Salvation - FanFic

[Sidera]

This is my first fanfic, please read!

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Salvation
By S. Diederich


Part 1


"How do I feel? What do I say? F*ck you, it all goes away!"

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I'm Adrian, I'm 15 and live in small town America. I attend Kellman High School and am loving every minute of it (not), unfortunately I'm not the most popular in the school...

I swear my book bag weighed a hundred pounds and it was only the first week of school. I lugged my backpack over my shoulder and made for the door so I wouldn't be late for English... again.

"Hey Adrian!" somebody called for me, I turned and was the proud recipient of a basketball to the head. The blow sent me sprawling on the floor. Derrick walked over to retrieve his basketball,

"Watch yourself next time, Andria!" he laughed and gave a good 'nudge' with his foot as he left.

"F*cking *sshole..." I muttered when he was out of earshot. I stood up and picked up my things. The bell rang.

"Sh*t!" I barreled down the hallway, 105, 106, 107, I swung around using the rail for support and ran full speed up the steps to the second floor. 201, 202, 203, 204, 205! I practically jumped through the door,

"Yes!" I shouted, I wasn't late. I took my seat and realized that everyone was staring at me; a few were laughing.

"Very close Mr. Karson, one more tardy and it's a referral." Dr. Harper, the english teacher, said. He closed the classroom door and walked to the front to take attendance.
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"Hey Adrian, how was English?" Tré sat down beside me and began picking at his food. He never ate, I don't know why he even takes the time to get food. He is my best friend in the whole town because he is just like me, an outcast or sorts. His mom had thought it would be 'exotic' to spell his name with an 'é' instead of the 'ey' typical to the name Trey; as a result he was routinely ridiculed for his 'fagboy' name.

"Fine, I was almost late again..." I told him about first period and Derrick pummeling me with the basketball.

"I fricking hate him! I swear if he says one more f*cking thing about my name I'm gonna stab him!" Tré picked up his fork and stabbed the hard chicken paddy on his tray. He brushed his nose length black hair from his face and smiled over at me.

"But hey, look on the bright side. You only have one class with that *sshole this year. Coulda been worse..." he said. He pushed his tray back and laid his head on the table, "Come on, hurry up and eat so we can leave, I hate the lunchroom."
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The rest of the day had gone off without a hitch and was actually quite pleasant, the bus ride home put an end to that most ricky tick. I took my usual seat near the front of the bus and started to listen to my iPod when Derrick came up and sat down right beside me. He snatched my iPod out of my hands and looked at what I was listening to.

"Hypocrisy... that doesn't sound very Christian... tsk tsk Andria. Looks like I'm gonna have to take this!" he yanked it towards him, ripping my headphones off and nearly taking my head with it.

"What the f*ck Derrick!" I shouted, "Give me my iPod back or I'll-"

"You'll what?" he glared at me and put my iPod in his pocket. He sat down in the seat behind me. He leaned close to me ear.

"Go on, tell the bus driver, pussy. Go ahead." he pushed my head forward, "Do it." he pushed my head forward again. Of course I didn't complain to the bus driver. What would that have accomplished? Nothing. The bus pulled in front of my house and I got off as fast as my feet would carry me. When the bus started to pull away Derrick stuck his head out the window and yelled,

"Hey Andria! You forgot somethin'" he tossed my iPod out the bus window and it shattered on the ground below. He flipped me off and pulled his head back inside.

"F*cking jock *sshole!" I screamed it at the top of my lungs, my parents weren't home so I knew no one could hear me. I slammed my book bag into the ground and kicked it. In retrospect that may have been a mistake... my foot hurt the rest of the night.
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I only had to hear them once to know that I was a fan. The song was 'Rescue Me' came on the radio and to my surprise it was actually a really good song. I hummed the chorus of the song as I googled the song name.

"Tokio Hotel?" I clicked the link and spent the next several minutes sampling their music. I was hooked. I checked up on iTunes and downloaded several of their songs and was excited about getting to listen to them some more. My heart sank slightly when I remembered that Derrick had smashed my iPod earlier.

"Sh*t." I whispered... I clicked on 'Rescue Me' and listened to it again.
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I wasn't really paying attention in first period. I had printed out the lyrics to several German version Tokio Hotel songs and in an attempt to aid in lyrical memorization I was copying and re-copying the lyrics. Humming the tune softly as I wrote. I didn't notice Derrick come up beside me.

"Is that German? You a nazi now Andria? Nazi boy Andria!" I glared up at him,

"No I'm not a f*cking Nazi! Just because I'm writing in German doesn't make me a nazi!" I shouted. He was unfazed. He called some of his friends over to assist him in my torture. Kevin walked up on the other side of me and read what I'd written and started to mock me,

"Sprechen sie Dousche!" he said and started to laugh.

"It's pronounced Deutsch!" my voice was drowned out by their laughter. Zak stood in front of my desk and flipped through the pages of lyrics, constantly moving them from my reach whenever I grabbed for them. He came across a page with a picture of the band on it. He held it in front of the others.

"Yo, Andria is that a boy or girl?" he said in a mockingly serious tone.

"Looks like a chick to me... guess Andria's not gay after all!" Kevin laughed and high fived Derrick. I snatched the page from Zak.

"He's not a girl. His name is Bill Kaulitz!" I said. The three looked at me, and then at the picture on the page.

"Guess I was wrong," Kevin shouted, he snatched the page back and held it out for the rest of the class to see. The teacher, Mrs. Wyncaster, had left minutes earlier so any hope of relief was gone, "Hey! Check who Andria's fallen in faglove with! This girl/boy 'Bill'!" he shouted passing the page around. All the other guys in the class started laughing. I thought I might die. When the three of them were satisfied that they'd ruined my day Derrick took the page with the picture on it, crumbled it up and threw it in the trash. The bell rang.

"Catch you later fagboy!" he yelled, the others chanted his farewell as they left. My face was red from embarrassment and anger. I sat at my desk until everyone left...

To be continued...


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What do you think? Good, bad, okay?

[tokiohotel26]

i love it!


im about to kill someone!
*grabs softball bat*

some one had better hold me back!
*heads off in Derrick's direction*

ooooohhhh Derrick....

[Sidera]

i love it!


im about to kill someone!
*grabs softball bat*

some one had better hold me back!
*heads off in Derrick's direction*

ooooohhhh Derrick....
*hold tokiohotel26 back, but then lets go* have at it.

Thanks. I'm working on the next part as we speak, should have it up in a little while.

Derrick is your typical jackass jock.

[tokiohotel26]

i love it!


im about to kill someone!
*grabs softball bat*

some one had better hold me back!
*heads off in Derrick's direction*

ooooohhhh Derrick....
*hold tokiohotel26 back, but then lets go* have at it.

Thanks. I'm working on the next part as we speak, should have it up in a little while.

Derrick is your typical jackass jock.
ewww he sounds like my ex boyfriend

whoooo! next part!

*walks up to derrick and swings bat at his head*
those years in softball pay off :lol:
*walks away then looks back at derrick*
oops...did i do that? [insert innocent look and sarcasm here]

[Sidera]

Part 1 - Continued

I was kinda surprised it worked. I told my mother that I wasn't feeling good and thought I may have come down with the flu and she ate up every word. My reward: a day away from Derrick and the daily tortures he sees fit to pile upon me. As soon as she and my dad left for work I was up and about, I went down to the kitchen and ate some breakfast the headed back for my room. I feel kinda weird about saying it but I was completely obsessed with Tokio Hotel now. Their music was fantastic and...and everything about them was plainly and simply awesome! I spent a few hours watching Tokio Hotel videos on YouTube and a few of them had me rolling on the floor laughing; 'Bill and Jumbie' comes to mind right off the top of my head. I was scrolling through their official website when I saw something that made me almost fall out of my chair.

"Chattanooga!" Tokio Hotel was having a concert in Chattanooga, Tennessee. Where I lived was just a few hours away from there. My excitement, which was already nearly overflowing, exploded when I saw that the concert had just been announced (including a long list of other American cities for their new 'All-American Tour'); there was a chance I could get a ticket. I went to my bedside table and picked up my cellphone. I send a text to Tré, 'Hey, how u feel 'bout going 2 Chattanooga next month?' I waited patiently for his reply. 'y' he said. I texted back telling him nevermind, I'd call him later.
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When my parents got home I ran the idea by them. I decided to pull the 'Maturity and Trust' speech out of the bag and, to my surprise, it worked. They agreed to help pay for the ticket and said I could go as long as Tré and I stayed together and we came home as soon as the concert was over. I ran up stairs and checked online to see how much tickets were. Front row seats were $157.50 cents. My parents agreed to match whatever I saved to help pay for the tickets. I was giddy with excitement. I called Tré and told him what my parents had said, he told me his parents had said he could go as long as he got the money himself. Since Tré was working I wasn't worried about him not being able to come up with the money. I went to sleep happy that night...
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...and woke up dreading the day the next morning. My mother wasn't going to fall for the same ploy twice, she obviously knew I had been faking being sick the day before, not because she is particularly observant but because I was bouncing off the walls last night.

I waited at the door for a few minutes until I saw the bus round the corner and I walked to the end of my street. I got on and took my customary seat near the front. Much to my relief Derrick didn't torture me on the bus ride to school.
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Tré and I talked about our plans for the coming trip to Chattanooga at breakfast that morning. He wasn't all that excited about going to the concert because he wasn't a big fan of Tokio Hotel but he was still excited about being let loose from his parents for a few days; and I was happy he was allowed to come because he was the only one out of us two that had a driver's license.

"Trust me, it's going to be awesome. I can't believe Tokio Hotel is coming to Chattanooga! The concert is going to rock." I said. My head was slammed into Tré's shoulder, Derrick was laughing. I shoulda known he would show up eventually.

"Going to see our boy-love in Chattanooga are we? You going to to gayboy-Tré?" Kevin and Zak popped out of nowhere, seemingly just appearing out of then air when their lord and master 'Derrick' began his daily tortures.

"So what if we are?" I said. I rubbed my forehead from where it hit Tré's shoulder.

"I can't believe you didn't invite me!" he mocked, he shoved my head back into Tré, "Y'all have fun with the Hilter youth now!" he laughed. He motioned for Zak and Kevin to follow.

Tré slammed his fist on the table, "I hope he f*cking gets hit by a bus!' he picked up his book bag and stood up, "Later, man." he said and left the lunchroom with out another word.

First period was a trial of will and my ability to keep calm. Derrick and his friends made a constant attempt to get me angry with their nearly endless taunts and the fact that the teacher seemed not to notice or care.

