Do You Still Love Me
One more test
"Kay, I'm going to go and hang out with Georg, see ya in a bit." Tom said putting on his hat.
"And I'm going to go to the doctor." I say. Bill looks confused.
"Already?" He asks.
"Well I want to make sure for real that I am preggers." I giggle.
"Let's hope not." Tom says. I turn around and hit him. "WHAT DID I DO?"
"You have no comment in this!" I scream back. Bill laughs. Tom races out the door and drives away.
"I have to stay here and do some studio work." He says putting his arms around my waist.
"Aw, fine. I'll see you later babe." I says. He kisses the tip of my nose. I giggle and get out the door. He waves bye bye from the window and I wave back. I get into my car and drive to the doctor with the new GPS thingie that Bill gave me 'cause I can never find my way around Germany.
***
"Good news dear, you're not pregnant." Said the really old doctor, Dr.Kemnitz. He looked like Dr.Kelso from Scrubs. He even sounds like it but with a German accent.
"Oh, thank god. But what about the test?" I says kicking my legs back and forward on the chair.
"Oh, it must of been a malfuntion. There is no possible way you're pregnant." He smiles. I smile back.
"What about my random moodiness." I ask.
"You're still young, 18, right? You're still growing up a bit, it will go away. But it might of been targeted by something. Have you done anything stressful lately?"
"Well, me and my boyfriend Bill were caught by the paparazzi, then we had an interview with this Lilly girl who is a total bitch."
"Bill Kaulitz?" He asked sitting into the chair next to me.
"Yea," I say.
"So you're Emma?" He asks. I nod. "Could I have your autograph? My 11 year old daughter absolutely loves you. Your her idol."
"Really?" I ask wide eyed. He nods. I sign the piece of paper he gives me.
"Thank you. And about all the stress things you have going on, thats all alot to deal with. You just need a full night sleep, with out anyone around, so in your own bed." He smiles. "Here is my card, call me if you have anymore questions. Or if you have something on your mind that you want to talk about, just call, dear."
"Thank you, so much." We stand. I give him a hug. I skip out of the hospital giggling. I still want ice cream though. So I drive to the store. I skip around the isles looking for a big tub of ice cream. When I get to the isle I see a little girl crying. Her face is all red and her eyes are squinted. Her light brown hair is up in to piggie tails.
"Ich möchte Ice Cream!" She screeches. Her mom is shaking her head trying to calm the child down. The girl sees me and stops crying. She rubs the tears out of her eyes. "Mama, schau." She points to me. The mother looks.
"Oh, ja Rebbecca. ich denke, sie will zu Fuß hier." The mom says.
"NEIN mama! Es ist Emma! Das Mädchen im Fernsehen." The girl says jumping up and down.
"Excuse me, Rebbecca here is a huge fan of yours. Could you please, calm her down?" The mom asks in English.
"Ok, but could you translate, my German isn't to good." I say.
"Oh, sure, of course."
"Hi Rebbecca. Whats wrong?" I ask. I wait for the mom to translate. The little girl replies.
"I want ice cream, but mama won't let me." Says the mom.
"Why not?" I ask. The little girl replies.
"Because she won't let me." Says the mom.
"Oh, well thats ok. My parents won't let me do a lot of things either. Neither does Bill. When I want to sleep, he wants to play and sing." I say. The mom translates. The little girl smiles and giggles.
"Why don't you tell Bill you want to sleep?!" Says the mom.
"Well, I do. But Bill thinks he is the boss. He makes me and Tom get glasses of water for him sometimes." I smile. It's a lie but what ever. The girl laughs. The girl talks again.
"Well, why do you? You don't have to." Translates the mom.
"Well, when you really love someone, you will do things for them. Do you love you mom?" I ask. The mom smiles as she translates. The little girl nods.
"Ja!" She says.
"Well, then you'll let her tell you no, or tell you to clean your room." I smile. The mom translates. The girl smiles, runs to me and hugs my leg. I pat her back.
"Danke." Thanks the mom.
"No problem. Your daughter is very cute." I say. The girl talks again.
"She wants ice cream with you." Says the mom.
"Oh, I have to get home to Bill. I didn't tell him I was going to the store."
"PLEASE." Says the girl in English after the mom translates.
"And I'm going to go to the doctor." I say. Bill looks confused.
"Already?" He asks.
