The Knight in Shining Armor
I'm not leaving her here.
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Moshing Monster: I've never been to Germany, but I want to go sometime. My school is going this year...but I don't have the money or the patience to deal with some of the people that are going. I also did know that that is the German name for Germany. Yay for paying attention in geography!
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“Is she alive?” someone asked. I woke to the sound of some man's voice speaking. My eyes fluttered open and I looked at him. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and a track jacket.
“Yes you idiot, she's just sleeping,” the other bickered. They started speaking in German, not even noticing I was awake. I tried moving silently in the chair, but the chair squeaked and both heads turned to me. The other boy had long dreads and was dressed in the gangster sort of way.
“Are you ok?” he asked in English, noticing my scared expression. I cleared my throat,
“Yeah, I was just sleeping.” He cast a glance at the other guy and said something that I couldn't translate.
“Are you waiting for a flight or something?” he asked after, his voice laced with a little concern. I sat up and ran my hands through my hair, in an attempt to look decent.
“No.” My answer was short and sounded harsh. I didn't mean it to come out that way, it just did. He looked hurt so I was quick to apologize.
“I'm sorry, sleeping on these chairs can make you a little irritable,” I gave as an explanation. He actually smiled, which in turn caused me to smile back. For the next couple minutes he and his friend just stood in front of me awkwardly. One of their phones vibrated, and both turned their attention to it.
“Bill got the bags, and says we should get out of here before we get attacked by fans,” the shoulder length guy told his buddy. That name...Bill....sounded so familer, well, it is a popular name, but then that and the fact that the two guys in front of me looked a lot like....
My heart froze, and then came back, beating faster than ever. Tom Kaulitz and Georg Listing. I sat up straigher, running my hands frantically through the knots in my hair.
“Wir können nicht nur sie hier verlassen1,” Tom told Georg. He shrugged,
“Was Sie macht, machen wollen Sie dann, ist sie ein Fremder2?” Tom looked to me, then Georg.
“Laden Sie sie kommt mit uns zum Studio, ein lernen Sie sie, kennen lässt dann sie hinter ab mit ihrer Familie später fallen. Geben Sie es, zu ist sie reizend. 3” I was lost in the German, so I sat quietly in the chairs, not wanting to make a noise.
“Sie ist, aber sie von Amerika. Ich denke nicht, dass sie einen Ort hat, zu bleiben4.”
“Erhalten Sie sie ein Hotel, nicht verlasse ich sie hier allein. Irgendetwas kann geschehen5.” Tom finally shouted, and then he turned his attention back to me.
“You want to come with my friends, brother and I, we are grabbing something to eat, then heading to a recording studio?” he questioned. I smiled, this is just what I wanted, a place to go!
“Thank you soooo much, I'd love to!” I grabbed my backpack excitedly and stood up.
“By the way, I'm Tom,” Tom introduced, holding out his hand. I took it graciously in mine,
“Rylee.”
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TRANSLATIONS
1.We can't just leave her here.
2.What are you going to do then? She's a stranger.
3.Invite her to the studio, get to know her, and then return her to her family. Admit it, she's cute
4.She is, but she's from America. I don't think she has a place to stay.
5.Get her a hotel. I'm not leaving her here. Anything can happen!
Moshing Monster: I've never been to Germany, but I want to go sometime. My school is going this year...but I don't have the money or the patience to deal with some of the people that are going. I also did know that that is the German name for Germany. Yay for paying attention in geography!
---
“Is she alive?” someone asked. I woke to the sound of some man's voice speaking. My eyes fluttered open and I looked at him. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, and a track jacket.
“Yes you idiot, she's just sleeping,” the other bickered. They started speaking in German, not even noticing I was awake. I tried moving silently in the chair, but the chair squeaked and both heads turned to me. The other boy had long dreads and was dressed in the gangster sort of way.
“Are you ok?” he asked in English, noticing my scared expression. I cleared my throat,
“Yeah, I was just sleeping.” He cast a glance at the other guy and said something that I couldn't translate.
“Are you waiting for a flight or something?” he asked after, his voice laced with a little concern. I sat up and ran my hands through my hair, in an attempt to look decent.
“No.” My answer was short and sounded harsh. I didn't mean it to come out that way, it just did. He looked hurt so I was quick to apologize.
“I'm sorry, sleeping on these chairs can make you a little irritable,” I gave as an explanation. He actually smiled, which in turn caused me to smile back. For the next couple minutes he and his friend just stood in front of me awkwardly. One of their phones vibrated, and both turned their attention to it.
“Bill got the bags, and says we should get out of here before we get attacked by fans,” the shoulder length guy told his buddy. That name...Bill....sounded so familer, well, it is a popular name, but then that and the fact that the two guys in front of me looked a lot like....
My heart froze, and then came back, beating faster than ever. Tom Kaulitz and Georg Listing. I sat up straigher, running my hands frantically through the knots in my hair.
“Wir können nicht nur sie hier verlassen1,” Tom told Georg. He shrugged,
“Was Sie macht, machen wollen Sie dann, ist sie ein Fremder2?” Tom looked to me, then Georg.
“Laden Sie sie kommt mit uns zum Studio, ein lernen Sie sie, kennen lässt dann sie hinter ab mit ihrer Familie später fallen. Geben Sie es, zu ist sie reizend. 3” I was lost in the German, so I sat quietly in the chairs, not wanting to make a noise.
“Sie ist, aber sie von Amerika. Ich denke nicht, dass sie einen Ort hat, zu bleiben4.”
“Erhalten Sie sie ein Hotel, nicht verlasse ich sie hier allein. Irgendetwas kann geschehen5.” Tom finally shouted, and then he turned his attention back to me.
“You want to come with my friends, brother and I, we are grabbing something to eat, then heading to a recording studio?” he questioned. I smiled, this is just what I wanted, a place to go!
“Thank you soooo much, I'd love to!” I grabbed my backpack excitedly and stood up.
“By the way, I'm Tom,” Tom introduced, holding out his hand. I took it graciously in mine,
“Rylee.”
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TRANSLATIONS
1.We can't just leave her here.
2.What are you going to do then? She's a stranger.
3.Invite her to the studio, get to know her, and then return her to her family. Admit it, she's cute
4.She is, but she's from America. I don't think she has a place to stay.
5.Get her a hotel. I'm not leaving her here. Anything can happen!