautiful. Tom and I squinted, and we both cursed at the same time.
“Dude, does she have some sort of tracking devise on you or what?” My brother shouted, hitting the steering wheel. My mouth was gaping. How did she know we’d be here? Not to mention, why did she look so disgusted? I took a deep breath.
“Maybe it’s a coincidence. She hasn’t even heard of our band before the other night, remember? This is too crazy,” I said, running a hand under my hair and flipping it. Finally we saw the G’s pulling into the small parking lot, and of course they picked a couple spots away from Marina’s car. I sighed, getting out and meeting the two guys half way across the lot.
“Look, Billie’s got a stalker!” Georg smiled, punching me lightly in the arm. I pushed him off. “Dude, I was just kidding. She’s way into you though, I can tell.” Gustav was nodding. We headed inside the club, easily slipping through the door and I immediately hit the bar.
Marina’s Point of View
I sat in the passenger’s seat of Brianne’s car, waiting for her to be done with her make up. Since we were sitting there, two other cars pulled up, and four men met and went inside. They were all rather cute from where I sat. I could feel the beat of the music pulsing through the air.
“Ok, ready!” She announces, showing me the deep green eye shadow and slight green highlight to her cheeks. It gave her an ethereal look. We got out of the car, hearing the thumping bass of the music from inside. We crossed the street, smiles on our faces, even though I was storming inside over the pictures. We passed through the doors and I took off my jacket, draping it over the seat before sitting on it. There was this Japanese techno song on that I loved, the beat was amazing. I felt a soft tap on my shoulder, and after taking a sip of my cocktail, I turned with a smile to the welcomed intruder.
“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, before realization dawned on me.
“Bill? What are you doing here?” I asked. Brianne nearly choked on her drink, turning to me and Bill. He smiled, sitting next to me and ordering up another drink for me.
“The guys and I always come here on our first night back. We almost didn’t want to, but I felt like we should keep it going. I’m glad I did,” he smiled, his hand resting on mine gently. I felt uneasy, but I couldn’t move away from him. His smile was so gorgeous and contagious.
“I need to talk to you,” I blurted, followed by a giant gulp of my drink before pulling his hand to the middle of the dance floor. He looked around, eyeing the choice of secretive places.
“If you wanted to talk to me privately, why out here?” He asked, hands already resting on my hips like they belonged there. I was lost in his eyes for a moment, before breaking the contact to bring out the pictures.
“Bill, I may not know much about your band, but I did see some of your interviews. And how you were always looking for ‘the one’ and waiting for that person,” I started, holding the two incriminating pictures to my chest. He gave me a weird look. I handed him the pictures. He looked at them and paled. The first one was of him, face in obvious pleasure, naked. I had to be on top for this shot. The second, was of me, also naked, on top of him with the same look of pleasure on my face.
“I thought you’d want to know. I don’t remember any of it, but I just got the pictures a few minutes ago. If you want, we can burn them and forget it happened. Not like it would be that hard,” I rambled on as he looked between the two pictures, then at me. He handed them back to me, and when I was distracted, caught my lips in his. We kissed for a few moments, body’s pressed together.
“I’ve never felt like this for another person. There's just something, from that first second I saw you that I couldn't let you go,” he said, holding my face gently in his hands. I looked in his eyes.
“Me either,” I answered. We walked back to the bar, seeing Gustav picking up on my cousin. I shrugged, grabbing my jacket and leaving with Bill. Once outside we leaned against Tom’s car. I laughed, realizing he had been part of the good looking group of men I had seen earlier.
“I have an idea,” he said, once we flipped through the rest of the pictures. After the first two, our night seemed to only get better. I looked away from the pictures of us to him.
“Let’s have a bon fire with them by the river. It’s not too far from here. And I can get Tom’s keys easily if you want to drive there. Then we can make new memories,” he smiled, running his hand across my cheek. A shiver ran down my body that had nothing to do with the chill of the air. I smiled and kissed him.
“Sounds like a plan,” I said. He got up, handing me the pictures and running back into the club. Moments later he came back, a set of keys in his hand. We hopped into the giant beast of a vehicle and the engine roared to life. We drove a few minutes up the streets in silence, and finally pulled into a deserted parking lot along the shore of the river. There was a fire pit close to the river’s edge, and Bill led me, hand in mine, to it. We set the naked pictures of us in the pit, lighting a match and lighting the corners of a few. Soon enough we had a small fire going. We sat on the side, warmed by the small glow. Bill looked at me, eyes holding mine for a few moments.
“I say, we play the question game,” he smiled. I tilted my head, and I swear the action sent a shiver up his spine, because for a brief second, his eyes glazed over with this intense look before calming back down.
"I ask you a question. Then you ask me one,” he explained. I gave him a grin and nodded.
“Sounds like fun. You start since it was your idea,” I smiled, laying back on the soft ground.
“What is your favorite color?” he asked, laying by me. I smiled.
“Blue. What was your favorite city on the tour?” I asked. He scrunched up his nose in thought. The act was so cute I couldn’t hold back a smile.
“Los Angeles. The weather was so warm and so different from here it was wonderful. And I never thought that our fans in California would be singing along in German with us! It was such a great feeling,” he smiled thinking about it. “What is your favorite song by us?” He asked, turning on his side to face me. I smiled, it was an easy question.
“Reden. It’s so bubbly and the lyrics kinda seem to fit our situation,” I laughed. He laughed as I explained. We kept going for what felt like days, when my phone rang. I sighed to be interrupted, but I pulled it out and clicked the answer button.
“Mina Pina, where are you?” Brianne yelled into the phone. She was still at the club obviously.
“I’m at the river with Bill. What’s going on?” I asked her. I heard a deep voice in the background and she giggled. “Um, you don’t mind if Gustav and I head out to his place do you? I’ll leave you my keys since he has his own car and I know you need to get back home eventually,” she said, I chewed on my lip. Just then Bill’s phone rang.
“Hallo?” he answered.
“Bitch where’s my car? I’ve got a blonde that will do anything as long as I don’t fuck up her hair,” Tom shouted in the phone. He rolled his eyes.
“Yeah Buick, we’ll be back in a minute so just leave the keys under the spoiler,” I said. Bill told his brother we’d be back in a minute and we walked back to the car.
“Buick?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I smiled.
“Her nickname is Bee and her last name is Ewick. I combined it one day when we were little and I didn’t know much German yet. It’s just stuck ever since,” I explained. He laughed.
“That’s funny,” he said between giggles, driving up the road to the club once again. Tom was waiting outside for us, kissing the blonde he was talking about. Bill tossed him the keys and he caught them, eyes never opening.
“That was creepy,” I said, shaking my head and turning to Bee’s car. I checked the spoiler, finding the keys, and unlocked the doors.
“I think it’ll be safer with you driving,” I said, sitting in the passenger’s side. He slipped in the driver’s seat and I leaned over to stick the keys into the ignition. I turned the car on, and looked up at Bill. He was staring at me, jaw clenched shut and turning bright red. I looked down and turned the deepest shade of red in my entire life, quickly snapping my hand up to my chest, pushing the fabric flat against my skin.
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