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I'll save you from yourself	By : PunkyEmoFreak Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 2243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Tokio Hotel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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|| Tom’s POV ||

He heard the absolutely worst thing he could when he woke up that morning. It was actually the scream that had woken him up, the small blonde child; he was only four years old then. “OH MY GOD!” It was his fathers’ voice, scared, loud, and completely frightening.

He came out of his bedroom, rubbing sleep from his eyes and walking to where he heard his father’s scream- still to small, to young to know not to go near the man yet. He was running out of his bedroom and he caught sight of the little boy. “What’s wrong, daddy?” He asked, looking tiredly up at his father.

“You’re moms dead.” Was all he said, the child just looked confused. He was too little to know what ‘dead’ meant. Too little to understand that his father was telling him that he was left alone with only him.

“I’ll wake her up, daddy. Mommy promised pancakes today.” He said, smiling at his father. Dead must have been another word for ‘sleeping’. He was still learning all his words. “Mommy wake up for me,” he said proudly touching a small fisted hand to his chest, there was never a time she hadn’t woken up when he had asked her too. “Mommy makes both us pancakes!”

He hardly got two steps towards the door when his father dropped to his knees and grabbed his shoulders, shaking the boy. “She wont wake up, Tom! She’s never going to wake up again! Don’t you get it? She’s dead, Tom. She’s not going to wake up, she’s not going to make you fucking pancakes!”

Tom still didn’t know what dead meant, but he started crying. His dad was scaring him, and mommy wasn’t going to make him pancakes like she promised because she didn’t want to wake up for him. That much he understood. It would only be another week before Tom truly understood what his mother being ‘dead’ meant for him.

Dead meant that daddy didn’t care about him at all anymore. Dead meant that Mommy wasn’t going to be there to protect him anymore. Dead meant that daddy blamed him for everything that wasn’t his fault. Dead meant that there was no more mommy.

That’s what I remembered when Lazy asked me to tell her about my mom. What was there to tell about her? My mom was dead. She died on June 11th when I was four years old. She left me alone with the bastard that was supposed to be my father. I didn’t tell her that, though. I didn’t tell her anything. I just stared at the floor until Lacy told me I could leave, lost in my own thoughts and memories. Things I hadn’t thought about in a really long time.

“Tom. Tom, wait up!” I heard Georg the first time he called my name; I didn’t need him to call me again. I also didn’t need his hand grabbing my shoulder to stop me from walking. I instantly shrugged out of his touch; I didn’t want to have him touch me… Georg was in love with me and that had to stop right now. I like having Georg as a friend, why’d he have to go all ‘in love’ and ruin everything?

“Sorry man, you just didn’t slow down. I didn’t think you heard me,” Georg said with a grin, oblivious to my obvious attempts to ignore him and just get to the homework room in peace. It was free hour, normally Georg and I would already be on our way to the music room by now. If not there, then the rec room. But that wouldn’t work either, we’d be alone both places and that didn’t seem like a good idea to me.

You could go to the homework room anytime you wanted technically, but it was only mandatory during your hour. I didn’t actually have anything to do in there, but Georg wouldn’t know that, and I could get started on my shit for tomorrow. And I knew someone would be in there, “Dude, why are we going this way? Aren’t you done with you’re homework already?” I didn’t even look at him, “I guess not…” He said, frowning a little and following me still, “I was hoping we could finish that song today, besides, Gustav and Rachael aren’t gonna be there today so we could work on the guitar parts,” he still got no response.

When we walked in the room though, I saw the smirk that spread over Georg’s face, and I even knew why. Bill was the only other person in here. Of all the fucking people… I could scream right now. Well, not really. But still. I couldn’t think of what was the lesser of two evils. Spend the next hour and a half in here with Bill and Georg… or be alone with Georg.

I picked option one. Georg looked dumbfounded when I walked further into the room despite the faerie boy sitting at the table scrawling away on some paper. He groaned and scratched out something. I grabbed my math book and went and sat at the table with Bill. There were plenty of other tables in here, but still… this was the safest option. “Hey Tom…” Bill said when Georg and I sat down. “Georg.” He added as though it was an afterthought.

“Hey Bill.” Georg said, his voice was sour. Oh god damnit how did I not notice the way Georg acted before now? I opened up the book to the next chapter and read over the beginning of it, getting bored instantly. Math was easy, but that was exactly the problem, it was too easy.

