My Reason For Healing Is You [Sequel to GTCTS]

Subject: My Reason For Healing Is You [Sequel to GTCTS] Fri Nov 28 2008, 03:22

||My Reason For Healing Is You|| Bill Kaulitz ||Part One||

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I woke up from my bed with a start; I turned to my left and groaned; who the heck is calling me so early in the morning. I grabbed my cell phone from my night table and flipped it open.

I mumbled a groggy, "Hello?"

"Hallo Riley."

"You b-better have a good reason for c-calling," I yawned.

"What time ist it?"

"Fifteen or maybe sixteen minutes after three in the morning." I replied holding in a yawn.

"Au Scheiße, I'm sorry." Bill stated in a startled whisper, "I don't know it was that late."

I yawned again before saying, "It's alright, what did you want?"

"Nothing, go to sleep I call you later, yes?"

"So, you w-woke me up for nothing?"

"I'm sorry, gute nacht." Bill stated.

"Shouldn't you be saying, gute Morgen?" I asked.

Bill laughed before saying, "Most likely, now I'm hanging up."

Without bothering to wait for a reply he hung up. Well thanks for waking me up from my sleep Bill. I shut my cell and placed it back on my night table before falling back onto my bed. I shut my eyes and tried to fall back to sleep.

So I decided to start the sequel to Given The Chance To Scream.
Short chapter I know.
Comments? Feedback?

that was nice and bdw tnx for writing a sequel for Given the Chance to Scream
more to come right??

||My Reason For Healing Is You|| Bill Kaulitz ||Part Two||

I walked around the classroom watching the children eating their snacks; hopefully, what happened this morning won't happen this afternoon. One child started choking on his sandwich; I really didn't know what to do.

"Miss Riley, can you help me?"

I looked down to see little Erica holding her juice box, I nodded and bent down to her height. "What would you like help with?"

"My juice."

I took her juice box and put the straw through the covered hole. After handing the juice back to her Erica stated, "Thanks."

I nodded and stood back up; I was going to walk to the other side of the room when I felt someone's hands cover my eyes. I yelped in surprise; I didn't know that there was someone older than a junior kindergartener in the room with me.

"W-who is t-this?" I stated cautiously.

I'm fine with talking with children; but when it comes to people older than eleven, I freeze up. Talking normal with children is a big step for me. I would have never gotten this far if I hadn't met Bill four months ago; in October.

When I didn't get an answer from my eye coverer I felt my eyes tear up; and I felt my shoulder tense. Hang on, I can ask the children to tell me who is covering my eyes up. "Children, w-who is c-covering my eyes?"

"A tall person!" A boy stated I recognized his voice; it was Matthew.

"A boy with girl make up! EWW!" A girl yelled, it was Andrea.

A tall male person with make-up; do I know anyone who looks like that? Think Riley, think.

"Is t-there anything else a-about this p-person?" I asked.

"He has big ha--” Brandon began to say until he was cut off by a person stating, "Nein, don't saying no more!"

Tall male person, with makeup, German accent; that fits Bill well. Am I stupid or something; it probably is Bill, but it can't be. He's all the way in Germany. I sighed and asked in a disbelieving voice, "Bill?"

I heard a sigh and the hands that were covering my eyes fell from my face. I turned around to see Bill grinning at me; he had his hair all poofed up. He looks like a dandelion, with his yellow shirt underneath his black leather jacket.

I blinked three times to make sure that I wasn't seeing things and when I believed that Bill was actually standing three feet away from me I smiled. Bill arched his eyebrow at me and engulfed me in a hug. The children started to laugh.

I pulled away from him and stated to the children, "This is my best friend now continue eating, you'll have Italian soon."

I started walking to the empty table at the front of the classroom when I saw Alex walk up to Bill.

"Hello, big person; can you open this?" Alex asked, holding out his container to Bill.

"Ja. I can," Bill replied as he took the container from Alex. Three minutes later of struggling he stuck the container out to me.

I took the container and stated, "There's a t-trick to opening this c-container. Press t-the middle and voila," I showed them the lid popped open.

Bill clapped his hands and Alex stated, "Magic!"

I nodded and sat down at the table on the mini chair; when Bill sat down he stated, "Autsch."

I gave him a look and noticed that he was rubbing his knee; he's too tall to sit properly in a child's table. I covered my mouth with my right hand to cover my smile and to stop the laugh that wanted to come out.