"Hope you have fun in Chattanooga fagboy, I know I will." Derrick gave me a menacing smile which quickly changed to a look of sarcastic 'hurt', "Andria! I still can't believe you wouldn't invite me! We're friends aren't we?" he laughed. I looked at him and smiled back,

"No, Derrick, we're not friends. Now please, kindly go f*ck yourself." I felt my stomach tie up in a knot after I finished talking. He wasn't going to let that one slide by.

He stood up and walked in front of my desk. He took his hand and in one motion pushed everything off and tipped my desk over with me still in it.

"Oops. Sorry. Didn't see ya there fagboy." He picked up his stuff and left the classroom. The teacher just looked at me, then him and back to me.

"Adrian, get up and clean up the mess you made." she said...
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Two weeks later...

I'd finally managed to scrounge up 80 dollars. My parents kept true to their word and matched my 80. I had 160 dollars now and I immediately ran up stairs to order my ticket and reserve my spot at the concert. Tré had gotten his ticket already and was just waiting for me to get mine, I called him and told him I'd finally gotten it.

"Great man, another week and a half and we'll be heading for Chattanooga!"

"Yep, it's going to be great!" we hung up and I went to bed. I was looking forward to the concert more than anything, the only thing bothering me was the aching suspicion that Derrick wasn't kidding when he said he was going to follow me to Chattanooga just to ruin it for me.

"Wouldn't put it past him, f*cking sonofab*tch..." I muttered. I turned off my computer and laid down in my bed. I turned on my stero and fell asleep to 'Der Letzte Tag' coming through the speakers.

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More to come soon....

[tokiohotel26]

oh great! this is fxucking wonderful! u got me hooked to this story and now u have me thinking about how im gonna kill derrick! he better not follow them or he will be praying to god that he lives!

:mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

[BlondPunk]

~*NEW READER*~

Awww Poor dude :(
Mehr Bitte!

[luvukaulitztwins]

I LIKE IT

[Sidera]

Part 1 - Continued

"Ya know, what I don't get is how you can be a metalhead and still listen to a band like Tokio Hotel." Tré said while pulling his guitar from it's case. He strummed a few chords and slung the strap of his head. I looked at him for a second,

"Because they're actually really good. How can you be so good looking and still be so f*cked up in the head?" I asked. We both burst out laughing, he told me to go f*ck myself and we left it at that. He pulled a pick out of his pocket and began playing. I picked up my guitar and began to play beside him.

We just really starting to get into it, Tré was headbanging and growling out the lyrics to some song he had apparently just made up, when my mother stormed in and pulled the cords from out amps. The noise level reduced itself quite quickly.

"What the ****, Adrian? I come home and nearly have my ears blown off by you two!" she pointed at each of us in turn, "If you want play music or whatever you two were doing go to the basement ******!" she slammed the door, I could hear her talking to herself about 'teens' as she walked away.

"****, what crawled up your mom's *ss today?" Tré asked, he pulled the strap from across his shoulder and put his guitar home, "Come on dude, we'll just go to my house. My parents are gone for the day."

"'Kay." I put my guitar back in its case and followed out behind him.
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We made our way to Tré's house which was about ten minutes away, to pass the time we started talking about our plans for Chattanooga in the coming weeks. The wind started to pick up a little and Tré was constantly moving his hair from in front of his face. He stopped and snapped his fingers,

"Sh*t, I forgot to tell you, we'll be leaving two days early."

"Why?"

"My mom doesn't like the idea of us sleeping in the car so she has called and reserved us a room at the Marriott down in Chatty and I want to actually get to use the hotels many services instead of just sleeping there... so we're leaving early."

"Fine by me. I don't care how long we're there as long as we're there." I said.
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My mom was kinda heated when I got home because I didn't show up until 11:30 and my curfew was 11. My bad. She was more mad at my dad than me though so I got off pretty easy. I went up to my room and went to bed.
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Tré didn't show up at school today and that sucks. I was going to have to deal with Derrick and his band of dumb*sses today by my lonesome. Breakfast passed without much problem, the bell rang and it was off to first period.

Derrick was there to greet me, he stuck his foot out as I walked in and I involuntarily became acquainted with the floor.

"Sorry, didn't see you there. You should be more careful Andria." he and his 'posse' apparently had a contest to see who could make me feel worse soonest because he, Zak, and Kevin didn't let up the entire class period. I was coming very close to my breaking point. Kevin came up and sat in front of my desk.

"Fagboy, fagboy, fagboy, fagboy..." he repeated the same word over and over and over again. Coming closer with each repetition. He was right next to my face,

"Come on fagboy, do something. C'mon Andria!" he started laughing. My grip tightened on my book.

"Leave me alone Kevin." I said, he sat back down in the chair he had drug in front of my desk.

"No." he said. I broke, I swung my text book at his face. There was solid 'thump' and he was sent sprawling to the floor. Blood was pouring from his mouth. He sat up and was holding his nose, he had a look of pure fury in his eyes. My resolve faltered and before Zak or Derrick could react I picked up my things and left the classroom. I was stopped the SRO officer and escorted to the office.
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"You broke his nose, and knocked two of his teeth loose Mr. Karson." I nodded to Mr. Henderson that I knew exactly what I'd done. The principal gave me a look of concern. He got up, closed the door, and sat down beside me.

"Adrian, I know those boys make life **** for you here but you can't do this. You could have seriously injured that young man-"

"He deserved it!" I pleaded with the principal to understand.

"Even so, if he had done something to deserve such severe retribution you should have come to me. I know what you go through and I would love to let you off because you are normally a good child. I wish you have thrown a punch, that would have been easier, but you nearly broke his neck with a ten pound text book. I'm afraid I'm going to have to suspend you for the next three days. I'll see you Friday Mr. Karson." he called my parents and my mother was at the door to pick me up twenty minutes later.

She was livid, she practically drug me out of the building like a child. She slammed the car door behind me and went to the drivers side.

"Don't even start Adrian, I know those boys are terrible and that you don't like them and they don't like you, but geez, you could have hurt that Kevin kid really badly."

"But mom, they-"

"C'mon Adrian, suck it up, be a man. You're not a baby anymore. F*ck. Grow up." she put the car in reverse and backed out of the school parking lot.

"Maybe you should tell them that," I muttered. I laid my head against the window and slept until we got home.
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To be continued....

[Sidera]

Small nudge to the top for readers :D

[tokiohotel26]

that must suck...
hope he doesnt get grounded from the cooncert

i wish u broke derricks nose instead...that woulda been ....UBERMAZING!!!! :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

[Sidera]

Sorry about the delay, I've been busy and haven't had time to post. Add that to the fact that I had to rewrite several parts of the story because my computer crashed and you've got yourself a several day long 'delay'. Bet you thought the story had died didn't ya? Oh ye of little faith.


Part 1 - Continued

"Surprisingly enough my dad got me off... he told her it's about time I started to defend myself..." Tré laughed, I pulled the phone back to my ear and turned the speaker off.

"What's so funny?"

"Hahaha...sorry, this shouldn't be funny and I'm not really laughing about it... I actually feel really bad for you right now because Derrick is going to destroy you now. You broke his cousins nose. You might as well have a few casts put on..." Tré stopped talking, I could her him breathing... in the background I heard his mother yelling. Probably at his sister Rebecca.

"What the f*ck? How is that even remotely funny..." I asked; by now worried myself. According to world consensus having your bones broken hurt like a b*tch.

"I told you, I wasn't laughing at you. I just find the whole situation ironic... If I were you I'd make myself invisible come Friday. But hey, look on the brightside we'll be leaving next Friday, so it's not all bad. One more week dude."

"I know... I can't wait." Tré said he had to go and hung up before I could say goodbye.

"Prick..." I turned off my cellphone and went to my computer to check my emails.
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(SKIPPING AHEAD A WEEK...)
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I pushed the ice pack against my head, d*mn, after four days the knot on my head still hurt. Tré sat down on the drives side and handed me a bottle of little orange pills.

"Their pain killers, my mom told me to give to you. Take one every four hours and you won't feel a thing." I looked up at him,

"Does your mom know giving me this is against the law...."

"Fine give them back," I made no move to do this and he considered the matter settled, "then shut up and enjoy a painless ride to Chattanooga." he closed the door and started the car. We pulled out onto the street and away we went. A several hours of mind numbingly boring stretches of highway were ahead us.

"Coulda been worse." Tré said.

"What are you talking about now?" I glanced back at him, I was hoping he didn't plan on talking the whole way there, my head was killing me.

"Derrick. It coulda been worse, I've seen people get put in the hospital by him... he just whacked you over the head with a pipe and kicked you a few times. You got off easy compared to some."

"I beg to differ..." I pointed at the large lump at the back of my head where the pipe had hit me, "believe it or not that sh*t hurts." I leaned back in my seat and decided to try to get some sleep.

"I guess Derrick thought Kevin had it coming..." I grunted letting him know that I'd heard him but wasn't really in the mood to talk anymore. He turned on the radio and flipped through the stations he eventually got irritated by the lack of 'good' music and turned it off.

"It's going to be a long drive." he muttered.
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(SKIPPING TO CHATTANOOGA... because I really don't know how to get there in real life :lol: )
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It was getting dark when we finally pulled into the underground garage of the Marriott. We should have gotten there two hours earlier but Mr. GPS driving the car got turned around and took the wrong exit. So we'd been driving around Chattanooga all day looking for the f*cking hotel.

"Finally... I thought you lost us again." I said in a very overtly sarcastic tone. I was irritated, my head hurt and I just wanted to get some sleep. We pulled in beside a large bus, I got out and looked up at it. I was surprised it fit down here, by itself it took up two parking spots.

"Tré, maybe we shouldn't park here..." I said, I opened the back door to the car and grabbed my bags.

"Dude, just leave your stuff in the car, we can get it tomorrow."

"Dude, no. I'm taking a shower when we get up there and I need my clothes." I slammed the car door shut and went back and stood beside him.

"Seriously though, I don't think you should park there."

"Why, it's a public parking garage. I'll park where I want." he answered in a way that told me quite clearly he wasn't moving the car. We started to walk to the elevator.

"Who were all those people out in front of the hotel?" he asked.

"Probably people here to see the concert like us..." I answered, we entered the elevator and went to the lobby.
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I walked around the corner to the elevators and waited for Tré to get our room key from the receptionist. He came around and told me to go ahead and head up to the sixth floor because the receptionist was being an insufferable b*tch and insisted on checking up on every little detail. So it may be a few minutes.

