well it's been a while since I've been on Tamatalk, I've been on another forum called Tokio Hotel US Forum, so yeah. i'm a huge fan of Tokio Hotel and I made a story on them. it'll go by chapters, so yeah. idk if stories are allowed, i havent been on here in MONTHS so yeah. :] enjoy if u want, i just wanted to share.
PS. the whole band is included in this story ; Bill, Tom, Georg, Gustav.
Chapter 1. Before the Fame
(Flashback from the past)
I was 9 when my parents divorced. My parents were German, and we were living here in Germany. I was at the playground with Tom and Bill Kaulitz, who were my friends since we were 3, before they were famous. "They don't like each other anymore." I cried. "It's ok. My parents don't like each other either. I have a new daddy now. I got my new daddy when I was only 7!!" "But you're 10 now. Lucky. I don't think I'll have another daddy EVER again." "Of course you will, and I'll be with you till the end!" Tomi said, and we hugged each other. Bill was over playing on the merry-go-round with their friend, Gustav.
2 years later...
"Tom!!" I yelled on the phone. "What?" Tom said, annoyed. I was crying so hard I couldn't say it. "My mom's getting remarried." I said. "That's good! Why are you crying?" he asked. There was a pause in our phone conversation. "I'm moving." I said. Moving. What a big word. I was moving to America since my mother got remarried to this rich American. This American dude was a businessman, and he made big big money, and apparently, he was getting married to MY mother. "When?" Tom said. I heard a crack in his voice. "In a week." I said. "Well.. let's make this the best week of our lives." he said, and we hung up the phone. The next day, I heard the doorbell ring and it was Tom and Bill. "Guten Morgen!!" I heard them both say. "Guten Morgen." I said quietly. Tom had brought his guitar and Bill had brought his voice (no duh!). Bill was singing Durch den Monsun. I could feel tears building up in my eyes, and when they fell, I ran to them and hugged them both. "I'm gonna miss you guys!" I cried. They hugged me back. "We're gonna miss you too.." Bill said. "You won't be here to see us as Tokio Hotel." "I know. I'm sorry." I said. My heart just stopped because now, I was experiencing how it was like to be so alone.
The last day in Germany finally came. Bill, Tom and I were in their backyard, sitting down on the edge of the pool, looking up at the black sky and stars. My put my head on Tom's shoulder. "It's our last night. Goodbye, Tomi." Tom's arms were wrapped around me, and he said "Goodbye, liebe."
MORNING---
The morning came, and me, my mom and my step-dad were at the airport with Simone and the twins. We hugged goodbye to them. "Goodbye, Tom. Bye, Bill." The twins waved goodbye, and we promised that I would always call them and that they would always call me on my new cell phone. We soon boarded the plane, and hours later, we arrived at O'Hare International Airport at Chicago. We had stayed at my stepdad's huge bouse, but I still hated American life.
(Flashback ends)
It's been over 8 years. I'm 19 now, and I still hate it here, but life's been a bit easier. It hasn't been the same without Tom and Bill. The last time I called Tom was 5 years ago. Now, I can barely try to talk to him. I've made just a few friends because everyone's been teasing me about my German accent. "HAHA!" they would say. They would correct me if I didn't pronounce my R's correctly. I've gotten used to all of the drama, but once it got so bad, that I started to cut myself because of all the pain.
I missed Tom.
PS. the whole band is included in this story ; Bill, Tom, Georg, Gustav.
Chapter 1. Before the Fame
(Flashback from the past)
I was 9 when my parents divorced. My parents were German, and we were living here in Germany. I was at the playground with Tom and Bill Kaulitz, who were my friends since we were 3, before they were famous. "They don't like each other anymore." I cried. "It's ok. My parents don't like each other either. I have a new daddy now. I got my new daddy when I was only 7!!" "But you're 10 now. Lucky. I don't think I'll have another daddy EVER again." "Of course you will, and I'll be with you till the end!" Tomi said, and we hugged each other. Bill was over playing on the merry-go-round with their friend, Gustav.
2 years later...
"Tom!!" I yelled on the phone. "What?" Tom said, annoyed. I was crying so hard I couldn't say it. "My mom's getting remarried." I said. "That's good! Why are you crying?" he asked. There was a pause in our phone conversation. "I'm moving." I said. Moving. What a big word. I was moving to America since my mother got remarried to this rich American. This American dude was a businessman, and he made big big money, and apparently, he was getting married to MY mother. "When?" Tom said. I heard a crack in his voice. "In a week." I said. "Well.. let's make this the best week of our lives." he said, and we hung up the phone. The next day, I heard the doorbell ring and it was Tom and Bill. "Guten Morgen!!" I heard them both say. "Guten Morgen." I said quietly. Tom had brought his guitar and Bill had brought his voice (no duh!). Bill was singing Durch den Monsun. I could feel tears building up in my eyes, and when they fell, I ran to them and hugged them both. "I'm gonna miss you guys!" I cried. They hugged me back. "We're gonna miss you too.." Bill said. "You won't be here to see us as Tokio Hotel." "I know. I'm sorry." I said. My heart just stopped because now, I was experiencing how it was like to be so alone.
The last day in Germany finally came. Bill, Tom and I were in their backyard, sitting down on the edge of the pool, looking up at the black sky and stars. My put my head on Tom's shoulder. "It's our last night. Goodbye, Tomi." Tom's arms were wrapped around me, and he said "Goodbye, liebe."
MORNING---
The morning came, and me, my mom and my step-dad were at the airport with Simone and the twins. We hugged goodbye to them. "Goodbye, Tom. Bye, Bill." The twins waved goodbye, and we promised that I would always call them and that they would always call me on my new cell phone. We soon boarded the plane, and hours later, we arrived at O'Hare International Airport at Chicago. We had stayed at my stepdad's huge bouse, but I still hated American life.
(Flashback ends)
It's been over 8 years. I'm 19 now, and I still hate it here, but life's been a bit easier. It hasn't been the same without Tom and Bill. The last time I called Tom was 5 years ago. Now, I can barely try to talk to him. I've made just a few friends because everyone's been teasing me about my German accent. "HAHA!" they would say. They would correct me if I didn't pronounce my R's correctly. I've gotten used to all of the drama, but once it got so bad, that I started to cut myself because of all the pain.
I missed Tom.
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