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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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We woke in the morning, arms around each other, with Tobi knocking on the door. Bill shot up immediately, launching out of the bed and picking up the remainder of his clothes and hiding in the bathroom. I wrapped the left over robe from last night around me, tying it shut, and kicked the lingerie under the bed. I opened the door, hair messed up, and smiled.
“Hey Joe,” I said, and he gave me a quick grin before letting his face fall back to its serious tone.
“Time to get packed and go. Tell Bill,” he said. I felt a jolt run through me as he smiled.
“How did you know?” I said, hands folded across my chest. He pointed over my shoulder, and I looked to see the red bra hanging by the strap off my suitcase. As if both our gazes was too much extra weight, the bra fell to the ground.
“I see,” I said, nodding, feeling my cheek turn a deep shade of red. “I’ll let him know. Thanks Tobi.” I shut the door as he turned from us to knock on Gustav and Bee’s door. Bill came out of the bathroom, fully dressed.
“How’d he know I was here?” he asked. I pointed to the bra.
“It was hanging from the suitcase,” I said, wishing my face would return to a normal shade of pale. Bill laughed at me, hugging me as he kissed my cheek. I pulled my clothes out of the suitcase, slipping my undergarments on under the hotel robe before stripping it off, and putting on my jeans and shirt. I packed everything away, including the garments under the bed with my shoes, and zipped it up. I looked at my hair in the mirror and cringed. I brushed it out, spritzing some frizz control spray to flatten it down and putting on a black knit hat. I turned, showing Bill my finished look. He applauded, smile on his face, and we stood out in the hall, waiting for everyone else to come out into the hallway. Tobi had efficiently roused everyone, and we all began to exit, single file, down the hall. Bill held my hand down the hallway, Tom leading the way of the small group. We took two elevators down, one with the band and one for Buick, Nick, and I. We rode in a semi-comfortable silence, Bee and I obviously not having much to say in front of Nick. There was a small ding inside the elevator before the doors slid open, and Bee and I braced ourselves for cameras and reporters. Instead, we had a clear hallway, everyone following the boys out the front. Nick ushered us out a service side door, next to the vans, so we could get inside the cars before the reporters came around. We ducked in the back, under a blanket, and we heard the boys and reporters coming around the front of the building. Tobi opened the doors, the boys easily sliding in and shuffling into their respective seats before Tobi shut the doors. He waved us on and joined the other crew in a separate van. Once we were clear, Gustav pulled the blanket off of Bee and I, and we did some illegal seat changes to get comfortable. I now sat next to Bill in the back with Georg, and Bee sat with Gustav in the middle seat. I leaned against Bill, his arm around my shoulders. The drive to the airport was quick and we were shuffled through one of the lesser used terminals, encountering a few fans but not too many. We walked straight to the plane from the gate and boarded in a few minutes flat. Less than thirty minutes later we were flying out of Frankfurt to Paris. Bee and I sat towards the back while the boys were getting lectures from Nick and Tobi on protocol. Buick pulled out a deck of cards and raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled and nodded, pulling out my trusty Mac.
“You’re so on. Play some…” Buick paused, trying to think of something to listen to while we played California Speed. It was a game we learned while on a cruise in the States one of our family trips. I jumped to play itunes, setting it on random and starting with Aerosmith. She laughed as ‘Dude Looks Like A Lady’ came on, finished shuffling and now splitting the deck in half. She handed me half the cards, and I counted to make sure it was 26. Of course it was, and we quickly began to play on the table in front of us. Sure, In the case of a crash we’d probably be the first dead thanks to this little luxury, but hey, it was fun. The basics of the game is this: both players flip down four cards, face up. Then you and your buddy try to cover any matching cards with your decks. Last one with cards loses. This game, between Bee and I, can get dangerous as we flipped the cards. My eyes were flashing left to right, covering a pair of twos and Aces before Buick saw them.
“Damn!” she shouted, as I had stuck her with a good pile of my deck within the first two draws. We flipped down four new cards each, and I jumped to cover all the Jacks that had been turned.
“Mine!” she said, and I protested.
“My card is so under that!” I shouted, showing the fact the my card was well under hers on top of the four.
“I think it goes to Mina,” said Tom, hand on his chin. Georg next to him nodded. I threw my hands in the air at my victory, and Buick sighed, shuffling up the deck.
“How do you guys move that fast?” Georg asked as Bill wrapped his arms around me in a victory hug.
“We’ve been playing for a while, and after a few times your eyes just get used to it as well as your reflexes,” I explained as I shuffled, being my turn after all. I split the deck down the middle, and Buick counted. The song had changed now, playing Break Away. The boys smiled, each of them playing air-instruments and singing along. We laughed, trying to concentrate on the cards in front of us. Bee won easily, Bill distracting me too much for me to stand a chance.
“Hey, I wanna try!” Tom said, sitting on the edge of my seat. I stood and worked my way out, and Georg took Bee’s spot, shuffling the cards. They split the deck, making sure it was an even 26. They flipped down the cards and began to play, much slower than Bee and I, but playing nonetheless.
“How long is the flight?” I asked, scrolling through the songs on my ipod, looking for the next song. The lucky winner was Technologic by Daft Punk.
“About 5 hours,” Georg said, laying down his last card and jumping around in a victory.
