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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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Good job, I thought. I just flashed Bill Kaulitz. He cleared his throat, turning his eyes to the rest of the parking lot in front of us. I held my other hand to my mouth, covering it and completely embarrassed.
“Do you want to just go back inside?” He asked a full minute, if not longer, later. I nodded, my face finally coming back down to a normal shade. He turned off the engine and we walked across the street to club. We walked in and went straight to the bar. Bill ordered us two martinis. I took a deep drink off mine once it was in front of me. I needed to forget, as did Bill I noticed as he slugged half of his back fast. He shook his head and gave me a smile. Three drinks later, we were efficiently loosened up. We were together on the dance floor, hips dangerously close together, moving to the rapid beat of the music. His hands ran up my back, his touch gentle as it ran across my bare skin. I shivered, pressing my body closer to him. I looked up at him, and he kissed me. It was gentle, yet so much passion was behind it. I wrapped a hand behind his neck and pulled him close, my hips bumping against his. He moaned into my mouth, breaking the kiss.
“My place?” he offered. I could only nod my head as we left the club. We got into Bee’s car once more, this time I handed him the keys instead of doing it for him. He revved the engine, taking off out of the parking lot and driving rather quickly to his place.
“So, is it just you and Tom?” I asked, and he nodded.
“After our last tour we decided to get our own apartment, and we share it with Tom’s buddy, so he looks after it while we’re gone. But he’s in Paris with his family. And I doubt Tom will bring whoever that girl was back to our place,” he said, finally pulling off to the side and turning off the engine. It was a nice block, I noticed and he opened the door for me, offering me his hand. I smiled and took it. He pulled me up and kissed me, pushing me against the car. I wrapped a leg around him. We eventually made it up to their apartment, kissing the entire way up.
“Just because I’m bringing you home doesn’t mean that I’m trying to bed you. Honest.” His voice was deeper with lust, stroking my hair lightly and looking in my eyes. Nothing but care.
   “Just because you’re not trying to bed me doesn’t mean I want to stop,” I breathed against his ear, one of my hands buried in his thick hair as a shiver ran down his spine. He nodded.
   I felt his hands brush over my bare back and untying the neck of my halter. The thin material glided to the floor, and I broke our kiss only to lift Bill’s shirt over his head. We moved to his bed, which was simply a box-spring and a mattress on the floor. I was straddling his hips, kissing him. I felt a hand creep up my back, pulling me close enough for him to roll on top of me. He wrapped an arm around me, holding me close and kissing me deeply. We stayed that way for what felt like hours, half clothed, feeling the curves and recesses of each others bodies, but not pushing each other further. With a final soft kiss, Bill rolled off me, running a finger over the curve of my cheek.
   “You don’t regret meeting me, do you?” he asked, eyes slightly glazed over with a happiness behind them. I scrunched my brows in thought, causing him to sit up and look at me.
   “Now that I think about it...” I started, then laughed. “Of course not Bill. You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met,” I said, cuddling close to him. He pulled the covers up over us, turned off the light, and we fell asleep in each others arms.
That morning, I snuggled close to the warmest pillow I could ever imagine. Feels just like a person, I thought. Until I realized the pillow was breathing slowly. I opened one eye to see shaggy black hair draped over the pillow next to me. I smiled, realizing last night wasn’t a dream. Bill pulled me close, eyes still closed but something in his breathing told me he was almost awake. I kissed the side of his chest I was buried in, and he smiled.
“Morning,” he grumbled, rolling over to face me. He kissed my forehead, rubbing my back.
“Morning to you too,” I smiled, sitting up. I felt the covers fall down to my waist, but I didn’t care.
“So no one’s gonna say morning to me?” A voice came from the kitchen area, scaring the both of us. I pulled the covers back up, and Bill pulled his underwear on, getting up to find his brother. “Tom, when did you come in?” He asked, running a hand through his hair. I grabbed the shirt closest to me and my jeans and walked into the kitchen when I was fully dressed. Tom smiled at me.
