Solita premise: Tokio Hotel I apparengono (because if it did, believe me, I would not be here ^.-), the facts contained herein have no basis in reality (just as well with neither .-.), this paper I want to give a true representation of personality of the characters. Also I do not ù.ù
is nothing, except perhaps the loss of a few hours of philosophy at the time when I wrote MISUSE trinkets, and if you find someone who is willing to pay ... well, call the hospital maybe he ran some neuro-psychiatric patient ... .-.
Small notice: Here's the infamous "little sister" of suicides, although this is only fluff, or at least I think so. As for that "thing" that I posted previously, I do not feel responsible for any possible brain damage XD
"Good reading "
He turned to the mirror which gave him back his own nervous glance behind him as the door opened up. Tomi-
? -
The brother smiled at him and tried to return him sprawled the corners of his mouth without too many results.
-Rough? -
Bill came up to him smiling, completely at ease in the black tuxedo with black tie and silver motif of oblique bands.
It looked in the mirror looking at the image of whether that would never have believed to see: him, Tom Kaulitz, in black tuxedo waiting for the beginning of the ceremony of her marriage!
sighed, trying to broaden his shirt collar with a finger.
-Bill ... To Die For - The
moved away the dark fringe neatly ironed and put a hand on his shoulder.
-You will see, is far less terrible than you think ... -
Tom shook his head slightly, with his dreadlocks tied back in a high tail as usual, watching the wedding ring tattooed sull'anulare left of his brother.
Bill had met Elisa in Magdeburg Christmas break of six years earlier, when had moved into the house in front of them, to be achieved by its "Shore" the following year to study.
The sister, the bride's maid, came in smiling and greeted her husband and then turned to Tom, standing on tiptoe to give him a light pat on the shoulder.
-Rough? -
Tom nodded absently double-checking the tuxedo, fearing that he snatched a few seams.
Elisa gave him a pat on the side, rustling the many layers of tulle underskirt, a mirror to check that the locks were in order.
-I expected to find in a panic, you know -
After a last look in the mirror, Elisa greeted them to return to check the bride in fear that something might go wrong.
... and then still had to be dressed and made up. I also go
-I-Make-Bill smiled at the bride is my job, you'll see! -
Left alone again, Tom went to the chair by the window, where he had left his backpack. Black opened the zip and pulled out an album of photos from the red cover, on the first page was a dedication signed by Happy Birthday Elisa and Michela, turned the page, sitting in the chair.
The first photo, taken at the infamous birthday party, he withdrew the red and perhaps bitterly battle with each other spalmandosela pie in the face, on clothes, hair ... the doors of the cake was alone at night, smeared inside the pants ... from that birthday he no longer wanted to know about cream cakes.
beginning when he had known, after the scare took with Elisa, had seemed only a little girl with long hair flat and horribly red ... in his opinion, as Bill did not fail to point out to him at every opportunity.
Some pages later he could not help but chuckle looking at the pictures of the outputs in the group (with Saki always a few feet from them), the photos with faces the most diverse in the machines without those snapshots or other shots that ended when the victim of teasing Michael: the most common was taking off his hat (especially if it was the red one with blue embroidery worn for the poster of "Scream"), calcarselo good on the eyes and run away as fast as possible to avoid being taken. Turning the pages
yet his eyes fell on the picture of their first outing together, when he had seen could not believe it: the usual tomboy jeans and a sweater had turned into a pretty princess dress with a skirt knee in jeans, white boots, pink shirt with boat neck by a white border, a trace of makeup and a glittering brooch with beads to collect the hair.
more amazed than this one died and in fact was the only photo with a version of the girl as sweet as the next image holding Michael kissed him by the collar.
with a smile, always piercing, think back to the endless days spent together, acting almost like sweethearts averages or sampling the culinary experiments doubtful results, but never in bed.
When he realized that she had found something more, had decreed that he would not touched with a finger until they were ready for the big step, even when it was held, went to live with, they decided to share the bed with bronchitis and lightning of the girl who had never seen the reason as a necessity, but he almost scored a vital difference.
looked at his watch impatiently, feeling the anxiety through the roof, but luckily he came to distract his witness, Andreas.
-Here it is, what he wanted to marry in sixty years! -
-Andreas-
Hello-I just went to do his best wishes to the bride-so saying, he attracts the attention of Tom on -if you are really lucky friend, you know I competed ... - joked, earning a dirty look.
