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It's Tokio Hotel, Bill+A fanboy
Bill, I keep making you get hurtBut I hope you don't mind
Because if you ever get hurt in real life, I would cry for days.
Meet Me Backstage
Chapter 10
"You saw him making out with another girl, then you left the club, and you two haven't talked since?" Katy asked. Gabe shook his head slowly, pushing the bits of pasta around on his plate. Katy took a bite of her food and continued.
"And you're not answering my calls," she said. It was true. She'd been calling him almost every hour the past few days, worried sick about him, but he never answered. It was only after she'd gone to his house to speak with him that he'd agreed to come to dinner with her.
"I lost my cell phone," Gabe replied hoarsely. Katy frowned for a while, but relaxed her expression, understanding. Gabe turned to look at the diner's door, half expecting Bill to walk through it. He turned back, moving his attention back to his food, which he barely felt like eating. Katy stared at him for a while.
"You should call him."
"I won't go after someone who doesn't want me."
"How do you know that?"
"Know what?" he asked sharply. Katy picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth with it, taking her time to answer.
"How do you know that he doesn't want you?" she asked again.
"I know he doesn't. Let's just leave it at that, okay?" he said, a little too loudly. Katy looked hurt and it made him feel guilty.
"I'm sorry, it's just, this whole thing. It's fucked up." Katy sighed.
"I just think you're doing something you'll regret by just letting go of Bill like this," she told him. Gabe understood what she was saying. Katy was almost always right but this time, he had to go with what he felt like doing, and it didn't have to be right. He glanced at himself in the mirror opposite their table, behind Katy, trying to see himself in a new light. He wasn't that bad looking, he guessed. His brown hair was too long to be called short, although it barely reached the bottom of his shirt collar. It was mostly messy and in desperate need of a cut, but he had better things to do than sit in a hairdresser's salon being at the mercy of a random woman with scissors. His skin was alright, and his features were in proportion. He was in good shape. He really wasn't that bad looking, he thought.
Katy found him staring at something behind her and she turned to see what he was looking at, glancing at the mirror. She turned back, a confused expression, which morphed back into understanding.
"You need to do something about your inferiority complex, you know that?"
"I'm working on it," he said, giving her a slight smile, which she returned. He turned back to his food, feeling his appetite slowly returning. He barely ate the last five days, only having the food his mother brought into the room for him. It was only after she had threatened to call a psychiatrist did he get up to take a bath and change his clothes. But he spent every other hour in tears. They ate in silence for a while, listening to the soft sounds of the TV behind them.
"Right now, words from a girl who says she had spent the night with, the Tokio Hotel lead singer Bill Kaulitz himself, Kim." Gabe looked up and turned towards the TV. Two women were talking to each other, a familiar looking brown-haired girl, and another, he assumed was the reporter. He put down his fork and gripped the table tightly, angry when he remembered who the girl was. He'd only seen the back of her the other day but he was unmistakable.
"That's her," he said. Katy looked at him and put her hand over his, trying to make him feel better.
"I want to ask a question that, I think many of fans out there want to know. How is Bill in the bedroom?" the reporter asked. Kim laughed, a sickening sound that made Gabe's bones turn icy, and replied.
"He's pretty bad actually. I did most of the work."
"From his looks, we were thinking the exact opposite."
"Well, I guess looks are deceiving," she said, giving that same bloody laugh. Gabe felt the sudden urge to walk to right where she was at that moment and punch her on the face. He gripped the side of the table tighter, and Katy patted his hand slowly.
"Relax, Gabe." Gabe didn't answer her, concentrating on the television.
"Any other things about Bill you can tell us?"
"He's very romantic."
"Really? In what way?"
"He couldn't stop whispering into my ear all through the night, telling me, all sorts of things."
"Like what?"
"The regular stuff, "I love you." and, "You're so beautiful." Some of it were cheesy but the rest, well, he's good with words." Gabe couldn't stand watching it anymore. He stood up from his chair and picked up his backpack, trying not to break down again. Katy took her hand back and watched him as he left the diner quickly without saying another word. She stared down at her food, not feeling the need to eat anymore and requested for the bill. The waiter went to get it and she leant back on the chair, closing her eyes because she was so tired.