"All right," he walked away and I hit the up button on the elevator. I stood for a few seconds before a 'ding' and the metallic sound of sliding doors allow me access to the room within (Sorry about the description, I'm not a fan of elevators.). I hit the '6' button and waited patiently for the doors to shut, it took me several seconds to realized that one of my bags was blocking the door. I stepped forward to move it, I heard a 'scream', more like a squeal, and looked up. I recognized the hair immediately and I just stood there in a bemused state. I stared at him and at the bodyguards holding the screaming mob back at the doors. I stood there with my mouth agape before I saw that he and the others were walking towards me. I heard an almost whimpering sound escape my lips and I quickly pulled the bag back so that the doors would close. He saw what I did and started to run towards me,

"Halten Sie den Lift!" he shouted. The doors started to slide shut. He got to the elevator just as the doors slammed shut.

"Verdammt! Ich weiß, dass er gehört mir!" even though his voice was muffled I could tell he was irritated. The elevator started to make its ascent.

I slid to the floor... 'No way... no f*cking way' I thought. I sat there for a minute watching the numbers at the top change color.

L - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - ...

"Sorry Bill..." I said. The elevator doors opened, I picked up my stuff and made my way to room 617.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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(SORRY IF THE GERMAN ISN'T RIGHT. IT'S BEEN A WHILE AND I'M A BIT RUSTY.)

[Sidera]

Bump to top for readers.

[Sidera]

Part 1 - Continued

"Yeah their on the floor right above us. I'm surprised you didn't pass out like most of the girls in the lobby when he came in." Tré was still laughing about my reaction to seeing Bill. I didn't think it was funny.

"If he recognizes me he's going to be ****** and asked why I didn't hold the elevator..." I was in a depressed state, I didn't want Bill to hate me, d*mn it!

"He won't hate you, I don't know if this will make you feel better, but he probably won't even recognize you." Tré took a bite out of the sandwich he'd been holding for the past few minutes, "Ya sure you don' want me to make you one?"

"Yeah, I rolled over on the bed and went to sleep." Tré turned on 'LiquidMetal' on XM radio and we both fell asleep to a song filled with room shaking double bass.
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The next moring:

"Its perception giving an overruling mentality of authority and supremacy!" Tré was headbanging to the music, he had his guitar out and was playing along with the music pouring from the television. I stood up, my knees shaking from the bass, I stood beside him and started to sing the lyrics along side him,

"As the essence of man slowly converts to nonexistance
A low hum carves into the kindred nations from the sound of forewarning trumpets!" the guitar solo came in we both started headbanging. He stopped the music, someone was at the door banging away furiously. Tré walked over an answered. I went back to the bed and pulled on a shirt.

"COULD YOU MUSIC BE ANY LOUDER! IT'S TEN IN THE MORNING!" it was the man from the room across the hall.

"Sorry man." Tré closed the door in his face before he could say anything else. He went to the bathroom; five minutes later he came out showered and dressed. He looked at me, at my dirty shirt and my torn pants.

"Dude, your not leaving the room like that. Theres like a million chicks downstairs and I won't be seen in the company of a slob." he smirked at me, indicating that he looked clean and 'attractive' and I looked like I'd just crawled out of a pit somewhere.

"You can go f*ck yourself, you look like someone who's about to shoot up the place."

(Note: Here is a pic of Tré, in case you were wondering)
http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn85/LRIA/th_goth460.jpg (http://i302.photobucket.com/albums/nn85/LRIA/goth460.jpg)

"Funny...," he opened the door, "seriously though, change and meet me in the café downstairs."

"Yeah..." I rummaged through my clothes trying to find something to wear that looked halfway decent, "My head feels loads better by the way, but thanks for asking!" I called after him. He raised his hand over his head and gave me the finger.

"*sshole." I laughed. I closed the door behind him and changed.
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(Thats a short one, I'll post some more later.)
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[Sidera]

Please read me story. I need comments (criticism or otherwise) like a fat kid needs cake!

[Sidera]

Come on, my story can't be that bad... :(

[steevie!]

I love ^-^
Please continue!

[Sidera]

I love ^-^
Please continue!

Danke Schön! I should have the next part up in a little while.

[steevie!]

yay ^-^

-dances-

[Sidera]

Part 1 - Continued

"There are you happy?" I asked Tré walking up behind him and showing him my new attire.

"Yes, you look better, but not as good as me." he chuckled.

"You're an *ss," I said. We stood by the elevators watching the crowd of girls, and the occasional boy, jostling around the lobby waiting for Bill and the rest of the band to come down from the seventh floor to meet their Tennessean fans. I didn't fully realize where I was standing until it was too late.

"Hallo. Es freut mich, Sie kennen zu lernen." I turned around and was staring into the face of Bill Kaulitz. I stuttered stupidly for a few seconds probably appearing like a fish out of water if anything. He extended his hand apparently offering it to me. I turned away from him and ran into the crowd, Tré followed me.

"Hey, I speak English to you know!" Bill called after me in his heavily accented voice before giving up and moving on to more welcoming fans. Tré ran behind me yelling for me to stop, when he finally caught up he he grabbed arm,

"Dude, what'd you run off for?" Tré asked, I didn't answer; just kept running through the crowd until I was outside and breathing fresh air. Tré grabbed my shoulder and spun me around towards him.

"Hey, Adrian, earth to Adrian. Why the f*ck did you run off? Hva er galt med deg?" he asked the last question our mother tongue. The language of our fathers.

"Ingen ting, ingen ting. Now stop with the Norsk, we're not in Norway anymore. We're in America and I was just surprised because Bill seems to have a bad habit of popping up behind people." I felt bad for biting his head off about speaking in Norwegian but I'd thought we'd settled this years ago, I'd thought we'd agreed to stop speaking that language and forget that part of our childhood.

"Sorry. I was just trying to make you feel better, you totally freaked and ran from the room. He just said it was nice to meet you." Tré half laughed, he smiled at me. I didn't smile back.

"I know what he said. D*mn it. I have to go apologize for just running off like that." I went back through the doors. Tré ran up behind me,

"I'm willing to bet he's already forgotten in face of all the 'normal' fans who don't freak out and run away when he says hello."

"You know Tré, you just don' know when to shut up do you?" I said sarcastically.

"No. I don't." he matched my tone and even imitated my facial expression. I looked ******; I would have to fix that before I ran into Bill again. I didn't take long to find him, I just walked to where the shrieks and squeals were loudest and Bill was easily locatable from there.

"Bill! Bill!" I shouted, he wasn't far away and when he turned (unlike Tré had thought) he did recognize me.

"Ja?" he asked, the bodyguards around him were fighting a losing battle keeping the horde of fans from eveloping us both.

"Ich möchte entschuldigen uns für den Betrieb ausgeschaltet so." I said. I was immediately worried when a weird grin passed over his face.

"You know, I think you should stick to English my friend," he said in an accented voice. It wasn't as bad as what I'd heard on the internet from a year ago.

"Why? Did I say something wrong?" I asked.

"Ja, you did, but I understand what you were trying to say. Apology accepted. I'm sorry for sneaking up on you like that, Tomas made me do it." he smiled. I could barely hear was he was saying over the screams and had to read his lips in order to catch the last part.

"Come with me." he said, he reached out and grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the crowd. I looked back at Tré, Bill noticed and told him to come too.

... I thought I might die.
-----
Bill, along with Tom, Gustav, and Georg walked with us to the large bus we had seen in the garage last night. I was now idling in the front parking lot. The doors opened and Bill motioned for me and Tré to get in. I got lightheaded for a second. Surely this was a dream. I almost fell over but Tré caught me and helped me up.

"What is wrong with you friend?" Bill asked worried, coming over to stand by me, he stared at me intently. Tré was considerable less freaked out by Bill's presence simply because he didn't idolize him; which to me was sort of a rip off in a weird way.

"I don't know, I think it's you..." I could barely hear Tré speaking now, I hope he wasn't making me look bad. I'd hate for Bill to think I'm weird...

I woke up sitting at the table in the tour bus, we were moving. Bill was sitting in front of me eating a snickers bar.

"We're on our way to the concert hall." he said.

-----

TO BE CONTINUED...


*******I used a translator for the German. Bill is supposed to say 'Hello, it's nice to meet you.', but if it is wrong just let me know and I'll fix it. Danke Schön.

[steevie!]

oh snap.
Bill is so nice ^-^


Continue!

[Sidera]

Part 1 - Continued

I stood by the stage while the band went on with their sound check. Bills voice echoed throughout the concert hall, I murmered the lyrics singing along with him. Tré had gone off somewhere to get something to drink. He'd been gone a while but I wasn't really worried.

Sound check ended; Gustav, Tom, and Georg walked off the stage, saying hello to me as the passed. They walked behind the stage and out of view. Bill was the last to come down, he walked beside me and put his arm around my shoulder. He looked over at me,

"You know, there is no reason for you to be intimidated by me Adrian. I'm just a regular guy like you." he said, I had a stupid grin on my face and I was mentally destroying myself for it.

"Yeah, but..." he stopped and stood in front of me. He looked slightly angry now.

"But what? Do you think that just because people enjoy our music and make a big fuss about me whenever I come around... do you think that makes me any different from you, or your friend or anyone else on this earth?" he said, I didn't answer, he stood there for a second before smiling and standing back beside me.

"Sorry, I just hate it when people put me on a pedestal and worship the ground I walk on. It makes me uncomfortable. Always remember Adrian, it's all bullsh*t, every bit of it's just one big lie we delude ourselves into believing. I've just learned to manipulate circumstances and make life better for myself and for my brother." he took his arm from around me and walked off. I watched him walk away. I was a little confused, I'd have never thought Bill would speak in such a way... especially to someone he barely knew.

I ran to catch up with him. I saw him walk through a side door far behind the stage, 'd*mn he can walk fast' I thought. I jogged towards the door, when I got close I could hear the sounds of guitar and music coming from behind the door. I pushed it open and there they were, Tom and Tré playing guitar. Bill was sitting on a couch laughing drinking a coke,

"Come on Tom! Keep up!" he shouted. Tom told him to shut up, he was concentrating. Tré and Tom's fingers were moving so fast over the guitar they were blurs. Georg was in front of them playing a low bass line keeping the rhythm to the whole thing. Gustav was sitting beside Bill apparently content to watch the competition between the two guitarists. Tom drug his fingers up the neck of the guitar making a whining sound before diving into a fast, high note solo. His fingers bounced from one side to the other. Tré tried to keep up but his fingers slipped and he lost.