"Do you miss me?" Bill stated with a roll of his eyes.

I nodded and stated, "It's did you m-miss me?"

"Of course I missed you, but I'm asking you if you missed me!"

I laughed and stated, "Y-yes I did, but I w-was fixing your English."

Bill laughed, "Oh thanks."

"D-did you come here alone?"

Bill shook his head and answered, "Nein, Tom, Gustav, and Georg are here with me."

I slapped my forehead; of course, Bill called me early because he was excited that he would come back to Canada.

"Are you okay?" Bill asked arching his eyebrow at me.

"Yes, you c-called me earlier today because you were e-excited about coming, d-didn't you."

Bill nodded, "Did you sleep after? I'm sorry to wake you up."

"It took me t-twenty minutes I think to fall asleep; but don't w-worry about it," I replied.

"So you like this kinder?" Bill asked as he looked around the classroom.

"Kinder?" I repeated.

"Au. Mein bad. I mean childrens." Bill stated with a laugh.

"Oh. T-they're nice, a bit much at t-times." I replied.

"A bit much means over the top?" Bill asked.

I nodded my head and watched the children share their snacks; the principal does not want the children to share their snacks, but what he doesn't know won't make him mad.

"Riley! Don't start ignoring me again!" Bill stated as he snapped his fingers in front of my face.

"I didn't."

"Then did you hear what I sayed?" Bill demanded.

Sayed? It took all my willpower not to laugh; honestly, he talks like a three year old child. Well, at least he is learning English; I'm not even trying to learn German since I know I'll suck at--.

"Who kicked the table?" I stated.

"It wasn't us. It was poofy hair." The children stated pointing to Bill.

I turned to him and stated, "Why are y-you giving b-bad examples to the children?"

"Nein. I'm trying to get your attention."

"Alright, w-what do you want?"

Bill thought for a moment before slapping his forehead saying, "I forgot."

"Riley, since the children are watching a movie after snack you can leave earlier since I won't be needing your help." Mrs Massina stated as she entered the classroom.

When she saw Bill her eyes went wide. "Hello, I didn't see you there. You have such strange hair."

"Hallo, thanks." Bill replied with a smile.

"Are you s-sure?" I asked turning to the teacher.

She nodded and I stood up to get my black jacket from behind the teacher's desk. Once I had my jacket on I turned to Bill, "Do y-you want to come to my house?"

"Ja."

I nodded and we left the room; before we could take a few steps a child yelled, "Bye Miss Riley!"

I smiled to myself and pushed open the door, and held it for Bill.

"Thanks."

I nodded and walked down the stairs and out of the door and into the cold.

"Au mein Gott." Bill mumbled.

I turned to him and stated, "What?"

"Ist freezing!" Bill stated as he pulled his leather jacket closer to his body.

"It is F-February seven; it's coldest in February." I pointed out.

"I'm going to catch the cold, and my voice!" Bill whined as we walked into the bus shelter.

I sighed, "D-do you want to use my jacket?"

Bill looked down at me for a moment before shaking his head, "Nein, danke. I don't want you sick."

I shrugged and took off my jacket and placed it on the metal bench. Bill gasped, and I think he called me crazy; I removed my black hoodie and tossed it to Bill. The moment my bare arms felt the cold they got goosebumps. I put on my jacket and redid the buttons.

"Danke Riley." Bill stated as he wore my hoodie over his leather jacket. It's a good thing that my hoodie is big; oh my gosh, Bill looks funny.

"Y-you're welcome."

After waiting for seven minutes the bus came to a stop and Bill raced onto the bus; I laughed at him before following him onto the bus.

Comments?
You're welcome Kristy. Yes. There is more. I think.

that was awesome!!!!!!!!!!
i want more now
i loved the part when Bill goes into the classroom and all very swt and nice

||My Reason For Healing Is You|| Bill Kaulitz ||Part Three||

The moment I opened the door to my house Bill rushed in singing, "No more cold!"

I laughed and followed him inside; I unbuttoned my jacket and tossed it into the opened closet. I then turned around and shut the front door; obviously locking it. I then kicked off my ratty converse shoes and left them on the carpet by the door. I looked at Bill who was leaning against the wall unzipping his boots.

"What?" Bill asked as he looked at me.

"N-nothing, I was just m-making sure that you removed your boots."

