Impressions

I groan as I grab the ringing phone off my nightstand and press answer before putting it close to my ear and try to open my eyes.

“Hello?” I ask my voice thick with sleep as I let out a yawn. However, all I get back are heavy breaths and I finally open my eyes slightly, pulling back the phone to look at the name but I hear a noise in the background, a louder noise. “Hello?” I ask again, slightly rising up and the reply I get is off someone throwing up. During their throwing up session, I take the phone away from my ear and quickly scan the contact id.

Bill.

“Christina.” He says, his voice shaking and his breathing heavy. “Can you pick me up?” He asks, his words slurring together, but I understand him due to training. “I’m at Club Purple—”

“I’ll be there now, don’t you dare more.” I say and hang up before trying to roll out of bed, getting tangled in the sheets and falling off the bed and onto the hard ground. I curse at myself quietly, hoping that I didn’t wake Torilynn up to have her knocking down my door, asking questions. I successfully win the battle with my sheets, and by now, the sleep has left my system and I am picking up random pieces of clothing from my floor. After I slip into the shorts I have managed to pick up, the tank top and the thick cardigan, I make for the door, slipping into a pair of ugg boots and grabbing my keys from the counter. I tie my hair up at the back with a clip; letting some curls fall in front of my eyes and grab my glasses, slip them on and open the door. I close the door behind me, knowing that it will lock automatically and head for the elevator which quickly comes up and takes me down to the lobby. I run out of the lobby and towards the garage where my Audi convertible is sitting before I unlock the car, jump in and start it. I speed towards the exit and out of the garage, speeding down the auto band and making my way to a turning down a bad neighbourhood which cuts straight to the part of town where the club is.

Within minutes, I am leaving the car running in front of the club where Bill is standing in the shadows, breathing slowly and deeply. I place his arm over my shoulder and lead him to the car, strapping him in and shutting the door after him before I run around the car and get into the driver’s side.

“You better not throw up in the front seat. This is my baby.” I warn him as I pull away from the club and towards the auto-band again. My knuckles are turning white from holding the steering wheel too tightly as I bite my lower lip. I am beyond furious with him, I mean, what the hell is he thinking going out at night and getting completely shitfaced?!

And then, to make things worse, waking me up at four in the god damn morning? Yes, I am a little selfish, but that is only because his ass has been wanting to go dinners with people nearly every night and I had to be there, standing up behind something, hidden, protecting him.

Yeah, okay, I was his body guard, but this is taking it too far now. This is actually taking the piss.

“You seem annoyed.” He notices and I growl under my breath slightly, hoping that he will get the hint to shut up. “I don’t really understand why.” His slurring words come out and I piece them together in seconds. I slam the brakes right in front of his house that he shares with Tom and try to turn to him, but the seatbelt is holding me back. I quickly unbuckle myself and turn to him, an icy glare sent straight at him, making him shift back from my gaze slightly.

“What the fuck were you thinking?! What the hell is wrong with you? I got told that you were this nice guy and that your brother was the fucking jerk, but no, it’s the other way around isn’t it?! All week, I had to go to fucking dinners with you and stay standing up, ready to pounce if danger comes near you! All fucking week and we always left after midnight, and now, tonight, I could sleep for however long I needed to until midday tomorrow, and I was going to! I had a bath dammit and all that shit. Relaxed and read and then finally drifted off to sleep at fucking eight! And then, bam, you call me and puke on the phone to me! I d—” He interrupts me with an arched eyebrow and a cold stare.

“If I’m not mistaken, this is your fucking job.” His smirk is widening as I stare at him with my mouth wide open. Who does this son-of-a-bitch think he is?!

“I could fucking break you like a stick, you little idiot!” I shout as he scoffs. “Get out of my car.”

“You can’t force me to get out of the car.” He replies back, crossing his arms as I gasp at him. He’s even worse when he is drunk.

“I have to keep you away from danger and this danger right now. So, get out!” I scream before opening the door and walking out, shutting it with my foot and pulling him out of the car.

“Ouch! You’re hurting me.” He whines as he tries to peel my hand off his arm as I squeeze harder on it.

“Good.” I state as I march up to his front door. I pound my fist into the door and it opens half a minute later to a still half-asleep Tom. I push Bill towards him and Tom sighs softly. “I quit.” I state before walking back down the drive, get into my car and drive off towards home.