"Haha! Good job both of you," Bill said he stood up and patted his brother on the back, "you were good to Tré, you are an amazing guitarist."

"Hey Adrian." Tré said, everyone looked over at me.

"Welcome Adrian, come on, don't be such a stiff. Enjoy the party before the show; because remember: it's all bullsh*t!" Bill said. He and everyone but me started laughing. I chuckled nervously. Did I miss something here?

[steevie!]

ha,
Bill is so hardcore >.<


Go Tom!
whoopwhoop :mrgreen:

[Sidera]

The party lasted several hours before one of the bands managers came in and told them it was time to get ready for the show. Bill walked over an turned off the music. I was sitting on the couch, now considerably more relaxed; I looked around... the room was trashed. I laughed a little to myself.

"Ok Brauni. Sorry guys, we have to get ready. Why don't you guys go ahead and get your seats. You can watch us rehearse a little bit more before the rest of the crowd pours in." Bill said. Tré nodded and motioned for me to follow him. When the door closed he started to laugh.

"That was great wasn't it? I almost had him." he laughed. I walked up beside him,

"Yeah it was," I offered half-heartily, my mind was elsewhere. I was thinking Bill, how I would catch him staring at me and when I looked at him he would look away like nothing had happened. I didn't know what to make of it.

"C'mon, hurry up so we can get to our seats before they start playing!" Tré shouted. I ran behind him,

"Okay, okay, I'm hurrying. Let's go!"
-----
Later that evening,

The show went off without a hitch, everything was perfect. Bill and the band sounded great and the fans nearly screamed themselves to death.

"Veilen Dank!" Bill shouted as the show ended. He took off his gloves and through them to the crowd. Tom through out his hat and they all bowed and walked off stage.

It took hours, or at least it felt like hours, for the concert hall to empty and for me and Tré to be able to get back towards the backstage area. I rounded corner and Bill jumped out at me,

"Boo!" he shouted. I nearly sh*t my pants, I screamed and fell to the floor. Tré doubled over with laughter. Bill, Tom and Georg all stood over me, staring.

"You okay?" Bill said, clearly struggling to hold back laughter.

"You're an *ss, Bill." I said. Tom offered his hand to me,

"He is isn't he? He refuses to see it." he said. Tom pulled me up; he and Georg helped me back to the band room. Tré and Bill stood behind laughing. They had apparently been planning this.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked before we'd gotten to far. Bill shrugged,

"Just a few minutes, I had to go change first. I smelled terrible, it's hot as **** here in the states."

"Yeah, it is." I said, I turned back towards Tom and Georg and started walking.

"Hey Adrian!" Tré shouted. I looked back at them.

"Boo!" Bill and Tré shouted in unison before falling to the floor laughing. I flipped them both off, but I did it with a smile on my face.

Tom pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket and lit one up. He offered it to me,

"Do you smoke?" he asked.

"No." I said, nudging it away.

"Good, it's a terrible habit," he said. It amazed me how childish and down to earth they could be one moment, and deadly serious the next.

Georg reached around me and patted Tom on the back,

"But its' a terrible habit you'd die without isn't it!" he chuckled.

"Yep, quite unfortunate wouldn't you say?" he took a long pull from it and through it to the ground.

"Not unfortunate," Bill said running up behind us, "losing a lung because of it would be unfortunate." we all walked back to the band room to pick up where we left off.
-----

TO BE CONTINUED...

[steevie!]

Cheese,
I love this story.

Please continue ^-^
It's amazing :mrgreen:

[Sidera]

Cheese,
I love this story.

Please continue ^-^
It's amazing :mrgreen:

Cheese? I'll just assume that's a compliment. :D

Next part coming soon.

[steevie!]

lol,
sorry,
That's kinda like how I say holy crap
and what not >.<

[Sidera]

Part 2 - Beginning

In retrospect, maybe the after party hadn't been a very good idea. Sure it was fun when we first started but by midnight Tom had run off somewhere with two girls, Tré was god knows where with Georg and Gustav and me and Bill were just sitting there in the room by ourselves. Not talking, just sitting there looking at each other. Maybe we were both in deep thought concerning the other individual. More likely though was that we were too wasted to speak properly. Bill gaze seemed to become more intense, almost to the point where I was getting a little uncomfortable. He picked up his glass and threw it against the wall sending shattered fragments everywhere. I flinched violently spilling my drink all over myself and the couch. Bill screamed; stood up and walked in front of me, leaning so close our noses were touching. He tilted his head and looked into my blue eyes.

"Humph." he grunted. He turned out the light and walked out of the room. I sat there in the dark. Alone.
-----
I told Tom and Tré about what happened the night before. Tom smiled weakly at me.

"You probably shouldn't have sat there with him. Bill can be... a little violent when he isn't sober. He'd never hurt you," he added quickly seeing the look on my face, "he'll just try to scare you a bit, which he obviously did."

"He threw a f*cking glass as my head!" I shouted.

"I what?" Bill said, rounding the corner. He looked from me to Tom, to Tré. He saw the frightened look on my face and put 2 and 2 together.

"Sh*t. Not again." he sighed. He walked back the way he came. I didn't see him the rest to the day.
-----
I didn't see him again until that night when we were back on the tour bus heading back to the Marriott where they were going to drop us off before heading to Oak Ridge farther up north.

"I'm sorry about what happened." Bill said, spinning his spoon around in his bowl of soup.

"I know, Tom explained it to me."

"Doesn't matter what Tomas said, it's my fault. I know what happens if I drink to much, I should have known better. **** it, I'm not a child anymore!" he shoved his bowl away and laid his head on the table. I put my hand on his.

"I'm serious Bill, it's okay. Tom explained everything and I understand. I forgive you." Bill looked up at me, his brown eyes fully connecting to my blue. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Something happened in me just then. I felt different about him now.

"Thank you." he whispered. He got up and walked to the back of the bus. He closed the door quietly behind him. I sat there by myself for several minutes feeling awkward inside.

Tom came up from the front of the bus and sat down beside me. He looked very, very p*ssed off.

"The venue we're supposed to be playing at in Oak Ridge has canceled us. We going to have to stay here for the next four days before we'll be able to go to Richmond. F*ck, Bill is going to be absolutely thrilled." he said, he started to get up but I grabbed his arm.

"Bill isn't feeling well, tell him later." I said quietly. Toms anger dissipated somewhat,

"Oh... alright. I'll just tell him when he comes out then. Anyway, the real reason I came back here is to let you know that I've called the hotel and had your and Tré's things moved to a room on the 7th floor with us. We've got the whole floor to ourselves so I thought it would be nice if you guys could hang with us tonight." he said, smiling at me.

"That sounds great." I said. I wasn't really paying attention anymore. My thoughts were back on Bill, and Bill alone.
-----

TO BE CONTINUED...

(sorry if this is getting a bit redundent or something but I'm working up towards something bigger 'plot' wise so...yeah.)

[Sidera]

lol,
sorry,
That's kinda like how I say holy crap
and what not >.<

Oh, okay. :mrgreen:

[steevie!]

Yeah ^-^


Cheese,
You're an amazing writer,
I'm totally stolen into your story.

[Sidera]

Yeah ^-^


Cheese,
You're an amazing writer,
I'm totally stolen into your story.

DANKE SCHÖN! :D


Part 2 - Continued

Bill was the last one to arrive on the seventh floor. By the time he'd finally gotten to the room I and the rest of us had already settled in and were listening to music and talking. Tré and Geog were completely absorbed in a very loud, very violent battle at the foosball table. Me and Gustav were sitting on the couch watching music videos on MTV with Gustav frequently pausing the t.v. to give a grueling critic on how American rap was worthless trash. I couldn't help but agree. Because American rap music, is in fact, utter sh*t.

Bill walked in so quietly that it took us several minutes to realize he'd even came in. He sat down next to me and watched T.V. with us for a while. When the next video started he tapped my shoulder and pointed towards the balcony outside. I took the hint. Bill closed the door behind us and we both stood there on the balcony togother, cold wind blowing Bills hair around didn't make him look ridiculous like it would a normal person, if anything it made him look majestic. He was the most beautiful person I"d ever seen. As soon as I realized I thought Bill was beautiful, coupled with the fact that he was man... and so was I; I became very nervous indeed. I hoped whatever he was planning on saying to me would be brief.

"I just want to apologize again Adrian," he said quietly, looking down at his feet.

"Bill, it's okay." I started to say something else but he cut me off,

"But that's not what I wanted to ask you. I know school here in America ends next Tuesday and I was wondering if, as a way to make it up to you,...if you'd like to come with me and the band to tour the states this summer?" My jaw dropped and my nervousness disappeared.

"Oh my god, of course Bill, I'd love too!" I tried to hold down my voice as much as possible, but I was as giddy as a fan girl right then. Bill smiled, I hadn't seen him that happy in a while.

"Gut! I'll tell the others, glad to have you on board!" he said, he walked up and gave me a quick hug. My nervousness returned in full force and almost tried to pull away from him... I hugged him back as much as I dared. We both walked back in, Bill let everyone in on the good news, Tré was ecstatic so were the others. Bill started to talk to Tom in German, he looked over at me,

"We're just trying to figure out where we'll be able to purchase a bigger bus around here? Think you could help?" he asked. I gave him a list of a few websites he could visit and he thanked me. I walked over to Tré and drug him by his arm to one of the bedrooms. I closed and locked the door. He stood there looking at me like I'd lost my mind.

"What's up?" he asked, slightly concerned, but not really.

"Tré..." I ran my hand through my hair, I was breathing hard and felt like I was about to pass out, "Tré..." I repeated,

"Yeah, that's my name..." he said.

I stopped and looked at him, I had to say it, "Tré, I think I'm in love with Bill." there I said it. Tré's facial expression changed to one of confusion.

"Dude, is this your wierd way of coming out of the closet or something?" he said with a weird tone to his voice like he thought maybe I was joking, "I mean what the f*ck... you want to......with Bill...." I knew exactly what he meant now and I skipped right over nervousness and embarassment to anger.

"No Tré! I don't want to f*ck Bill, why is that the first thing comes into your mind, to think that I can't have feelings for another guy and not want to...to do that! What the f*ck! I'm not gay, I'm just saying that right now I'm a bit confused...I think...I think...I- f*ck it. You don't understand." I whispered angerly. I knew it was a mistake to tell him, I should have just locked my feelings away and went about life like nothing had happened. I walked out of the room and took a large beer out of the fridge. I chugged the whole thing down and went to my room to sleep.