Without bothering to read the rest of the instructions, I grabbed few sheets of paper from the middle of the table and a pen. Boring. I swear it. “Shouldn’t you do math in pencil, Tom?” I heard Bill ask me, I didn’t bother looking up, “Yanno, in case you mess up? It just seems logical to me.”

“Tom doesn’t mess up,” Georg answered for me; I wish he’d stop doing that. “He’s like, a fucking genius. Especially when it comes to math.” Georg said, he had one of his own books out, English from the looks of it. Georg was wrong there, I wasn’t a genius, I’m just good with numbers. Put that English book in front of me and I couldn’t write you a damn sentence correctly to save my life.

“Well, isn’t he lucky.” Bill’s voice was just as sour when he spoke to Georg, but he wasn’t looking at either of us, staring intently at the paper he was writing on before groaned and erasing something, “I couldn’t get this math shit right if someone paid me too!” I peaked at his paper some and rolled my eyes. He was only doing simple tenth grade math. I was doing calculus. It was still easy.

Georg laughed at Bill some and moved a little closer to me so our arms bumped against each other. I stiffened and got up from my chair. I knew if I just stood there, Georg would start wondering why I was acting weird, so I did the only thing I could think of on the spot. I walked over to Bill and read the math problem over his shoulder.

Brendan went to Toronto to see a Blue Jays game. He had $650.00 for the trip. It cost him $40.00 for his ticket to the game, $216.00 to stay 2 nights at a hotel, $329.00 for his flight and $29.00 for food. He met a man on Young Street who was running a small casino. Brendan bet $5.00 in Black Jack and won an amount of money that was triple what he had left after making the bet. He spent half of this at the ball game. How much money did Brendan take home?

It was easy… I wasn’t sure how he didn’t understand it. Then I realized, it was probably the same kind of question Georg always got stuck on. “Did you ask for help?” I heard Georg ask Bill threw gritted teeth when I was standing over the faerie-like boy.

Bill sighed, “Yes,” he said with a node before he turned his head and looked at me, “You understand this completely, don’t you?” I just stared at him, not moving away, but not nodding to answer his question, “I know you do. You’re giving me that ‘I’m dumb as shit’ look again. I wish you could just talk to help me with this. The teacher isn’t helping at all. All he says is to read through the book again. It doesn’t make any sense!” He sounded frustrated, not at all like the Bill who had been bugging the shit out of me since he got here. He was acting… normal. It made me not hate him so much right now.

Without thinking twice, I pulled the pencil from Bill’s hand and leaned over him- being sure not to touch him at all- and writing down the obvious to me answer on the paper. Ninety dollars. Bill looked at me again with wide eyes. “How did you do that?” He asked, licking over his lips.

I moved from behind him and took a chair next to him, when it came to numbers like this, I could be comfortable. I was only doing math homework- nothing more then that. [$750 - (216 + 100 + 40 + 329 - 5)] 3/2 = 90. I wrote it down and he looked over the problem and smiled, “Oh! Oh I think I get it!” He squealed, taking the pencil back and looking at the next question. I watched him do it and instantly pulled it back from his hand, writing out the correct form before handing the pencil back and Bill looked it over, a blush falling over his cheeks before he finished it. The answer was right.

He did the next three problems; I sat back in my chair next to him- bored out of my mind. Simply logic. That’s all it was. Algebra one shit. Every single time Bill finished a problem, he made me look at it. If I didn’t move, he figured it was right, because when it was wrong, I’d take the pencil for him and erase what he got wrong. I could feel Georg’s jealous and heated stare on us, but I had to ignore it. It was making me really uncomfortable. It reminded me of the stares Bill normally gave me. But now, Bill was just doing math.

“Tom, if you’re done with your own Math shit, lets get out of here. It’s stuffy and I want to go work on that song.” Georg said when Bill folded up his finished homework and put it in his book cover.

“You guys play?” Bill asked, looking up at Georg and back at me. I didn’t move, just looked at the table, Georg however- nodded shortly at him. “That’s really cool. I could never play anything, but I sing.” He shrugged one of his shoulders and stood up, flipping his hair over his shoulder. “But I have to go turn this in, it’s already late. Thanks for the help, Tom!” Bill said, waving at me and walking out of the room.

Georg and I both looked at each other, eyes wide. No fucking way. I know we were thinking the same thing. I even forgot momentarily that I didn’t want to be alone with this boy. The band idea had been working well- Gustav and Rachael had gotten their free period changed with ours. We were practicing almost every day. The only thing we had been missing was a singer.