"Duh, I'm no rude person." Bill grinned as he placed his boots by my shoes.

I walked into the living room to see Kyrista, Tom and the others sitting down on the sofas talking and laughing. What the heck is she doing here, shouldn't she be in school?

"Rista, w-why aren't you at s-school?" I questioned, why must I stutter?

"Oh hey little sister, Tom and the boys picked me up from school; you should have seen the look on Dana's and Jessica's face."

I shook my head; I do not want to imagine the look of her stupid friends' faces. Georg started laughing and pointed to somewhere behind me; I turned to see Bill walk into the living room.

"Bill what are you wearing?" Tom stated.

"Riley's hoodie, it's so cold outside." Bill shuddered as he unzipped the hoodie.

"We told you wear something warmer, but you being a baby didn't listen." Georg laughed.

"At least I'm no old man." Bill retorted as he threw my hoodie on the side of the sofa.

"Riley, the boys are going to have a North American Tour for the rest of the month, starting on Sunday."

What? Since when? How come I never knew about this? I opened my mouth and stated in shock, "R-really?"

Gustav nodded and Georg stated, "You act like you never knew."

I gulped and mumbled, "T-that's because I d-didn't know."

Bill gasped and turned to me placing his right hand on his hip and stated, "What kind of best friend you are; not knowing?"

I felt tears slowly start to form in my eyes; I blinked them away and shrugged before mumbling, "I d-don't know." I then turned around and walked out of the living room and walked into the kitchen.

Bill's right, what kind of best friend am I, not even knowing when he has a tour in this area. I walked in front of the fridge and sighed, Bill must think that I'm using him or something; when I am not. Riley, you're such an idiot.

"The fridge ist not going to open, with glaring."

I flinched at the sound of his voice, I turned away and shrugged. I heard Bill sigh, "I was only teasing. I'm glad you not know before. It gives good surprise."

I silently sighed with relief and turned to Bill saying, "H-how do you know if it w-was a g-good surprise?"

Bill only grinned and stated, "Your face light up when you sawd me."

I felt a smile slowly appear on my face, "Can I tell you s-something?"

Bill nodded and said, "You did but go head."

"Your E-English is h-hilarious."

Bill glared at me and stated, "Well your German is non speakable." Then he stuck his pierced tongue at me.

Very mature Bill. I smiled and said, "Good comeback."

Bill grinned and out of nowhere the microwave exploded open, I yelped and covered my face with my hands; what on earth? Bill stated, "Schieße!"

I heard multiple footsteps and I turned around; Kyrista entered first and stated, "Oh my God, what happened?"

I turned to my sister and stated, "D-did you put the e-eggs in the m-microwave?"

Kyrista nodded and I slapped my forehead; hard, my sister is truly an idiot; how the hell am I related to her?

"N-never, go into t-this kitchen w-without s-supervision." I stated.

Kyrista crossed her arms across her chest and stated, "What if I do, what are you going to do about it? Stutter at me, Miss Stutter?"

My eyes widened and I quickly turned around and stomped out of the kitchen and up to my room. The moment I left the kitchen tears started leaking from my eyes. I entered my room and quietly shut the door before walking and dropping myself face down on my bed. I hate my sister, so why do I still love her? She always says things that hurt me.

I hid my face in my pillow and tried to stop the tears from running out of my eyes. I heard the door open to my room; but I pretended not to hear the person walk in. The person sat themselves down on my bed; I sighed and looked up to see Bill looking down at me with concern.

I quickly wiped my eyes with my hands before sitting up cross-legged; Bill lifted his legs onto my bed and copied my sitting position. Bill stared at me for a minute in silence before saying, "Don't take serious what your sister say; Tom does things to me like that."

I couldn't help but smile about how Bill spoke in English; he is like a kindergartener.

Bill arched his eyebrow at me and stated, "What?"

"Bill, n-never learn p-proper English."

Bill crossed his arms and huffed, "You're so nice." He was being sarcastic obviously.

I looked down at his leather jacket and noticed that there were egg remains. "Um. Bill t-there's e-egg on y-your jacket."

Bill looked down at his jacket and jumped up from the bed stating, "Schieße! That is mein favourite jacket. Can I straggle your sister?"

I scrunched up my nose and stated, "S-straggle Bill? Do you m-mean strangle?" I paused to hold in a laugh, "If so, y-you cannot."

Bill stared down at my arms and stated, "Au mein Gott! Your arms ist burned."