Tré came out of the room we were in... Bill walkec up beside him,

"What's wrong?" he asked, Tré wasn't paying attention, he watched me leave until the door swung shut behind me.

"Huh? Oh, he said he's not feeling well all of sudden. Thinks it might be something he ate. He told me to tell you guys not to worry about 'em. C'mon don't worry." He went back to the foosball table and started up another game with Geog. Bill sat down at the couch with Gustav and the continued their search for a bigger bus to accommodate two more people.

Tré's phone rang, he told Georg to wait a minute.

"Yeah mom, m'hmm, m'hmm. Yeah. YES! See you in a few monthes! Love ya!" he turned off his phone. And laughed.

"They said yes, it official guys, me and Adrian are going to be with you guys for the rest of the summer!"

Though outwardly he was a very happy kid, on the inside Tré was worried about me... he didn't fully comprehend what I'd just told him and he chose to ignore it... it was his turn to be confused.
-----

TO BE CONTINUED....





(have I gone too far.... :oops: )

[steevie!]

Holy Cheese!
I'm like,
addicted!

continue!

[Sidera]

Holy Cheese!
I'm like,
addicted!

continue!

Phew...I thought for sure you would have dropped it after reading that. I don't know if exploring the sexuality of the characters is a big theme in many FF's (vampirism clearly is)... glad you like it. :D

PG-13 o'course I know. And I'm in no way insinuating that Bill is gay. 'Cause he's not. (as far as I know, at least that's what he's said.)

[steevie!]

No,
I love your story,
it's amazing.
I don't care about that stuff,
a good story
is a good story ^-^


bleh,
the vampirism gets old .-.
It's 'cause of those twilight books >.<

[Sidera]

No,
I love your story,
it's amazing.
I don't care about that stuff,
a good story
is a good story ^-^


bleh,
the vampirism gets old .-.
It's 'cause of those twilight books >.<

So I've heard. Still, glad you like it. The next part is being written as we speak. Should be up in a little bit.

(Thank you keyboarding class and being able to type 146 words a minute :D )

[steevie!]

Yay!


Haha,
nice >.<

[Sidera]

Part 2 - Continued

I sat there playing my guitar quietly, I was feeling quite depressed all of a sudden. I knew in my heart that I had nothing to be ashamed of but the way Tré reacted seemed so...wrong. I wasn't expecting that from him. I heard a knock on the door, it was Tré.

"Yeah,"

"Aerials, in the sky
When you lose small mind
You free your life
Aerials, so up high
When you free your eyes eternal prize." he sung quietly sitting down beside me. He recognized the song I was playing.

"That's a good choice of song, though it's tone makes your mood a bit obvious Adrian." he said.

"Ya think," I attempted a sarcastic tone but it died in my throat. I felt like sh*t and I hope Tré wasn't here to add to it.

"I understand how you feel now... I think. Sure I think it is a little strange.... you need to tell Bill how you fee-"

"NO!" I shouted. I threw my guitar to the floor and walked to the door, "not a word. Never! If you value our friendship you will promise me you won't say a thing!" My voice was angry but I was dieing on the inside. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him on the tour bus when I first realized how I felt... I wanted to tell him when we were standing on the balcony when I realized how deep the feelings ran. And I wanted to tell him now, but I couldn't. I wouldn't.

"I promise Adrian..." he said, I turned and started to walk away, "You're making a mistake." I heard him say. I ignored him. It was none of his concern... the mistakes I make.
-----
Bill cornered me outside the hotel room on our way to the pool for a fun filled day I was sure not to enjoy to the fullest.

"So are you feeling any better? You've been avoiding me all day." he said. I looked away from him, he put his hand on my cheek and made me face him, "Are you feeling better Adrian?" he asked again, his voice was soft and his concern was clearly evident. I pulled away from him.

"I'm fine Bill." I said walked towards the elevator. It dinged and the doors opened.

"Halten Sie den Lift!" he whispered... the first words he ever spoke to me. I waited for him to enter before pressing 1ST-FL. The elevator doors slid shut and it was just me and Bill standing there. He kept looking over at me and my nervousness continued to build. I couldn't go all summer like this. I would have to tell him eventually. I prayed that right now would not be the moment when the burden of truth overwhelmed me. God, for once, answered my prayers and the doors opened. I practically ran out.

Once we were all in the pool room we changed into our swimming trunks, my eyes never left Bill's chest. Tré called my name and nodded his head slightly. Clearly I was obvious and I turned away. I felt ashamed. I closed my eyes trying to hold back angry tears... I opened them and loooked down at Tré smiling at me from the water. I managed to smile back. I walked to edge of the pool... and slipped.

[steevie!]

ha,
he couldn't stop looking at his chest >.<


slipped?!
-le gasp-

[Sidera]

ha,
he couldn't stop looking at his chest >.<


slipped?!
-le gasp-

Ja. He slipped :( .

[steevie!]

..
He isn't dead is he!??!!?

[Sidera]

..
He isn't dead is he!??!!?

No. At least let's hope not.

*suspense factor* √

Sorry, I don't like cliff hangers either.

[steevie!]

ha,
I always leave cliff hangers too >.<

[Sidera]

ha,
I always leave cliff hangers too >.<

Sorry, did I scare you there for a second because I didn't put the usual 'to be continued' at the bottom?

(I've got two windows open so I'm typing the next part simultaneously while talking to you)

[steevie!]

kinda,
but then you started
talking about he next chapter
so I was like

"Okay... It's all good. -deep breathe-"

[Sidera]

kinda,
but then you started
talking about he next chapter
so I was like

"Okay... It's all good. -deep breathe-"

:lol: Sorry. That's not supposed to be funny.

[steevie!]

lol,
nice >.<

[Sidera]

Part 2 - Continued

The last thing I felt was my head slamming onto the floor tiles and my vision blacking. Before the last remnants of consciousness left my mind I felt the water enter my mouth and the deadly feeling of choking beginning to rip open my lungs. I passed out and began to sink. I could barely hear the indistinct voices of my friends who now felt like an eternity away. My body began to go numb, I was dieing and I knew it. Something swam under me and pulled my from the water...

My eyes flickered open, Bill was laying over me, his lips where on mine and he was breathing life giving air into my lungs. I accepted his offering and breathed. I rolled over and threw up what must have been a gallon of water. I was overtaken by a serious of violent episodes of coughing. Bill gently hit my back with his palm urging me to get it all out,

"C'mon, holy sh*t you scared me!" he said. I was still feeling lightheaded, I couldn't see straight...I tasted blood on my lips and I had a throbbing pain in the back of my head.

"I love you Bill...." I whispered so quietly I doubt anyone but Bill could hear me. My vision tunnled out and I became unconscious once more.
-----
I woke up with a bandage on my head, I was back in the hotel room with Bill, and Tré sitting beside me.

"Bill saved your life." Tré said leaning over to adjust my pillows, "He actually cried a little when the doctor said you may have more serious injuries, but it turns out your fine. Just what's going to turn out to be a really painful knot on your head." I smiled at him then looked to Bill he was sitting in front of me, looking at me with a look of worry, he was fidgeting a little.

"Bill." I said, he stopped and looked at me with his big, brown, enchanting eyes, I almost forgot what I wanted to say, "Thank you Bill. Thank you, I owe you my life." Bill smiled back at me.

"Nonsense, we're friends, that's what we're here for. To protect each other. Hey, what do you want from the kitchens, you've been out cold for a day and I know your hungry." Actually I wasn't until he said something but now that I'd thought about it I was, in fact, very hungry.

"A hamburger sounds fantastic!" I said, I tried to get up to go with him but as soon as I lifted my head my vision blured and my ears started ringing. "Ow!" I screamed landing back on my pillows clutchting the sheets

"You hit your head pretty hard, the doctor said you shouldn't move for at least a day. You need to rest. Me and Bill will be here with you. He stood up and went to the door,

"C'mon Bill, lets go get 'em somthing to eat."

"I'll be there in just a second," Tré nodded and left. Bill came over and sat beside me, he sat there for a moment or two before leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. He whispered in my ear,

"I just feel like I should give you one back in return." I looked over at him and he smiled at me. He stood up to leave, I tried to reach for him but I couldn't summon the strength. He left the room.

------
TO BE CONTINUED...


(Sorry for the briefness.)

[steevie!]

awww,
oh my cheese,
that was adorable.

-tear-
I<3you for writing this >.<

[Sidera]

awww,
oh my cheese,
that was adorable.

-tear-
I<3you for writing this >.<

Not to cheesy (predictable, bad plotting) is it? I was going for something to tie up the story arch and actually make quite clear the mutual feelings between Bill and Adrian....

(I update very fast when I get in 'the writer mode' so next part to come soon...very soon indeed.

[steevie!]

No,
it's amazing!


ha,
I just write my story into word
when I'm in a writers mood,
&& I wait to post it,
I like to build suspense ^_^

[Sidera]

No,
it's amazing!


ha,
I just write my story into word
when I'm in a writers mood,
&& I wait to post it,
I like to build suspense ^_^

Thanks so much! I've tried to write fanfics like this on other TH boards and they all drop it.... annoys the sh|t out of me.

[steevie!]

No,
you're an amazing writer ^-^

[Sidera]

Part 2 - Continued

Several day later,

I still had the bandage on my head but I was able to walk around without being assaulted by wracking pains reducing me to painful sobs. To avoid the noise and confusion of the hundreds of fans still waiting outside the hotel even the concert was over we took the back way out and were soon on the highway headed towards Richmond.

I was sitting at the table in front of Bill reading a magazine.

"Here ya go." Tom said setting down a plate full of eggs and sausage in front of me. He had an apron on to add a full image to the joke.

"This is from McDonalds isn't it?" I asked, looking up at him. Tom liked to think he was funny.

"Of course it is, you can't cook on this bus. Well you can, but only if it's the size of a matchbox and is microwavable. Seriously though, eat up. Wan' anything Bill?" he asked. Bill nodded that he was fine, he leaned over and looked out the window. He liked this bus better than the other one, it's windows were bigger and he could look out at the roads. He loved watching the roads.

I quickly ate the steaming hot food and threw the plate away, I wasn't really hungry but I needed to eat. I put the magazine down and looked at Bill.

"What're you looking at?" I asked, he glanced over at me.