Katy opened them as the waiter put the bill on her table and she dug into her wallet to pay for the food. She noticed movement from the corner of her eye and looked up. A black Cadillac she'd definitely seen before was pulling into a parking lot. She watched as Bill Kaulitz got out from the driver's seat, alone this time. He locked his car by pressing a button on the keys he was holding and looked up. He set eyes on Katy while she was still watching him and walked towards the diner with his hands in his pockets.
Bill opened the door and stepped in, approaching her. His usual confident swagger was gone and he looked pretty messed up. Katy saw him coming towards her and picked her bag up, making to get out of her seat. He stopped her.
"No, please, stay."
"What do you want?" she snapped at him.
"Please. I've been coming here every night looking for some sign of you, or Gabe. I need to talk to him." He said Gabe's name with a soft sigh.
"You said enough by making out with that whore at the fan party, and then fucking her afterwards," she said. He looked at her, wondering how Gabe could have already known.
"Oh yeah, Gabe saw you two getting it on at the fan party, and do you know how hurt he was by that? As for the sex, your chick just blabbed about it to the whole world on Entertainment Tonight. Is this what you do to the people who love you?" Katy stuffed a fifty dollar bill into the velvet book that held the bill and pushed past him, going out of the diner. Bill watched her leave, and sank down onto a chair. Gabe knowing about it and being upset was worse than Gabe not knowing about it at all. The waiter tapped him on the shoulder lightly.
"Sir, do you want anything?"
Bill shook his head, standing up and leaving. He went into his car and got into the drivers seat, breaking down once he had closed the door. He regretted being so stupid, and selfish. He started the car, barely knowing where he was going or which way he was heading. The tears in his eyes made it hard to see, and the roads were slippery. He only spotted a deer when it was too late, and lost control of his car as he swerved to avoid it. The steering wheel was no longer under his control, and he could only watch as his Cadillac crashed headfirst into a tree. The force of it made his body jerk forward, and he was thrust forward into the windshield. A sharp pain in his head and stomach were the last things he remembered.
Chapter 10
"You saw him making out with another girl, then you left the club, and you two haven't talked since?" Katy asked. Gabe shook his head slowly, pushing the bits of pasta around on his plate. Katy took a bite of her food and continued.
"And you're not answering my calls," she said. It was true. She'd been calling him almost every hour the past few days, worried sick about him, but he never answered. It was only after she'd gone to his house to speak with him that he'd agreed to come to dinner with her.
"I lost my cell phone," Gabe replied hoarsely. Katy frowned for a while, but relaxed her expression, understanding. Gabe turned to look at the diner's door, half expecting Bill to walk through it. He turned back, moving his attention back to his food, which he barely felt like eating. Katy stared at him for a while.
"You should call him."
"I won't go after someone who doesn't want me."
"How do you know that?"
"Know what?" he asked sharply. Katy picked up her napkin and wiped her mouth with it, taking her time to answer.
"How do you know that he doesn't want you?" she asked again.
"I know he doesn't. Let's just leave it at that, okay?" he said, a little too loudly. Katy looked hurt and it made him feel guilty.
"I'm sorry, it's just, this whole thing. It's fucked up." Katy sighed.
"I just think you're doing something you'll regret by just letting go of Bill like this," she told him. Gabe understood what she was saying. Katy was almost always right but this time, he had to go with what he felt like doing, and it didn't have to be right. He glanced at himself in the mirror opposite their table, behind Katy, trying to see himself in a new light. He wasn't that bad looking, he guessed. His brown hair was too long to be called short, although it barely reached the bottom of his shirt collar. It was mostly messy and in desperate need of a cut, but he had better things to do than sit in a hairdresser's salon being at the mercy of a random woman with scissors. His skin was alright, and his features were in proportion. He was in good shape. He really wasn't that bad looking, he thought.
Katy found him staring at something behind her and she turned to see what he was looking at, glancing at the mirror. She turned back, a confused expression, which morphed back into understanding.
"You need to do something about your inferiority complex, you know that?"