What? Once he said that I left a slight burning sensation in my arms; I guess I didn't feel the pain because I was preoccupied. I looked down at my arms and stated, "Thanks Bill, for m-making me just r-realize the pain."

Bill shrugged and said, "Sorry, let's go put cream."

I shook my head and mumbled," It's a s-spray, and I d-don't want to."

Out of nowhere Bill grabbed my arms and he pulled me off the bed; I nearly fell flat on my face! "Bill, what the h-heck?"

"I'm not taking no for answer."

He then dragged me out of my room and pulled me after him into the washroom; wow, Bill still remembers where the washroom is even after four months?

Any comments Kristy?
My only commenter. Smile

of course xD
it was simply amazing hun!!
you have to post more for me
bdw you spell my name wrong i never noticed that its kIR not kRI pls.....

xXxKirstyxXx wrote:: of course xD
it was simply amazing hun!!
you have to post more for me
bdw you spell my name wrong i never noticed that its kIR not kRI pls.....

Ack. I'm dumb.
I'm sorry. sorry

Kirsty.
Okay, I've got that down. I hope.
It's the same for me when I'm writing my friend's name: Cirstina instead of Cristina.
I'll post more in a few minutes. =]

Spring][Nicht wrote:

xXxKirstyxXx wrote:: of course xD
it was simply amazing hun!!
you have to post more for me
bdw you spell my name wrong i never noticed that its kIR not kRI pls.....

Ack. I'm dumb.
I'm sorry. sorry

Kirsty.
Okay, I've got that down. I hope.
It's the same for me when I'm writing my friend's name: Cirstina instead of Cristina.
I'll post more in a few minutes. =]

its ok hun dw tyt ill be waiting for more!!

||My Reason For Healing Is You|| Bill Kaulitz ||Part Four||

"Riley, sit still," Bill demanded for the sixth or seventh time.

"I c-can't," I stuttered pulling my arm off the sink.

Bill sighed stating, "Your leave me no choice."

Before I could ask what he meant he grabbed my arm and held it in his grasp; his grasp was shockingly strong for a thin, not so masculine guy, no insult intended. I tried to pull my arm away, but to no avail my arm was locked in Bill's grasp. I sighed and waited for the stinging sensation on my arm.

"If you scared close eyes."

I shrugged and did what he said. A few seconds later I heard the liquid spray from the bottle and I felt it on my skin; it stung a little, but not so much that I had to make a big deal out of it. I bit my tongue to stop the sigh that almost came out; once again I've made an idiot out of myself in front of Bill.

"See, you make big deal out of nothing," Bill laughed, "I'm finished."

"Really?"

Bill nodded and recapped the bottle before placing it back on top of the cabinet; if I had to put it back I would have to stand on the toilet seat to reach the top.

After my arm spraying Bill and I walked down to the living room to where Kyrista was looking like she won the lottery; or something.

"Riley, guess what!" Kyrista stated happily as she saw us enter the living room. I shrugged and sat down beside her on the sofa.

Bill walked over and sat down in front of me then he leaned against my legs; thank God he wasn't looking at me because I felt the blood rush to my face.

"Bill you didn't tell her?" Tom questioned, smirking at my reaction.

I heard Bill gasp and slap his forehead, "Now I remember what I forgot to tell."

"How you forget when all you been talking about is that all week long?" Georg laughed.

"Not funny. Riley made me forget." Bill retorted.

What are they talking about? Bill turned around to look up at me; finally for once I'm taller than Bill.

"So you ist going to come?" Bill questioned.

"Go where?" I asked.

"We ist going to have American Tour this month and we want you two to come mit us."

They want me to go with them on tour?! Wow, just wow. Wouldn't we be burdens, and wouldn't I mess their aura? Hang on, no need to get ahead of myself our parents will never agree to letting us go on tour for nearly a month with men.

I twitched when somebody started poking my knees. I looked down to see Bill rolling his eyes at me.

"You did it again."

"S-sorry?"

Bill laughed, shaking his head.

"I d-don't think w-we can c-come," I sighed.

"Why not?" Bill pouted.

"Parents."

"Don't worry, we will talk to parents," Gustav stated.

As if on cue, I heard the front door open and my parent's yell, "We're home, what's for dinner?"

I groaned I forgot that today is my day to make dinner for us. When my father noticed the boys he stated, "Tokio Motel, right?"