Tom, then smiled, I must remind you that two weeks be the father? - Laughed.
-Seriously, I did not think you would have never married Tom ...-
He nodded
- ... and the bride is a virgin - Tom looked really bad.
-six faiths you remember, right? -
The blond responded by nodding her head.
-and discourse? -
Others nodded-Quiet, your marriage will be perfect-assured him giving him a pat on the shoulder.
-I begin to feel the anxiety ... -
a conditioned reflex to thrust his hand into his pocket to tip cigarettes, but finding the empty pocket he remembered that he had just stopped and svaccò chair puffing.
He got to start walking along the wall with the air of a caged lion and Andreas arrived to the fourth cigarette when they knocked on the door which opened immediately to check Georg and Gustav, who came to encourage the groom.
Both, like Bill, were married, Alice, the wife of Gustav, she had given birth a few months and the wife of Georg was almost eight months pregnant. Please
-boys, from unbelievers evitatemi jokes: I predict all-embracing both exhaled the Rasta friends.
-Just now we passed also by the bride ... - Gustav-giggled ... and I can not tell which of you is as rough-
Tom felt his stomach contract only to hear her name and thought to that morning when just wake up, she had sulky smile after the last failed attempt to dissuade him: he had repeated several times that she was not as important as marriage would come to "physically" but he was a rock.
He tried to imagine the wedding dress, make-up, with her hair or even dissolved, with or without the fleece ... actually had no idea how it was, Bill had thought to make up and had drawn the ' dress, but he did not give even a general idea.
Georg looked at her watch-it's time to go, ready for Tom? -
sighed and followed her friends in the aisle and then go to wait at the altar, trying to distract began by noting the first pews. In the front row his mother smiled, sitting between the former and current husband, had just sat down beside Georg tenderly stroking the belly of his wife. A little 'beyond the mother of Gustav gave the bottle to his granddaughter, a blond bundle with the cheeks of the father and mother's eyes. ... And about the new lord Schäfer, Alice saw him go to a brisk pace.
-What's up? -
-Nothing tragic, it's coming, but he was so agitated that they had to take a break for not calling them the soul-explained in a low voice. Taking
torturing a cuticle on the thumb continued to scrutinize the banks present in the including David Church, Saki, the president of Universal and could be seen through the arch of the door to a flood of journalists intent to flash the car bomb that had just stopped in the churchyard. Looking Andreas grinned mimandogli a stop to twist your hands like a virgin on his first time "to which even replied. From the side door
Bill joined him in long strides and motioned him towards the door where the bride had just overlooking. Michael was wrapped in a suit by the thousand folds skirt, topped by a bust to the neckline breeches from which sprang the shoulders; perte cascade of silky red hair was entwined with a wreath with the treble clef and was sewn back on the train which the two young ladies, Alice and Elisa, held up a few yards away. Feedback from one altar, Tom could not help but recall with annoyance in-laws and the rest of the 'merry gang ", all opposed to the choices of the girl, the transfer to Germany to marry" a rock star leaping from bed to bed "... the last time I jumped on the bed he and Michael were" testing "in a war to cushion the estate of their new bed.
In the middle of the nave, however, incredulously saw her younger sister and paternal aunt smile, so the red, raised two or three layers of skirt, sent marched to the altar.
Upon arrival he took her hand.
... ..
. Just enter
took off his shoes, veil and train, overly cumbersome, and headed into the kitchen to open the fridge and drink so much iced tea. Tom, behind her, locked the door of their house, strange as this idea in a few hours had acquired new shades, and took off his jacket, tie, took his shirt from his trousers and undid the buttons then reached his wife in the kitchen and drank without a word bore half the bottle she was holding.
-Oh no, dear! If we start as early as the first night! - Joked she's trying to pinch abdominal dry.
Smiling, Tom put down the bottle and leaned over (to some) to kiss her lips with wet hands while the small and slowly tapering her dating back to tie behind his neck.
-mmm ... if I remember correctly, I promised that we would not have sex until the wedding day-
Michael laughed-I seem to remember it ... but before you are done packing for the honeymoon! - Said ; then detaching unexpectedly.
-love ... But! Were not you the one that put the bronchi to my infinite promise? -
-Well, then it's up to me and I promise that until it is all ready to go you will not even have a bacietto! -
smiled, and hit sunk by this little sweet revenge and acid.
END.
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