“No, you slept with her? Of all the girls,” he grinned, hopefully joking as he took a bite of toast. Bill slapped his arm and moved to the fridge, bringing out a jug of orange juice.
“Shut up Tom, be nice to her,” he defended as he poured two glasses and offered one to me. I smiled. “How much was the blonde last night?” Bill asked. Tom shot him a poisonous look. I stifled a laugh by taking a drink. They bickered together in the kitchen as I walked over to where my purse was left the night before. I pulled out my phone and seeing it was ten o’clock and I had a missed call from Brianne. I dialed my voicemail.
“Hey Mina, it’s 9:30 and I’m leaving. Gustav is bringing me home. Don’t forget that at 11 we have the family trip to the cemetery, to see great-grandma Edda,” she said, breaking off into giggles as a deep voice said something in the background. “Gustav said he’d come, so if you’d want to bring Bill while he’s incognito I don’t think they’ll mind. See you then hun,” she laughed again and hung up. I saved the message, it was too cute to delete, and felt arms wrap around my waist from behind.
“You look so good in my shirt,” he said, kissing my neck.
“I have to get back home. My family goes out to Great-grandma Edda’s grave today,” I said sadly. Bill pouted at me, as if asking me to ditch it. “I can’t skip this, its tradition. I was going to ask you to come with us. Buick said she’s going to bring Gustav,” I said. He wiggled his lips side to side, scrunching in nose in thought. “Sure sounds good,” he smiled.
“Only if you wear my shirt. You look amazing in my clothes, no lies,” he said as I raised an eyebrow. “Either way, I need to shower even if I’ll be wearing your clothes,” I said, and a grin spread across his face. “Alone please,” I added. He gave me a bundle of clothes for me to wear, and I locked myself in the bathroom. Once I was done and dressed, I unlocked the door and he came in, towel around his shoulders and hair wet.
“I borrowed the neighbor’s shower. They weren’t home,” he grinned, standing behind me. I brushed out my hair with my fingers, drying it the best I could. I spritzed a little of my pomegranate body mist and did my make up lightly. Bill kissed my cheek as he blow dried his hair, flattening it down and throwing on a hat over it and mirrored sunglasses. I grabbed my jacket and smiled at him. We jogged down the stairs quickly, and were off to my Oma’s house.
“Oma!” I greeted. Everyone was in the kitchen already, and Bee was already there with Gustav. My grandma smiled at me and hugged me.
“Mein Mina, we missed you last night. No matter, you’re here now. Who is this?” She stopped, looking at Bill, obviously not able to guess gender and was trying to be nice about it.
“Oma, this is Bill. He’s,” I hesitated, looking at him. “My friend,” I finished, and he gave me a smile. I picked the right title I guess, and he took my Oma in a friendly hug.
“It’s nice to meet you,” He smiled, kissing her cheek lightly. She smiled at him, and looked to me. “He’s a keeper,” she winked, and walked off. Bill chuckled, and spotted Gustav. He made this whistling noise, and and Gustav looked around, spotting us and smiling. He and Bee came over, hands around each other’s waists.
“What’s up girl?” he said too Bill, knocking fists together before giving me a hug. “So what’s this thing about your Great-Oma?” Gustav asked me, and I smiled.
“Today is the day she died during World War II. She was caught trying to smuggle my Oma out of Germany. She was rather outspoken against the Nazi Regime, and after the assassination attempt, they tried to target her. We visit her grave to thank her for all she did, and because she was quite the socialite and would want updates,” Buick explained.
“And everyone’s afraid that she’ll give them a royal tongue-lashing in the afterlife if we didn’t update her on everything,” I joked. Bill laughed with me, a musical sound.
“So wait, you’re great-grandmother, was a part of an assassination attempt on Hitler?” Gustav said in awe. Bee and I nodded, and my grandma came over to our group.