"I'm working on it," he said, giving her a slight smile, which she returned. He turned back to his food, feeling his appetite slowly returning. He barely ate the last five days, only having the food his mother brought into the room for him. It was only after she had threatened to call a psychiatrist did he get up to take a bath and change his clothes. But he spent every other hour in tears. They ate in silence for a while, listening to the soft sounds of the TV behind them.
"Right now, words from a girl who says she had spent the night with, the Tokio Hotel lead singer Bill Kaulitz himself, Kim." Gabe looked up and turned towards the TV. Two women were talking to each other, a familiar looking brown-haired girl, and another, he assumed was the reporter. He put down his fork and gripped the table tightly, angry when he remembered who the girl was. He'd only seen the back of her the other day but he was unmistakable.
"That's her," he said. Katy looked at him and put her hand over his, trying to make him feel better.
"I want to ask a question that, I think many of fans out there want to know. How is Bill in the bedroom?" the reporter asked. Kim laughed, a sickening sound that made Gabe's bones turn icy, and replied.
"He's pretty bad actually. I did most of the work."
"From his looks, we were thinking the exact opposite."
"Well, I guess looks are deceiving," she said, giving that same bloody laugh. Gabe felt the sudden urge to walk to right where she was at that moment and punch her on the face. He gripped the side of the table tighter, and Katy patted his hand slowly.
"Relax, Gabe." Gabe didn't answer her, concentrating on the television.
"Any other things about Bill you can tell us?"
"He's very romantic."
"Really? In what way?"
"He couldn't stop whispering into my ear all through the night, telling me, all sorts of things."
"Like what?"
"The regular stuff, "I love you." and, "You're so beautiful." Some of it were cheesy but the rest, well, he's good with words." Gabe couldn't stand watching it anymore. He stood up from his chair and picked up his backpack, trying not to break down again. Katy took her hand back and watched him as he left the diner quickly without saying another word. She stared down at her food, not feeling the need to eat anymore and requested for the bill. The waiter went to get it and she leant back on the chair, closing her eyes because she was so tired.
Katy opened them as the waiter put the bill on her table and she dug into her wallet to pay for the food. She noticed movement from the corner of her eye and looked up. A black Cadillac she'd definitely seen before was pulling into a parking lot. She watched as Bill Kaulitz got out from the driver's seat, alone this time. He locked his car by pressing a button on the keys he was holding and looked up. He set eyes on Katy while she was still watching him and walked towards the diner with his hands in his pockets.
Bill opened the door and stepped in, approaching her. His usual confident swagger was gone and he looked pretty messed up. Katy saw him coming towards her and picked her bag up, making to get out of her seat. He stopped her.
"No, please, stay."
"What do you want?" she snapped at him.
"Please. I've been coming here every night looking for some sign of you, or Gabe. I need to talk to him." He said Gabe's name with a soft sigh.
"You said enough by making out with that whore at the fan party, and then fucking her afterwards," she said. He looked at her, wondering how Gabe could have already known.
"Oh yeah, Gabe saw you two getting it on at the fan party, and do you know how hurt he was by that? As for the sex, your chick just blabbed about it to the whole world on Entertainment Tonight. Is this what you do to the people who love you?" Katy stuffed a fifty dollar bill into the velvet book that held the bill and pushed past him, going out of the diner. Bill watched her leave, and sank down onto a chair. Gabe knowing about it and being upset was worse than Gabe not knowing about it at all. The waiter tapped him on the shoulder lightly.
"Sir, do you want anything?"
Bill shook his head, standing up and leaving. He went into his car and got into the drivers seat, breaking down once he had closed the door. He regretted being so stupid, and selfish. He started the car, barely knowing where he was going or which way he was heading. The tears in his eyes made it hard to see, and the roads were slippery. He only spotted a deer when it was too late, and lost control of his car as he swerved to avoid it. The steering wheel was no longer under his control, and he could only watch as his Cadillac crashed headfirst into a tree. The force of it made his body jerk forward, and he was thrust forward into the windshield. A sharp pain in his head and stomach were the last things he remembered.
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