I get out of the car as the valet walks down the steps and takes it into the garage before I walk inside the lobby, screwing the top of the wine bottle off and taking a sip. No one is in the lobby except the person manning the desk and even if there was, I still wouldn’t be giving a shit. Stepping out of the elevator, I take out my key and unlock the door, walking in and letting it close behind me. I chuck my uggs off my feet as I walk towards my bedroom, shutting it behind me, placing the wine bottle on the nightstand before I take off all my clothes and collapse on the bed.

I don’t give a shit that I failed the assignment, I was getting nowhere with that asshole anyway.

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I rub my eyes as I walk into the kitchen, stifling a yawn and putting some bread in the toaster. I stretch, feeling all my muscles stretch with my bones and the bones itself click back into place. I take a large mug out of the cabinet and pour the Cappuccino powder in the mug before adding a teaspoon of sugar and turning the kettle on. I take the toast out and spread nutella on it as the water boils and I add it into the mug. I stir the mixture together while taking a bite of my toast and taking a small sip of the life source. I take my toast and walk into the living room, moaning in pleasure as the chocolate hits my taste buds again. I open my eyes as I step down the two stairs but groan after swallowing the food in my mouth.

“Fuck no.” I simply state and turn around, making my way to my room.

“Christina, come back, we need to talk.” Torilynn says as I turn around and look at her standing figure in front of me.

“Why the hell do we need to talk?” I ask, my eyes narrowed at her as she sighs.

“Please, just... we need to sort this out.” She says and I sigh, knowing that I might as well get this over with. I walk back towards her, and she a small smile is on her face.

“Fine, but I’m not going to be civil.” I hiss at her before turning around to Tom and Bill who are on the couch, Tom stretched out on it and Bill sitting up straight, a Starbucks coffee in his hand and a cigarette in the other. “What do you fucking want?” I ask and Torilynn elbows me. “What? I said that I’m not going to be civil.”

“Well,” Tom starts, pushing himself forward and resting his hands on his knees. “Bill is here to apologize for last night.” He says as his twin scoffs. “Bill.” Tom says, his eyes narrowed in annoyance at the younger twin as Bill just stares back at him, a scowl on his face. “Say it.”

“No. I do not want to. You said that you are going to take me shopping, not here. I don’t even want to be here, let alone in the same presence as that.” He spits, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his chin up in a normal diva manner.

Fucking typical.

“Bill Kaulitz, if you do not apologize and ask her to come back, I will burn your fucking Yves Saint Laurent bags and make sure the money is transferred into my account so you don’t have enough to buy more designer.” He threatens, and at the sound of his precious YSL bag collection, he turns to me.

“I’m fucking sorry, be my body guard again.” He says and I smirk down at him.

“No. Goodbye.” I say and walk towards the door; however, Torilynn has other plans as he grabs my arm—painfully, and pulls me back. “Let go off me.” I hiss and she shakes her head before pulling me towards the kitchen.

Just accept the damn apology and be his bodyguard again, we need to finish this assignment.” She whispers under her breath and I groan.

“I do not want to work with that fucking... thing! He is such a little bitchy diva!” I shout, knowing and hoping that Bill hears it.

“Just do it. Please. We’ll sort this whole thing out quickly and we can go back.” She says and I scoff.

“I knew it, you’re after my job. I’m your ticket to get a promotion. Well, fuck no to that then.” I say and turn around, trying to walk out of the kitchen.

“Christina, I’m not after your job or a promotion. I just want to get this over with and shower. Now, please, just fucking accept it. You don’t have to love the guy, just try not to kill him. However, you can hurt him all you want when you have to pull him away from the crazy fan girls. Deal?” She asks and I sigh again.

“Ugh, fine, whatever.” I mumble before walking out of the kitchen with my purse and towards the front door, where I slip a pair of high heels on and walk out.

Some intense shopping should calm me down for a bit.

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I take a lazy sip of my dry red wine just as the waiter makes his way outside and towards my table, my food on his tray. He places my Carbonara Tagliatelle with fresh creamy mushrooms and bacon in front of me before filling up my wine glass again.

“Is this the garlic bread?” I ask while pointing to the two large halves of toasted Panini smothered in garlic butter, dripping slowly onto the plate.

“Yes Miss, is there something wrong with it? I can easily take it back to the chef and he can do it to your liking.” The poor waiter looks startled and scared as he points back to the inside of the small restaurant. He must be new—poor kid.

“No no no, it looks delicious, it’s just that it is on Panini bread—I have never had it on this type of bread before, it’s different but I bet it is stunningly delicious.” I say with a warm smile and he looks instantly relaxed again.