"Well I want to make sure for real that I am preggers." I giggle.
"Let's hope not." Tom says. I turn around and hit him. "WHAT DID I DO?"
"You have no comment in this!" I scream back. Bill laughs. Tom races out the door and drives away.
"I have to stay here and do some studio work." He says putting his arms around my waist.
"Aw, fine. I'll see you later babe." I says. He kisses the tip of my nose. I giggle and get out the door. He waves bye bye from the window and I wave back. I get into my car and drive to the doctor with the new GPS thingie that Bill gave me 'cause I can never find my way around Germany.
***
"Good news dear, you're not pregnant." Said the really old doctor, Dr.Kemnitz. He looked like Dr.Kelso from Scrubs. He even sounds like it but with a German accent.
"Oh, thank god. But what about the test?" I says kicking my legs back and forward on the chair.
"Oh, it must of been a malfuntion. There is no possible way you're pregnant." He smiles. I smile back.
"What about my random moodiness." I ask.
"You're still young, 18, right? You're still growing up a bit, it will go away. But it might of been targeted by something. Have you done anything stressful lately?"
"Well, me and my boyfriend Bill were caught by the paparazzi, then we had an interview with this Lilly girl who is a total bitch."
"Bill Kaulitz?" He asked sitting into the chair next to me.
"Yea," I say.
"So you're Emma?" He asks. I nod. "Could I have your autograph? My 11 year old daughter absolutely loves you. Your her idol."
"Really?" I ask wide eyed. He nods. I sign the piece of paper he gives me.
"Thank you. And about all the stress things you have going on, thats all alot to deal with. You just need a full night sleep, with out anyone around, so in your own bed." He smiles. "Here is my card, call me if you have anymore questions. Or if you have something on your mind that you want to talk about, just call, dear."
"Thank you, so much." We stand. I give him a hug. I skip out of the hospital giggling. I still want ice cream though. So I drive to the store. I skip around the isles looking for a big tub of ice cream. When I get to the isle I see a little girl crying. Her face is all red and her eyes are squinted. Her light brown hair is up in to piggie tails.
"Ich möchte Ice Cream!" She screeches. Her mom is shaking her head trying to calm the child down. The girl sees me and stops crying. She rubs the tears out of her eyes. "Mama, schau." She points to me. The mother looks.
"Oh, ja Rebbecca. ich denke, sie will zu Fuß hier." The mom says.
"NEIN mama! Es ist Emma! Das Mädchen im Fernsehen." The girl says jumping up and down.
"Excuse me, Rebbecca here is a huge fan of yours. Could you please, calm her down?" The mom asks in English.
"Ok, but could you translate, my German isn't to good." I say.
"Oh, sure, of course."
"Hi Rebbecca. Whats wrong?" I ask. I wait for the mom to translate. The little girl replies.
"I want ice cream, but mama won't let me." Says the mom.
"Why not?" I ask. The little girl replies.
"Because she won't let me." Says the mom.
"Oh, well thats ok. My parents won't let me do a lot of things either. Neither does Bill. When I want to sleep, he wants to play and sing." I say. The mom translates. The little girl smiles and giggles.
"Why don't you tell Bill you want to sleep?!" Says the mom.
"Well, I do. But Bill thinks he is the boss. He makes me and Tom get glasses of water for him sometimes." I smile. It's a lie but what ever. The girl laughs. The girl talks again.
"Well, why do you? You don't have to." Translates the mom.
"Well, when you really love someone, you will do things for them. Do you love you mom?" I ask. The mom smiles as she translates. The little girl nods.
"Ja!" She says.
"Well, then you'll let her tell you no, or tell you to clean your room." I smile. The mom translates. The girl smiles, runs to me and hugs my leg. I pat her back.
"Danke." Thanks the mom.
"No problem. Your daughter is very cute." I say. The girl talks again.
"She wants ice cream with you." Says the mom.
"Oh, I have to get home to Bill. I didn't tell him I was going to the store."
"PLEASE." Says the girl in English after the mom translates.
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Ich möchte Ice Cream=I want ice creamMama, schau = Mama. look.
Oh, ja Rebbecca. Ich denke, sie will zu Fuß hier.= Oh, yea Rebbecca, I think she will walk here.
Es ist Emma! Das Mädchen im Fernsehen. =It is Emma! The girl on television.