"People... people are facinating don't ya think?" he said to me still looking out the window at the cars as the passed by. Some with children staring in awe at the tour bus. And the occasional jeep full of screaming, waving fan girls before they got pulled over by the highway patrol.

"Yeah they are. I love people too, but they never seem to love me back. I'm not the most popular in my school..." I muttered. Bill looked at me,

"Why? You're a very nice person. Why don't people like you."

"Well for one they think I'm weird, and the fact that I'm a really big fan of the band seems to give them the impression that I'm gay because you.... they think you look like a girl, but you're a man so... immature f*cks are what they are." I said. Bill looked at me very seriously, he put his hands on mine.

"Adrian, are you gay?"

'I don't know...', I thought, 'I'm in love with another man...', "No. I'm not gay." I said. He looked at me very intently.

"Then why do you care what they think? I stopped caring what people thought of me a long time ago. Remember what I said? Life is all bullsh*t. It's exactly how you want it to be from the moment you're born. Your life is yours and to let someone trouble it for you is wrong." I nodded that I understood. I looked back up at him, I looked into his brown eyes and my breath caught in my chest.

"Bill...I-" I stopped, no. I'm wasn't going to. This wasn't the time. It would never be the time.

"What?" he asked me.

"Nothing. Nevermind. I'm feeling a little bit tired. I'm going to go take a nap.

"Okay." he said. I got up and walked to the back of the bus, I opened the door and picked my pillow up off the floor. The door closed quieter than it should have.

Bill grabbed my arm, turned me towards him and kissed me. I was stunned and for a split second had no idea how to react. I gave in and kissed him back, we stood there for what felt like a lifetime, but was in fact only a few blissful seconds. He let me go and stared into my eyes.

"I love you too..." he whispered, "I don't know why... but I do." he left the room. Once the door shut I became very lightheaded at the thought of it all, I fell to my bed. The last thought that crossed my mind was... 'What does this mean?'
-----
It was different now. And everytime I thought about that one short moment of intimacy with Bill I felt ashamed. What I felt in my heart told me it was write but every time I really thought about the implications I knew in my soul that what I felt was wrong. I couldn't face him and for a day after that one simple kiss I didn't leave the sleeping room. I didn't eat, I didn't interact with anyone at all. Of course Bill was worried about me and he asked me what was wrong; was I feeling all right? And I always answered that I was fine, just a little tired. But I never made eye contact and I know he knew what was really wrong.

We stopped at a gas station in a small down about thirty minutes from Richmond, Virginia and everyone but me and Bill got off the bus. Once the Tré left Bill came back to the sleeping room and sat down beside me.

"I'm sorry Adrian, I shouldn't have done that. I don't want to ruin our friendship." he whispered. I rolled over to face him, he had tears in his eyes.

"It's not that Bill, I love you and I want your love in return but what we did is wrong and I can't reconcile that with myself. I'm not gay and neither are you...."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Bill asked, "Does your love for Tré make you gay?" he asked me. I sat up to face him.

"Bill, that's different and you know it. What we did-"

"What did we do? What did we do that was so wrong?" he asked quietly. Our eyes met again and my resolve weakened...

"I-...I don't-" I gave up and finally gave into the feeling I'd been holding back. I leaned forward and for the second time we kissed. His lips were so soft against mine....*

The feeling of wrongness returned and just as I was about to break away from him and release his lips from mine. Tré walked in...

-----

TO BE CONTINUED...



(* in the original draft of this part of the story this part got a little bit more graphic, not much, but just to be on the safe side I've omitted it. Sorry. I know I've gone to far now. :oops:

[Sidera]

No,
you're an amazing writer ^-^

Thanks.

I just finished backing the story up on my computer, the thinks takes up a lot of space for just text.

Oh, and in case you were wondering... the title of the story has a lot to do with how this story will end...... hope that doesn't ruin it for you, but that is just a freebie to get more people interested.

[steevie!]

ack >.<
It's not wrong!

-wants to yell at the characters-

kay.
I'm calm.

[Sidera]

ack >.<
It's not wrong!

-wants to yell at the characters-

kay.
I'm calm.

Tré walked in.... that's gotta suck.

[steevie!]

I thought he understood!
Ack,
Now I'm having a panic attack. .-.

[Sidera]

I thought he understood!
Ack,
Now I'm having a panic attack. .-.

We'll see how he reacts. Gotta remember there's more people than him on that bus.... next part coming.

[steevie!]

Steevie is about to die with suspense -.-

Yay for more ^-^

[Sidera]

Part 2 - Continued

Bill fell out of the bed and had a scared look on his face. Tré stood in front of him and pulled him up, he leaned behind him and shut the door.

"You two have to be careful **** it!" he said angrily. He told Bill to sit back down.

"You're not... angry?" Bill asked... he still had a frightened look on his face, Tré walking in on him with his his lips on mine had apparently scared the sh*t out of him.

"No, I'm not angry. Frankly I couldn't care less, it's not my business what you too feel for each other. For me to make my business would make me a very bad person. But you two have got to be more careful. Bill, what if I had been your brother?" he asked. Bill's face paled and I could feel his temperture drop, his hands were cold. Maybe it was just me.

"That can't happen....are you the only one who knows...." Bill voice was frantic, I realized that he felt how I had felt. Then his voice calmed and he looked at me, then back to Tré.

"You know what... I don't care what they think." he stood up and left the room. My stomach did a cartwheel and I ran out of the room after him. My mind was racing. Was he going to tell everyone?

...no, he wasn't. He'd went outside to help bring in the food and drinks. Bill has quite knack for being able to where two faces at the same time... I knew he felt terrible on the inside but his face showed nothing off it. When he looked at me though I knew he was very pained, his eyes showed it clear as day.

Tré came up beside me, "Tom just told me that we'll be going through Morristown to see our parents on our way to Lexington after they do the Richmond gig.... what are you going to tell your parents?" I looked at him... he'd really just asked that question. My face paled at the thought, I thought of my mother and father as I stood in front of them and told them I was in love...with Bill. My blood ran cold.

"I don't know..." I went to the table and slid into the booth and let my head hit the table top. It made a loud 'smack' sound when my forehead made contact.

'What am I doing?' I thought.
------
Tré had took it upon himself to keep a look out for me and Bill when we had our intimate moments. It never escalated to sex because we both constantly assured ourselves and each other that what we were doing was merely a sign of deeply felt friendship... we weren't gay. We just loved each other. I now suffered through daily turmoil and confusion. I know Bill went through it too. By the time the day of the gig rolled around Bill and I barely saw each other. We purposely made it so that we were too busy to be around each other. We both thought it was for the best. But everytime we passed each other I could see the longing in his eyes, could he see how much I longed for him? I hope he could.
-----
The Richmond gig was a flop. Only a few hundred or the predicted 'thousands' showed up. Bill was extremely disappointed and I felt bad for him. I knew he had come to the states expecting every show to be bigger than the last. I tried to comfort him as best I could whenever we were around each other. I told him Lexington was a big city and was going to be a better show.

"I hope so... Richmond was terrible, the few people that were there didn't even know the words to the songs....it was just so bad, we left after only six songs... I didn't even collect our payment. I didn't do anything worth payment...." he rested his head on the table in front of me, "It'll get better, don't fret Bill." he told himself.
-----
It was two in the moring and I as sitting at the table yet again, it's my favorite place to be on the bus. I was reading a Time magazine and was concentrating very hard on an article about Barack Obama but I was getting confused...American politics are stupid. I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up; it was Bill. He sat down beside me. I put down my magazine and looked at him.

"How're you feeling Bill?"

"I can't sleep, I'm worried about how Lexington's going to be. I don't want to have another bad show. I don't think I can handle another one. The disappointment can be overwhelming sometimes...."

I put my arm around him and pulled him closer, he moved his face close to mine and kissed my cheek. I kissed his lips. He smiled at me and laid his head on my chest. We sat there for a few minutes just looking at each other before we both fell asleep.

When my eyes opened the table was littered with candy wrappers, soda cans and cards. Tré was sitting across from me and I realized what he'd done. I also noticed that Bills head was now on my shoulder instead of my chest.

"You don't listen very well..." Tré said with a bemused look on his face and a sarcastic tone to his voice.

"Thanks, man." I whispered.

"Don't mention it. But you got lucky this time, I woke up before everyone. Don't count on that to happen again, be careful." he got up and when to the bathroom.
-----
TO BE CONTINUED...

[steevie!]

"Deeply Felt Friendship"
...chyea,
right >.<

They are so cute ^-^
&& Yea for Tré,
he's a cool cat,
I kinda <3 him ^-^

Continue!

[Sidera]

"Deeply Felt Friendship"
...chyea,
right >.<

They are so cute ^-^
&& Yea for Tré,
he's a cool cat,
I kinda <3 him ^-^

Continue!

Hey don't patronize the characters :evil: They're confused and I'm putting them through a lot of sh*t.

(Just kidding... :D Next part will be posted soon as possible.)

[steevie!]

lol, my bad
Sorry characters!
I'm anxious for Georg && Gustavs' reactions though.
But Tom hardcore.


Mkay ^-^

[Sidera]

lol, my bad
Sorry characters!
I'm anxious for Georg && Gustavs' reactions though.
But Tom hardcore.


Mkay ^-^

Interesting you should mention them....

[steevie!]

oh snap!
when you say stuff like that,
it makes me get all anxie >.<

[Sidera]

Part 3 - My Salvation

Even though he said he wouldn't I know for a fact that Tré saved mine and Bill's *ss quite a few times on the way to Morristown. And though I tried to keep a calm demeanor, every mile we got closer to my hometown the more anxious I became.

Tré wasn't making it any better because he constantly felt the need to update on how long my love affair had until it had to face the light. 3 hours and 16 minutes Adrian. 2 hours 56 minutes Adrian. 2 hours 3 minutes Adrian. I know he wasn't trying to make me feel worse than I already felt but he was and I eventually asked him to stop as kindly as I could. With an 'STFU' look and a hissed out 'shut up'. He did what any good friend would in a time like this and shut up. Bill had found out through the grapevine (Gustav) that we were going to see my parents and now he had the same anxious look I had; I still remembered what he said though, he doesn't care what people think about him: life is bullsh*t.
-----
The tour bus stopped in front of my house. The moment of truth. My mom and dad were out front ready to greet me. They each gave the band members a hug and welcome them to their home. Bill put back on his calm mask and smiled for the crowd. I was subjected to an hour of embarrassing 'childhood memories' my mom seemed to think everyone was anxious to hear. Though I think Bill may have actually enjoyed them. I know for a fact Tom did, he never stopped laughing. *sshole. When me and Bill were finally able to get away from my parents we ran up stairs hand in hand. We had forgotten what Tré had been contantly telling us, but luckily Tré was the only one to see. He shook his head and walked back into the family room with the others.