“It has extra garlic on it; he made a mistake of putting too much. Are you alright with that, Miss?” He asks as I chew on the beautiful garlic bread that is making my mouth water even with a piece inside.

“It is delicious! Oh my god, this is the best thing I have ever tasted—and I’ve been to Italy dozens of times. Woah, I was going to ask for extra garlic when ordering anyway. Tell the chef that the garlic bread is just... fantastic!” I say with a grin and he nods happily before bowing his head and walking back into the restaurant.

I twirl the Tagliatelle onto my fork, making sure that I have some bacon and mushroom on it before lifting it up. The creamy sauce is dripping down the pasta and back onto the plate as my mouth waters at it. I don’t even realize that I am nearly finished, only a quarter of the portion is left and my stomach can take no more, even though the need to have the explosion of flavour like an instant orgasm is needed again.

I push the plate away from me and let out a sigh before finishing off the glass of wine and licking my lips.

“Was everything alright, Miss?” The waiter asks and I smile up at him.

“It was—excuse me for my language here, fucking fantastic!” I say as he takes my plate away and refills my wine glass again. “Do you mind if I have a Cappuccino and a mini lemon cheesecake, please?” I ask, as I take out my purse. “I’ll pay after the Cappuccino and the cheesecake comes.” I smile up at him as he jots down my order.

“Of course Miss, I am glad you enjoyed your meal. I will be right back with your order.” He says with a smile before turning around and walking towards the restaurant, however, he turns around again and comes back to the table. “Sorry Miss, I forgot—there is a man here to see you. Mr. Bill Kaulitz—”

I interrupt him with a wave of my hand. “No, I do not want to see him. I’m sorry; can you please not let him through?” I ask, my hands clasped together in front of me in a begging manner. “Please?”

He opens his mouth to speak, but just as he does, Bill comes through the door that leads into the garden a small smirk on his face.

“I’m so sorry; I’ll take care of it.” He says and turns to Bill. “Sir, the lady does not want to see you, plea—”

“Do you know who I am?” He asks, his pierced eyebrow arched in a diva manner. “Hmm, do you?”

“Yes Mr. Kaulitz, I do, however the lady doesn’t want to see you.” He says, gesturing to me as I watch him over my glass of wine.

“It’s alright, let him through, I’ll deal with him.” I grumble and Bill smiles in triumph at the waiter.

“I’ll have a bottle of dry white wine and a mini lemon cheesecake.” He says as he makes his way towards my table and sits down on the chair across from me. “Christina, fancy seeing you here.”

“What the hell do you want, Kaulitz? Do you want to ruin my day even more?” I ask, my tone laced with venom as he looks unfazed. However, his eyes state different—fear are visible in them.

“I just want to say that I’m sorry.” He says, his arms tensing under his jacket as I smirk. “I wouldn’t say sorry if Tom didn’t just burn one of my Yves Saint Laurent bags.” He defends himself his fingers dragging his cigarette up to his plump lush lips.

“Oh Bill, I forgave you a after I shopped, and I wouldn’t be saying this if there was no wine in my system, and you’re pretty damn lucky that I am a light weight and after a bottle of expensive and exquisite dry red wine, I spill the truth... the whole truth sort of thing.” I say and his smirk is growing.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed torturing me and losing my favourite purse.” He says with a huff as I take a sip of my Cappuccino, washing my mouth of any lemon cheesecake left.

“Well, I do have this...” I say, picking up the white and black Yves Saint Laurent paper bag that contains the same purse as the one Tom has burned. “But I don’t know if you want it or like it...” I trail off as I pass him the bag and finish off my Cappuccino. "I could always take it back."

“Oh my god! I hate you, but I love you.” He replies, his eyes glinting and a wide grin on his face. “Thank you so much.” He says as I smile up at him.

“Well, I’m gonna go and hit Chanel, Alexander McQueen and DSquared2. I haven’t hit those places yet and I need to ASAP. I haven’t got all the new season stuff, so yeah.” I say, standing up and picking up all my bags.

He quickly stands up and turns around to look at my retrieving figure. He shakes his head before running after me onto the sidewalk of the street.

“Christina, do you think I can join you?” He asks as I roll my eyes under my sunglasses.

“If you don’t act as a diva, then sure.” I reply, a small smile on my face as I stop by a Fruit and Vegetable shop. “I am having an intense craving for some strawberries.”