The Knight in Shining Armor
Mcdonalds.
Viva_McRxTh: You're welcome for the skittles, and I know Rylee is lucky. I'm envious of my own character. Haha.
umecenter: Sorry for the long update wait. Over a month.=[ Well, here you go.
XxK8ExX: Once again, sorry for the long wait, and I'm glad you love it.
mweep!!: Yay for Tom obsessions. I know lots of us have them -guilty-
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To everyone: I need girlfriends for Georg, Tom, and Gustav. If you are interested, PM me your details.
Now. On with the update!!
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I stared out at the passing towns of Germany. Each one, different from the next, and different from America all together. Funny enough, an American song was playing on the radio station that the guys were listening to. Kiss Me by: New Found Glory.
Every once and awhile, I'd catch Bill looking at me, and even though I tried to ignore it, I'm sure I blushed each time; I'm sure he noticed too, because he would always look away. I had been quiet the whole ride to where ever we were going to eat, there was nothing to say. For all they knew, I could be a murderer or someone bad.
The silence between me and Tokio Hotel became unbearable, so after thinking about what I was going to say, I finally asked,
“Where are we going to eat?”
Everyone turned and looked at me, and I was like a deer in the headlights. I wondered why they were all staring at me funny, even the driver looked up into his rear view mirror. Wasn't it normal for someone to talk?
Tom spoke first, I figured he would; he seemed like the least shy out of everyone else.
“Something quick, we just got back to Germany, and we want to head to the recording studio, and then home,” he spoke slowly, as if I couldn't understand his English.
“Mcdonalds sound good to everyone?” Georg asked next, and then everyone turned their attention away from me, deep in thought about Mcdonalds. I didn't mind either way, I was just hungry.
“Fine to me,” I said, and Bill nodded his head,
“Doesn't matter, I just want to go home.”
Then Gustav whispered something German to the driver, and we were in Mcdonalds. I made sure I got out last, because I didn't want it to seem that I was desperate to eat, even though I was.
“Was werden wir um das Mädchen machen1?” Bill questioned Tom, once we were inside.
“Entweder findet ihr ein Hotel, oder. ...one von uns nimmt ihr Heim2.” Bill went bug eyed,
“Wir können ihr Heim mit uns Tom nicht nehmen3,” he said seriously, and I knew they were talking about me. I looked away, but continued listening to the tones of their voices.
“Hotel, das es ist, aber was ist, wenn sie nein hat, wo zu gehen nachdem das4?” Tom wondered, and Bill went silent.
“We need to talk to her,” he said in English, so I could understand. Bill must have known I was eavesdropping. Slowly, I turned my head so my green eyes bled into their brown ones.
“I have no where,” I said slowly, hanging my head.
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TRANSLATIONS:
1.What are we going to do about the girl?
2.Either find her a hotel or...one of us takes her home.
3.We cannot take her home with us, Tom.
4.Hotel it is, but what if she has no where to go after that?
umecenter: Sorry for the long update wait. Over a month.=[ Well, here you go.
XxK8ExX: Once again, sorry for the long wait, and I'm glad you love it.
mweep!!: Yay for Tom obsessions. I know lots of us have them -guilty-
LastLookBackWasBlack: Thanks for the subscription!!
To everyone: I need girlfriends for Georg, Tom, and Gustav. If you are interested, PM me your details.
Now. On with the update!!
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I stared out at the passing towns of Germany. Each one, different from the next, and different from America all together. Funny enough, an American song was playing on the radio station that the guys were listening to. Kiss Me by: New Found Glory.
Every once and awhile, I'd catch Bill looking at me, and even though I tried to ignore it, I'm sure I blushed each time; I'm sure he noticed too, because he would always look away. I had been quiet the whole ride to where ever we were going to eat, there was nothing to say. For all they knew, I could be a murderer or someone bad.
The silence between me and Tokio Hotel became unbearable, so after thinking about what I was going to say, I finally asked,
“Where are we going to eat?”
Everyone turned and looked at me, and I was like a deer in the headlights. I wondered why they were all staring at me funny, even the driver looked up into his rear view mirror. Wasn't it normal for someone to talk?
Tom spoke first, I figured he would; he seemed like the least shy out of everyone else.
“Something quick, we just got back to Germany, and we want to head to the recording studio, and then home,” he spoke slowly, as if I couldn't understand his English.
“Mcdonalds sound good to everyone?” Georg asked next, and then everyone turned their attention away from me, deep in thought about Mcdonalds. I didn't mind either way, I was just hungry.
“Fine to me,” I said, and Bill nodded his head,
“Doesn't matter, I just want to go home.”
Then Gustav whispered something German to the driver, and we were in Mcdonalds. I made sure I got out last, because I didn't want it to seem that I was desperate to eat, even though I was.
“Was werden wir um das Mädchen machen1?” Bill questioned Tom, once we were inside.
“Entweder findet ihr ein Hotel, oder. ...one von uns nimmt ihr Heim2.” Bill went bug eyed,
“Wir können ihr Heim mit uns Tom nicht nehmen3,” he said seriously, and I knew they were talking about me. I looked away, but continued listening to the tones of their voices.
“Hotel, das es ist, aber was ist, wenn sie nein hat, wo zu gehen nachdem das4?” Tom wondered, and Bill went silent.
“We need to talk to her,” he said in English, so I could understand. Bill must have known I was eavesdropping. Slowly, I turned my head so my green eyes bled into their brown ones.
“I have no where,” I said slowly, hanging my head.
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TRANSLATIONS:
1.What are we going to do about the girl?
2.Either find her a hotel or...one of us takes her home.
3.We cannot take her home with us, Tom.
4.Hotel it is, but what if she has no where to go after that?