I closed the door behind me and pushed Bill onto my bed. I jumped on top of him and we wrestled for a few minutes. It was the best few minutes of my life, by the end of it we were both shirtless, again my eyes were glued to him.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever seen Bill..." I said.

"And so are you to me." Bill said, he pressed his lips to mine and ran his hand across my chest. My mind made itself up. I'd made my decision.

'I know exactly what I'm doing.' I thought.
-----
"Tomas, honey, would ya run upstairs to get the boys please, dinner is almost done."

"Yeah, Mrs. Karson." he said, he set down his glass and ran upstairs. Tré couldn't catch him...

"Hey Bill." Tom said as he opened the bedroom door...





-----
"What the f*ck!" he shouted, he slammed the door shut. There is noway he'd just seen what... he opened the door again. Bill and I were laying in my bed, shirtless, our bodies entangled and still so much in shock at the sudden interruption that our lips were still slightly touching.

"I don't like that language young man, now what are you- Oh my God!" in a split second my world came crashing down. My mother had seen me with Bill, Tom had seen me with Bill. Bill pushed me away and fell to the floor in tears. But only for a second. He stood up and looked at Tom as he pulled his shirt back on.

"Sprich etwas! Irgendetwas!" he shouted. Tom stepped toward Bill but still didn't say anything. I heard a loud thumping come up the stairs. It was my dad... Gustav, Georg and Tré soon followed.

"Tell me this isn't true!" my father yelled. Bill tried to step in to protect me in whatever way he could but my father shoved him out of the way. He grabbed me by the neck and pulled me out of the bed.

"Tell me it isn't true Adrian!" he yelled. Georg and Tom pulled him off me.

"Mr Karson you're going to hurt him!" they yelled. My father started to scream before breaking down into racking sobs.

"Please, tell me you're not...No, you can't be ga-, not my son!" his face constantly shifted from angry to tearful. It was a pathetic sight. My mother refused to come in.

"What have you done Tomas?" Bill whispered.

"Likewise..." Tom answered. Georg and Gustav had had enough of the drama and escorted my mom back downstairs to cnosole her.

"Dad...I love Bill and he loves me. But you have to understand we're not ga-"

"Don't feed me that bullsh*t! My son is a f*ggot!" he screamed. I felt something break inside me... I felt my love for the man in front of me die.

"Fine dad! I'm gay, I'm gay, I'm gay! Are you happy! Are you f*cking happy!" I screamed at him, "Your son had the misfortune of falling in love!" I picked up my shirt and ran out of the room.

"Adrian!" Bill shouted. Tom put his arm out to block his way.

"Let me through Tom!" Bill yelled.

"No! You've done enough!" Tom said. Bill stepped back and looked at his brother. He fell back on my bed... and just sat there...

-----

'I told them..." Tré thought. He truely felt bad for the both of them but he had known it would happen eventually. It was just unfortunate that it had to happen now...

'I told them.'

-----

TO BE CONTINUED...

[steevie!]

God...
that was intense...
I was totally like,
on the edge of me seat...

-still am, actually.-

[Sidera]

God...
that was intense...
I was totally like,
on the edge of me seat...

-still am, actually.-

You're not yanking my chain are you? I've reread it like six times and it still feels rushed to me...

[steevie!]

No,
I'm really honest.
I mean,
It was a tad rushed,
but not like
"Holy crap that was just stupid."

It was good ^-^

[Sidera]

No,
I'm really honest.
I mean,
It was a tad rushed,
but not like
"Holy crap that was just stupid."

It was good ^-^

D*mn! *prepares second draft*. The original, the one I have saved to my computer gets kinda graphic with the Bill-Adrian situation. And Adrians dad actually punches Bill, but with out the aformentioned graphic writing it wouldn't have made sense...so you get the sesne of it being rushed. I tried to fix it as best I could but the PG-13 thing is keeping my from including the whole story....

[steevie!]

I don't think violence is that bad,
I mean I don't think anyone would complain.
ack,
That would be awesome though,
That's what I thought was going to happen too.

[Sidera]

I don't think violence is that bad,
I mean I don't think anyone would complain.
ack,
That would be awesome though,
That's what I thought was going to happen too.

Sorry, but to keep it coherent I reduced Mr. Karson to a screaming/crying/angry wreck.

[steevie!]

It's cool ^-^
You're a good author though.
I really hate those fanfics that are all the same
&& have bad grammar,
and awful punctuation. It's irritating.
You're story and writing style is excellent.

[Sidera]

It's cool ^-^
You're a good author though.
I really hate those fanfics that are all the same
&& have bad grammar,
and awful punctuation. It's irritating.
You're story and writing style is excellent.

Danke Schön! *explodes with pride*

It is coming to a close.

[steevie!]

aw,
well I told a few of my readers to read yours,
'cause I know they'll like it ^-^

But before Steevie passes out,
she needs to sleep >.<

I can't wait for more!

night ^-^

[Sidera]

aw,
well I told a few of my readers to read yours,
'cause I know they'll like it ^-^

But before Steevie passes out,
she needs to sleep >.<

I can't wait for more!

night ^-^

Night! The story will be over and done with when you wake up.

[TexasGirlLovesTH]

Ok, so Steevie was buggin me about reading this story. At frist I was like, "eh! Why not!" So I read it.....
*tacklehugs Sidera*
THIS STORY IS AMAZING ON SO MANY LEVELS, I CAN'T EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE THEM! I SERIOUSLY AM IN LOVE WITH IT!!
YES, I WAS SAD WHEN I SAW THAT YOU SAID THAT IT WAS COMING TO A CLOSE...BUT THAT WILL NOT STOP ME FROM READING IT ALL, OVER AND OVER AGAIN!

Sidera, I really love your story, and I will be patiently waiting for the next update!

[Sidera]

My Salvation

I ran as fast as I could to the only place I could think to go. As much as I hated that f*cking place the high school was the last place they'd look for me.
-----
I ran to the third floor and went to the place where I would finally relieve myself of my burden. I no longer felt any love for my family. What he'd said to me had broken me at the deepest part of my soul. I loved Bill, I really did but I knew now that no one would accept it. And I think Bill had finally realized that too... he didn't come after me. I was alone...

My cellphone rang, I didn't bother to look at the number. I just answered it.

"Where the f*ck are you! I'm coming to get you gay boy! You're never going to see that queer kid again! YOU NEED JESUS B-"

"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed into the phone and slammed it into the ground.

"F*CK YOU DAD!" tears were running down my face. I stomped the phone until it was in millions of pieces. I screamed agian and slammed my head into the black board. Why didn't anyone understand! Why!
-----
"Where is he?" my mother asked, she was staring at my father.

"Richard? Where is he?"

"I don't know!" he shouted. Tré and Tom were in the backseat. Tom wasn't talking and had a blank look on his face. He kept muttering something in German that Tré didn't understand. Tré was worried about me, he'd known me since I was three and we'd grown up together. He had seen the look in my eyes when I ran past him and out the door... he didn't like that look. It was like I blamed him.

"Go to the school." Tré said. My mother and father both looked back at me.

"Why would he be there?" the both asked.

"Because that is the last place you would look..." Tré said.
-----
I saw them pull up. My anger was gone now... it was replaced by someting else. Or rather, nothing else. That would be much more accurate. I watched them get out of the car and look around for a few minutes.

'Your pain is now mine...' I thought. I wasn't really sure what that meant but I kept repeating it over and over in my head. I walked out of the classroom and into the janitors closet across the hall. There was the ladder. I started to cry as I climbed up it, rung by rung. I pushed the hatch up and pulled myself onto the roof. The air was calm and cold... so very cold. I walked slowly to ledge... my tears marked my path as I walked to it. I looked down at them still standing there. It wasn't long before they noticed me. One of them had called the police because the sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. My mind raced through the past two weeks. My heart broke when I thought of Bill...

"You didn't come after me!" I said to myself, I fell to my knees and felt the full weight of my pain come crashing down on me. Like a cold wave, it washed all else from my mind. I screamed again, and again. I screamed for forgiveness, I screamed for the love of another human being... I deserved neither, and received nothing. I stood back up and climbed the ledge...
-----

:From Tré&#39;s point of view:

I looked up at Adrian and my blood ran cold, he was standing on the ledge. I couldn't see his face but I could hear his screams. I teared up, you could hear the pain in his voice...

'Please don't do it...' I thought. I told Mr Karson that I was going to get help and I needed his car. He told me to hurry and I raced back to the house. Bill was sitting on the porch. He wasn't crying. He was just sitting there staring at nothing. I yelled for him to get in the car. He ignored me.

"**** it Bill, now is not the time to wallow in self pity! Adrian's... Get in the f*cking car BILL!" I yelled. Bill looked at me, he closed his eyes and stood up. He sat in the car next to me and we drove back to the school. When Mr. Karson saw who I'd brought back he flipped out.

"What the f*ck! Get him out of here n-" I punched Mr Karson in his face and knocked him out.

"You piece of sh*t! Look what you've done!" I yelled at his unconscious body. The sounds of sirens were now at their loudest as the police rounded the corner. Several squad cars showed up. The local 'Blue-boy' stepped out of his car and ran over to me.

"What's going on?" he asked. I pointed to the roof of the building.

"Adrian..." he whispered in disbelief.
-----

:From Bill&#39;s point of view:

Tré stopped Mr Karson from trying to kill me, but my relief was soon replaced by a sickening feeling. Adrian was standing on the roof looking down at us. I heard him scream again and again. I couldn't understand what he was saying. I pushed past Tré to try to get closer, but the cop stopped me.

"No, stay back." he told me, he shoved me back a few feet but I dove under his arms and ran towards the school. I pulled the front doors open and ran for the stairs.
-----

Me.

I stood on the ledge, I saw everything. Bill was coming for me... but it was already to late. I'd made up my mind, I had to release everyone from the burdens of my sins. I will seek my Salvation...
-----

:From Bill&#39;s point of view:

"Adrian! Don't!" I screamed. I ran towards him as fast as I could...
-----

Me.