“Think he’s any good?” Georg asked, forgetting that we both hated the faerie boy. For different reasons, but we both hated him. I shrugged my shoulder- only we were in there. “Fuck man, of all the people here who might even be able to sing it has to be him. This is bull-shit, Yanno that?” I nodded slightly, “I think, if we really want this to go anywhere… we’re going to have to ask him.” I stiffened a little. I really didn’t want Bill to be near me that much. Today was just a fluke. “I’m asking him.” I didn’t move, “You don’t like it, I know you don’t. But Tom, we might have a chance.”

It was only for the day, but Georg got Lacy to let Bill away from homework for the day to be with Georg, Rachael, Gustav, and I. I think it was the fact that Bill would be around me that got her to agree. Especially when I didn’t even give the slightest inclination that I didn’t want Bill to not be around me. I really didn’t, but Georg was right, we had a chance with this. To go somewhere with our music if we found a good enough singer. And music was the one thing in this place that I liked. No, not just liked. I loved it.

“So, you’re good, Bill?” Gustav asked, spinning one of his drum-sticks between his fingers and Bill grinned at him and nodded. Everyone had been silent when Bill walked in. Gustav seemed to be peace keeper. I was standing on one side of him, plucking at the strings of my guitar and pretending to ignore everything else around me. Georg was on the other side of him glaring into Bill as if to tell him ‘If you’re not good, I’ll kill you.’ “Okay then, sing something.”

Bill gave us all a nervous look as he twisted his hands together as though thinking about what to sing. Hell, I’d be nervous too. Three guys who could kick your ass staring at you expectantly. But he sang, and we were all more then surprised. I even looked up when he started. “You and I and a little toy shop, buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got. Set them free at the break of dawn, ‘til one by one, they were gone. Back at base, bugs in the software flash the message, "Something’s out there." Floating in the summer sky, ninety-nine red balloons go by…” He took a small breath, even completely accapella he was good. Really good, “Ninety-nine red balloons, floating in the summer sky. Panic lads, it's a red alert, there's something here from somewhere else. The war machine springs to life, opens up one eager eye. Focusing it on the sky, ninety-nine red balloons go by.”

By the time he finished, Georg’s mouth was wide open, I was staring blankly at him, and Gustav had a grin across his face. “Nena, right?” Bill nodded at him. “Well, my opinion, I think you’re great, Bill! As good as you said you were. Georg, Tom, what do you guys think?” He asked, looking from one of us to the other.

“Yeah... he’s really good.” Georg mumbled, looking almost mad about the fact that Bill was good. I gave a small nod and looked back at my guitar.

“Well, then I think it’s unanimous! Bill, welcome to the band.” Gustav smiled at him, “Now we just need lyrics and we’re set. Can you write, Bill?”

“Yeah, I can.” Bill said, smiling and bouncing on his toes some, “I have some stuff I’ve messed around with back in mine and Tom’s room,” I couldn’t help but like how he said it was both of our room rather then just his own, “I can bring them to show you sometime.”

Gustav nodded, “Good deal, I’ll talk to Lacy. You need to get in our free period permanently. Only problem is, I think that means Rachael is going to have to go to another one. No more then four, remember?” He sighed and shook his head, “She’s going to be so pissed at me.”

“Get over it,” Georg hissed at him, “I’m getting over it, Tom will get over it, You’ll have to get over it and so will she. Fuckin’ a man, you see her every other time of the day.” He sounded pissed at Gustav, but both Gustav and I knew it wasn’t because of Rachael. It was because the faerie boy in front of us was the best singer we could have asked for.

Gustav looked at me and smirked, he had told me a few days before he thought Georg liked me. This just proved it. Damnit, when did it start happening? I’m loosing my best friend because he had to get a stupid crush on me and I can’t allow it to happen. This shit sucks. Everyone apparently realized it but me. I wish they all kept their damn mouths shut and I could have been completely oblivious to it.

“Shut up, Georg.” Gustav told him as he shook his head, “You’re the one who wanted to start this, so you can be a little more excited and stop acting like such a girl about everything.” Bill snickered behind his hand and caught my eye especially when Georg yelped and started yelling at Gustav.

Georg was acting like a girl; I couldn’t help but to give Bill a small smirk back.
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