Sweet Child O'Mine
By: Taiyo_no_Drake
Fandom: Tokio Hotel (news! X3)
Characters: Tokio Hotel + original (the manager if necessary)
Rating: Green
The morning light filtered light from the window without tents furnished basement, but as light could be the light, she had always had an instinct for this, even when asleep. The window was hugging the ceiling and the light he had not touched in any way, but he opened his sleepy eyes, deciding that it was better to wake up. He turned calmly on the sofa bed's life going to surround him with one arm and closer to its back, he realized that once again he had slept in the fetal position, to keep your feet under the covers, otherwise it would hang over the edge of the mattress is too short for his six feet in height.
While she thought when waking up early or not, he turned in half-sleep by placing her head on his shoulder, clutching the side of her. It was nice to sit huddled in the heat, under the giant duvet Pippo, in the most tranquil silence. Perhaps, however, would wake him from the arms of Morpheus, not because they could sneak into his hotel room without being seen by others, but to go a bit 'of time to speak: he had arrived the night before at dinner, usually between the astonishment of his parents were surprised that every time, ate a pizza and snuggled under the blankets they had seen a movie before falling asleep in the middle. They had talked, had been an accomplice in silence until then and now wanted to know everything: how was the tour, as were others, as he was ...
She heard him move around a few times to find the comfortable position but then, puffing, he surrendered and opened the brown irises.
-What time is it? - Sleepy voice asked in German and hid her face against his neck to escape the light.
He threw his eye over the phone, it was only seven and a half of the first Saturday morning after the tour, then answered the 'time when I do a little' puppy to cuddle with my friend-
He rearranged for the umpteenth time against his neck while stroking the black hair and held him close gently with the other arm.
-Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without you ... - the boy purred under his touch, literally entranced by the light touch of that little hand. It was the only which seriously regretted tour, those moments of tranquility ... and more intimate with her.
Tom-Would you have forced to make even the best-friend laughed and relaxed.
-Mimi, because every time I proposed to come with us on tour I've always said no? We could spend more time together ... -
She shook her head, interrupting him-You know, Bill. I can not go around the world with you, I must first finish high school, or at least eighteen years ... -
-Your birthday is in two months! - reminded him
snorted and then get up and leave him in bed, alone and without cuddles, knowing that it would not take more than a few moments to get him back on his feet. And he knew very well that in two months would have come of age, and often wondered if it was good to meet and almost always no doubt about this, then he remembered that he did so for their friendship that she felt that way an excuse, but he feared that Bill followed the routine of daily commitments of a rock star would mandate that friendship to the winds, he was afraid the rest of the world, beware of "understanding" others: the fans, the paparazzi, the staff and, a bit ', the same band members.
In short, the case of fans who became the idol of his best friend would do a lot of silly gossip and rumors. Then, actually, had not yet understood the cause-effect chain, which had brought one of the most famous teen idols of the old continent in a small international library of out-of Hamburg in one of the most rainy days but that they had seen, she was there in exchange with the high school, a guest at the home of a blonde bitch and tasteless. Starting from Italy had dreamed of meeting you face to face with brown eyes which had paved the walls of the bedroom, but, as he held his mother, it was a seventeen year old crap that did not want to grow. The seventeen year old had been sheer luck, however.
He knew that following him on tour would have seen many other facets of Bill and inevitably the fear of discovering something that would destroy their friendship the choked.
... And I love it all for herself, even though it was only for those rare times when she could visit her.
Bill, barefoot and shirtless, approached her and embraced her-You are right, are the usual self-centered spoiled brat ... -
-Bill, stop-snorted again for the morning-You are not spoiled or selfish or something else ... I'd come on tour with you, but sometimes I can not help but think that the Bill posing for pictures, singing at concerts and so on. may not look like the Bill I know ... -
The boy clicked his tongue-Mimi, but how many other decisions applying this reasoning? No, because if you always do so, not even go to the bathroom to pee! -
For a long second stared at him puzzled, not knowing whether to laugh or pull his cheeks to death, then smiled-Ok Bill, we do a test. One week, the January 3, are you? -
- ... and the school that you do? - He frowned.
The girl put her hands on her hips Kaulitz-So, you want me or not? -
-Sure - the smile that gave her the sun shone most notice-Jaws when I and then I'll call you, you may need to come work with us with a completed .- broncetto.
Bill dressed in the clothes the night before, he tied his hair and walked to the door of the house, once the door cracked two big kisses on the cheek and then got on his smart black hello making them by hand.