"I'm sorry Bill," I said. Bill stopped just a few feet away from me. Tears ran down my cheeks, my heart ached for Bill, but I would soon make his life better, "Your pain is now my pain. This is the only way for me to make atonement for my mistakes. My Salvation. Just remember Bill... Life is just bullsh*t..."
-----

:From Bill&#39;s point of view:

"No!" I screamed and lunged for him, my arms outstretched. It was too late, it was always too late. From the time I first kissed him it was already too late. He stepped off the ledge. I fell to my knees. I was too shocked to cry...too shocked to feel at all.
-----

3 years later...

"Hey Tré, yeah the recordings done," Bill said, he adjusted his the cellphone, he was trying to balance it between his shoulder and his ear, "yeah, I want you to be the first one to hear it." Tré laughed and said he'd be there in a few minutes. Bill hung up the phone and listened to the song again.

He cried quietly through the song, 'Has really only been three years...' he thought.
-----
Tré knocked on the studio door. Bill told him to take a seat. Tré noticed the look in Bill's eyes. The same look he had after Adrian... Bill hit play and sat down beside Tré. He rested his elbows on his knees and laid his head on his hands.

The guitars came in followed by the drums... Bill's voice...

Über den Dächern
ist es so kalt
und so still
Ich schweig deinen Namen
weil Du ihn jetzt
nicht hören willst
Der Abgrund der Stadt
verschlingt jede
Träne die fällt
Da unten ist nichts mehr
was dich hier oben
noch hält

Ich schrei in die Nacht für dich
lass mich nicht im Stich
Spring nicht
Die Lichter fangen dich nicht
sie betrügen dich
Spring nicht
Erinner dich
an Dich und mich
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht
Bitte spring nicht

In Deinen Augen
scheint alles sinnlos und leer
Der Schnee fällt einsam
Du spürst ihn schon lange nicht mehr
Irgendwo da draußen
bist du verlor'n gegangen
Du träumst von dem Ende
um nochmal von vorn anzufangen

Ich schrei in die Nacht für dich
lass mich nicht im Stich
Spring nicht
Die Lichter fangen dich nicht
sie betrügen dich
Spring nicht
Erinner dich
an Dich und mich
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht
Bitte spring nicht

Ich weiß nicht wie lang
ich Dich halten kann
Ich weiß nicht wie lang

Nimm meine Hand
wir fangen noch mal an
Spring nicht

Ich schrei in die Nacht für dich
lass mich nicht im Stich
Spring nicht
Die Lichter fangen dich nicht
sie betrügen dich
Spring nicht
Erinner dich
an Dich und mich
Die Welt da unten zählt nicht
Bitte spring nicht
Spring nicht

Und hält dich das auch nicht zurück
Dann spring ich für Dich

The song ended. Bill was crying softly, trying his best not to show it.

"I'm sorry Bill..." Tré said. He set something on the table and left the room. Bill reached for what he left, it was a photograph. On the back it said: In Loving Memory. He Was Our Salvation. Bill turned it over and stared into Adrian's blue eyes. A tear landed on the picture... Bill wiped it away.

-----


ES IST VORBEI.

[Sidera]

:cry: Ich tötete ihn... it was the only way.

I&#39;m sorry.

[tears.dont.fall]

:shock:
im seriously bawling
omg that was amazing
..........

[Sidera]

:shock:
im seriously bawling
omg that was amazing
..........

So am I, I actually listend to 'Spring Nicht' while I wrote the last part... it was so hard to make Adrian do what he did....

Did you like the story, even though Adrian had to die.

[Haley1018]

:shock:

I LOVED IT.

[Sidera]

A Tribute to Adrian


With the singing of the last poem he wrote before meeting Bill.


The World of Midnight (http://youtube.com/watch?v=O-lVS4hyjFw)

[Sidera]

:shock:

I LOVED IT.

Thank you. That means a lot to me that people enjoyed my story.

[Haley1018]

:shock:

I LOVED IT.

Thank you. That means a lot to me that people enjoyed my story.

You're welcome. :D
And I know how you feel, I always get super mega happy whenever people tell me they like my stories.

[Sidera]

:shock:

I LOVED IT.

Thank you. That means a lot to me that people enjoyed my story.

You're welcome. :D
And I know how you feel, I always get super mega happy whenever people tell me they like my stories.

Yeah I know what you mean. It just makes me sad that I had to kill Adrian. But that is how the story had to end... It's always a sad day for a writer when they kill one of their characters.

[Haley1018]

Thank you. That means a lot to me that people enjoyed my story.

You're welcome. :D
And I know how you feel, I always get super mega happy whenever people tell me they like my stories.

Yeah I know what you mean. It just makes me sad that I had to kill Adrian. But that is how the story had to end... It's always a sad day for a writer when they kill one of their characters.

Eee, I know!!! :o
In a TH story I wrote for another forum (that I can't post here, because I'll get criticism for it because it involves a little bit of twincest :oops: ), I had to kill off my main character :cry:
I was really sad whenever I wrote it :cry:

[tears.dont.fall]

-spoiler-
near death and other things happen in my FF Break Away.

and i absolutely loved it.

ima gonna cry again.


-awesomepossumawesomepossumawesomepossumawesomeposs umawesomepossum-

ok...im good.

btw...georg is my awesome possum ^^ (im on a georg spree right now...first it was bill then tom for a day or two...but now its georg and bill all the way ^^)

[Sidera]

I'd like to thank everyone again for reading and actually enjoying my story. To tell you all the truth I kinda expected everyone to get angry and criticize me for having Adrian and Bill... Well you know what happened. No need to relive it.

[steevie!]

...I'm kind of left speechless.
That story was amazing,
it was perfect.
You are an amazing writer,
&& I'd love to read more stuff from you.
Thank you ^-^
It's was just... God,
I can't even describe >.<

[Sidera]

...I'm kind of left speechless.
That story was amazing,
it was perfect.
You are an amazing writer,
&& I'd love to read more stuff from you.
Thank you ^-^
It's was just... God,
I can't even describe >.<

Thank you, that means a lot to me that you like it. I've already got a new story in the works and chapter one will be posted tonight; it's called 'Down Again'. I hope you'll like that one as much as you like this one. I will also be posting the full version of this story. I don't feel right leaving it as is because I've butchered it to make it 'safe' for the website and because of this there are plot gaps and a lot of forced 'plot'. So you can look forward to 'Salvation - The Full Story' soon.

[steevie!]

Sweet ^-^
I'm super excited :mrgreen:

[Sidera]

Sweet ^-^
I'm super excited :mrgreen:


Yay! :D . Well, I've got to get back to my family (fourth of July you know) first post of 'Down Again' should be up within the next few hours. See ya.

[tears.dont.fall]

im already camping out there
xD
and i cant wait to re-read this in its entirety(sp?)
and there really is no way to describe Salvation.
except...AWESOME FREAKING POSSUM!!!!
^^
sorry...i say that alot.

[TexasGirlLovesTH]

I'd like to thank everyone again for reading and actually enjoying my story. To tell you all the truth I kinda expected everyone to get angry and criticize me for having Adrian and Bill... Well you know what happened. No need to relive it.

I honestly wish there were more stories like this.
I'm not obsessed with non-hetero relationships in stories, but when they get portrayed in such a positive and dramatic manner, I automatically get sucked into the story.

I had this idea to make my story "Love Is Not Dead" a bisexual love triangle, but that never really panned out, cuz I knew I would have some HEAVY criticism because of the subject. I mean, I'm still only a few chapters in and can easily turn my story into that...but I will need some serious encouragement to do that.


But all in all, I loved this story, and bawled my eyes out reading the last chapter!

[Sidera]

I'd like to thank everyone again for reading and actually enjoying my story. To tell you all the truth I kinda expected everyone to get angry and criticize me for having Adrian and Bill... Well you know what happened. No need to relive it.

I honestly wish there were more stories like this.
I'm not obsessed with non-hetero relationships in stories, but when they get portrayed in such a positive and dramatic manner, I automatically get sucked into the story.

I had this idea to make my story "Love Is Not Dead" a bisexual love triangle, but that never really panned out, cuz I knew I would have some HEAVY criticism because of the subject. I mean, I'm still only a few chapters in and can easily turn my story into that...but I will need some serious encouragement to do that.


But all in all, I loved this story, and bawled my eyes out reading the last chapter!

Just so you know it wasn't my intention to make anyone cry... but I guess if you can make the reader feel the emotion in the passage then the writer has done his job.

Anyway I've made the first post for 'Down Again'. This story will move at a slower pace so sorry if it gets a bit tedious at times. I'm going to start reposting this story as 'Salvation - The Full Story' here pretty soon.

[TexasGirlLovesTH]

I'd like to thank everyone again for reading and actually enjoying my story. To tell you all the truth I kinda expected everyone to get angry and criticize me for having Adrian and Bill... Well you know what happened. No need to relive it.

I honestly wish there were more stories like this.
I'm not obsessed with non-hetero relationships in stories, but when they get portrayed in such a positive and dramatic manner, I automatically get sucked into the story.

I had this idea to make my story "Love Is Not Dead" a bisexual love triangle, but that never really panned out, cuz I knew I would have some HEAVY criticism because of the subject. I mean, I'm still only a few chapters in and can easily turn my story into that...but I will need some serious encouragement to do that.


But all in all, I loved this story, and bawled my eyes out reading the last chapter!

Just so you know it wasn't my intention to make anyone cry... but I guess if you can make the reader feel the emotion in the passage then the writer has done his job.

Anyway I've made the first post for 'Down Again'. This story will move at a slower pace so sorry if it gets a bit tedious at times. I'm going to start reposting this story as 'Salvation - The Full Story' here pretty soon.

And I shall be waiting for that, my dear! :mrgreen:

[luvukaulitztwins]

:shock:

:D

THIS STORY ROCKS
\>.</m\>.</

[xXxMandiixXx]

omg i just read the whole thing omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg i cried :( so sad but i love it !

ok spaz over

you should write another story cause this one was amazing :)

<3 Mandii xx
p.s on the poll i put other cause there was no AMAZING!

[xluciax]

That was such a sad story... :cry: I thought I was going to cry, but I controled myself, so my sis wouldn't come in the room. That was one of the greatest ff I have ever read!!!!
I would say the best, but then someone would be mad at me... :shock:
I really loved this story it was amazing!!!!!! I've been reading your other story too, Down Again, and it's just as awesome as this one!!!!!!

[tokiohotel26]

ok so i was in the poconos this weekend but we came back early so i didnt get to read it until just now.
i think that this story was amazing! im not very big on gay stories [though i do read them and like them] but this has to be the BEST non-heterosexual story i have ever read. ever.