“Fuck you, cheater!” Tom shouted, picking up the cards and handing them to Gustav, who took Tom’s spot. They began to dominate the game, winner playing the next in line. Georg lasted until Bee, who lasted until I played, and I lasted a few rounds before Gustav overthrew me. Tobi watched and even played a round on the boys’ request.
“This is too fast for me,” he said finally, getting up from the table.
“Kinda like that girl who kissed Tom?” Georg laughed, recalling a fan that had gotten over the table and kissed Tom on the cheek before Tobi could get over. Tobi shook his head, wishing they’d let him forget that moment.
After two hours of straight playing, we finally got bored with California speed, falling back on just shuffling the cards pointlessly. Tom sat in a chair, the back reclined as far as it would go. Gustav fell asleep against the wall of the plane, Bee across from him. Their feet were in each others laps, how ever that works. Soon only Georg and I were the only ones awake, he was reading a book and I was reading while listening to my ipod. It was a techno playlist, and sooner than I thought I was bopping and tapping my toes to the beat, feeling the beats moving through my body. I felt a tap on my shoulder and issued a small squeak of fear, taking off one of my headphones.
“Sorry, I tried to call you without scaring you, but it looks like this was the only way,” Georg said. I laughed, pausing my music.
“What book were you reading?” I asked Georg, seeing it still in his hand. He looked and held it up.
“The biography of Red Hot Chili Peppers,” he said, tossing it aside. I smiled, nodding. “What about you? That looks like a serious book,” he asked. I flipped it over, the red cover surrounding a black and white picture of a war-ravished city.
“It’s a brief history of World War II,” I said, feeling like the worlds biggest nerd as I did. “It’s the one subject I can’t get enough of,” I added on top of my nerdy-ness. Georg laughed, deep and melodic. He sat across from me, just holding his book.
“Sorry about what I said before. All those things we said in front of you guys back in New York, we were mean,” he said. I knew it was coming eventually, the way the two boys were acting so nice since I spoke German.
“It’s fine, at the time I figured you’d say whatever you want since it was only for one night. I didn’t think it’d turn into all this,” I said, motioning to the plane. He nodded.
“To be honest with you, I didn’t think Bill would be this serious about some American girl at first, but there’s something different about you. It’s like, you’re not an obsessed fan, but you’re not completely oblivious to our history either,” he stopped, thinking. “You’re not going to go all Yoko Ono on us and make him stop touring to be with you right?” he said, a little panic in his voice. I laughed.
“I would never dream of that. If he ever brings up leaving the band for me, I’ll threaten to leave him, ok?” I joked. He laughed, nodding.
“I like you Mina. Don’t hurt Bill and I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt you,” he said, standing and giving me a hug before going back to his chair. I returned the hug, playing my music once more, and flipping my book back open. The rest of the ride was smooth and uneventful, the landing just as easy. We unloaded quickly into the next set of vans. It was a fairly quick drive to our hotel, and it was now well passed noon, with nothing to do. Buick and I were ushered around to the side entrance before the vans pulled up to the front, so we wouldn’t be as hounded as the boys. We were in the elevator and on our way up with Nick before the boys were inside, and shuffled to our hotel rooms.
“I’d get some rest, since you’ll have to be up early tomorrow to get ready for the EMA’s,” Nick said.
“How early?” I asked, curious. He smiled, which did not seem like a good thing.
“About 6 a.m.,” he said before shutting the door behind him. We sat on the bed closest to the door, tapping our heels against the side in complete silence.
“So, now what?” Buick asked me. I shrugged, playing with the ends of my hair as I laid back on the bed. The phone rang a few minutes later, scaring the both of us before Bee reached over to answer.
“Maid Service?” She answered. “No wait it’s- oops,” she laughed, hanging the phone up. I raised my eyebrows at her.
“What was that?” I asked as she fell over laughing silently.
“That was Bill. He hung up cause he really thought I was maid service,” she got out finally as the phone rang again.
“Hallo?” I said, deciding against playing the ‘Room Service’ card.
“Ah, did you have the maid in earlier?” Bill asked.
“We didn’t, that was Bee,” I said, giggling. He huffed.
“Oh. Oh! You guys are mean!” he shouted before laughing. “I wanted to tell you guys we can’t visit tonight, Tobi won’t let us out since one girl tried to follow us upstairs. She said she’d been attacked by you two back in Madgeburg,” Bill said as if it happened all the time. I snorted, then caught myself. Buick furrowed her brows and cocked her head, asking me what that was about.
“That girl that hit me followed us here!” I said, holding the phone to my shoulder.
“You know her?!” Bill shouted, and I froze.
“Er, well, she came up to us while we were shopping, and had a picture of you, Gustav, Bee and I together and asked if it was us. We said yes, she hit me and said you could do better and walked off,” I edited out where Buick threw a rock at her. The phone clattered, and I heard footsteps, followed by a door opening. I could hear it shut from our room-more along the lines of a slam- and Bill’s footsteps echoed down the hall. I hung up the phone and poked my head out the door, seeing him storming up the hallway to the elevators.
“What’s going on?” Buick asked. I shrugged.
“I have no idea,” I said quietly, going back inside. Buick followed close behind and I sat on the bed, Bee next to me.
“When are you going to tell him you leave in ten days? Well, Nine if you don’t count today,” she said. I shook my head, not wanting to think about it.
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