“Time to explain, I see,” she said, a smile on her face. She loved telling this story. “On August 15th, there was an assassination attempt at Hitler’s life. There was a bomb placed under the stage he was to be giving a speech on. When it went off too early, it only inflicted minor injuries. My great-grandmother Edda helped design the plan as well as place the bomb under the stage. How else would they get close to the stage? Two men could not seduce the SS guarding the gates,” she smiled, winking at the boys.
“Well, time to pack it up. Brianne, Mina, would you mind grabbing some of the food?” She asked, a smile on her face. Bee and I grabbed a couple of the baskets, and everyone began dividing among the cars. “We can all go in my car if you want?” Gustav offered, and we got in and followed the caravan of cars up to the cemetery. once there, we unpacked the few bags that were left over from the other cars and walked in a single-file line up the pathways. Rows upon rows of headstones with dates so old they were rubbed clear off, the whole area had such a surreal feel to it, mixed with our tangible excitement for the picnic.
“You call that a grave?” Bill said, jaw nearly hitting the floor as we approached the gravesite of my Great-grandmother. Rather, the marble mausoleum and green turf that she had put funds aside for since she was 30. It was all the rage to have your final arrangements done before you were 45 back in World War II, just in case you needed them sooner than you thought. From behind the mausoleum sprang a small group. The one leading had a microphone, the one behind him with a camera.
“Bill Kaulitz!” He shouted, rushing down the grass. Bill’s face fell and Gustav stepped in front of him. “Wonderful! Gustav Shäfer is here too! Who are these two women with you?” The man shouted, the camera guy filming.
“One more step and we’ll have you arrested for harassment,” Gustav answered simply, arms folded over his chest. I stood beside Bill, not sure if the whole scenario was really happening. My family was up ahead, watching the showdown. Then it happened. The interviewer stepped too close to Brianne, Gustav charged in front of her and swung a fist at the guy. It connected solid with his jaw, knocking him to the ground too easily. Gustav sighed, shaking his hand and putting the other around Bee. I noticed movement over her shoulder and squinted at the line of tombstones.
“Bill, over there, it’s paparazzi, he’s been snapping photos while this idiot was distracting us,” I said, pointing to a row five down from us. Bill sighed, an arm around my waist.
“I knew they’d be on us sooner or later. Gustav and I will leave, they should leave you alone. I’m sorry to be going Mina,” he said, kissing my cheek and grabbing Gustav’s shoulder. The two left, making a quick jog to Gustav’s car and hopping in before they could snap too many more pictures. They sped off, leaving us to our family time. Bill was right, the camera crew and paparazzi chased after their car before heading to their own. Bee sighed next to me, and we joined the rest of our family, who were still staring at us.
“What in the hell was that?” My mother asked in a low voice, a blanket held tight to her chest as if we were just mugged.
“Bill and Gustav are the singer and drummer for a band. Tokio Hotel,” I said, and half the family gasped.
"You mean we were hanging around with half of Germany’s hottest band since... since The Scorpions?” My cousin Fredrick asked, shocked. We could only nod.
“Man, Edda will be so mad that you didn’t get them to stay,” my Oma said, easing the nervous atmosphere and making us all laugh. We fanned out the blankets, setting up the food and plates. We sat around and talked about everything and anything but the two boys while we ate our way through sandwiches, pastas, salads, and finally a warm pie my mom and aunt prepared. Finally someone brought up the untouched subject.
“So Bee, Mina, when did you two meet these boys?” Fredrick asked, licking his fingers for any trace of the food he just popped in his mouth.
“Last night,” Bee answered.
“Actually, I met them back in New York. My friend took me to their last US concert the night before we flew out,” I said. Even talking about Bill made my face heat.
“And you two are in a relationship already?” My mother nearly shouted, a very angry look on her face.
“No, it’s not like that. We’ve just really hit it off as friends,” I said. I could see her dying to roll her eyes and send me back to the states, but her personal code of proper social niceties wouldn’t allow her. Instead, she stood, took the keys from my father, and took me by the arm to the car.
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