"Dad!" Kyrista stated in one of her annoying voices.

"I'm only pulling your leg," he stated with a laugh, "I'm not that old that I can't remember your favourite band."

The boys laughed along with our father and then our mother stated, "I'll order some pizza? Any cert--"

Bill and Tom both cut my mother off stating, "YAY FOR PIZZA."

Our mother laughed and stated, "Boys will be boys, so pepperoni is alright?"

"Ja danke!" The boys stated in unison.

"Pepperoni pizza it is then," Our mother stated as she walked into the kitchen to make the call.

Our father plopped into the armchair next to Georg and stated, "Anything exciting happening?"

"Ja. We ist having America and Canada tour this month starting in Toronto in three days," Bill stated excitedly.

"That's great, you must be proud of yourselves."

Kyrista made a sound that sounded like she wanted our father to stop talking; I guess he's embarrassing her, which I think is great since the last time he talked to the guys he picked on me.

"We are very proud, sir." Tom stated.

I must have hearing problems; did I really just hear Tom of all people call my father, sir?

"No need for formalities," My father laughed.

"Formal-what?" Tom asked in confusion.

"Erm. It's the word used when someone calls someone else sir, madam, miss, and so forth."

"Oh. Okay."

When is anyone going to pop the question to our parents? I definitely won't. Kyrista nudged me with her elbow and sent me a silent message with her eyes and a flick of her thumb. I'm guessing it meant, later.

"Are you comfortable sitting against Riley's legs?" Our mother stated as she joined us in the living room.

"Ja. Very, she have much comfy legs." Bill stated. I could tell that he was grinning.

"Did you hear that Riley?" My father stated turning to me, "Bill loves your legs."

That comment sent Kyrista, our mother and Tom into fits of laughter; I groaned softly and pulled my legs underneath me. Bill fell back to the couch with an oufff.

Bill turned around to look up at me; he sent me a glare and stated, "That was not nice."

"S-sorry," I mumbled.

Bill sighed with a shake of his head and turned back to the others. Our mother somehow sensing the awkwardness stated, "So a tour, where are some exact places?"

Bill thought for a moment before stating, "Toronto, Montreal, New York, Las Vegas and San Francisco."

"Los Angeles?" Tom stated as if he just heard of the news now.

"I think so?" Bill replied, his answer a question.

Tom rolled his eyes and stated, "What I do know is that we having two concerts in Toronto, and two in Montreal."

In barely four months, they had gotten big in Canada; their dream was going to come true soon enough.

Gustav looked like he was going to say something when the doorbell rang; immediately I got up over Kyrista, making sure not to touch Bill in anyway and stated, "I'll get it."

I started walking to the door when Bill stated, "Me too."

I opened the door to find the pizza man holding a big bag; he put the bag down and opened the bag and got out two large pizza boxes he handed them to me and I, without thinking much handed them over to Bill who looked both happy and unhappy at the same time.

"Where I take this?" Bill stated as he put something in my hands.

"In the l-living room," I replied, when I looked at the thing that Bill put in my hands and saw three twenty dollar bills.

I gave Bill a look and he stated, "I want to pay."

Without waiting for my reaction he walked back into the living room; I turned back to the man and he handed me a two small boxes of boneless chicken bites. I held the boxes in one hand and stated, "How much?"

"There's more," The man stated as he went back into his bag.

I hope there's not a lot more because the hairs on my arms are starting to stick up with cold. He stood up and handed me a bag of brownies and another box, this time with fries; who the heck is going to eat all this?

"The total is fifty-seven dollars and seventy-five cents."

I handed him over the three bills and waited as he stared at me; probably hoping that he could keep the change. I kept in a sigh and stated, "Keep the change, thanks."

The man smiled and left, after he took a few steps I slowly shut the door, I walked back into the living room to find the boys already eating pizza; Bill had taken over my seat. I shrugged, it's better than having him use my legs as a backrest.

"Bill I l-let him k-keep the c-change," I stated as I sat cross-legged on the wooden floor on other side of my father.

"That's fine." Bill smiled.

"What, did he just pay for all this?" My father exclaimed.

I nodded as Bill stated, "I wanted to."

My father sighed and stated, "Riley, how dare you let a guest in our house pay for our dinner? It makes us seem cheap."

I gulped and shrugged my shoulders in defeat; I didn't even know why I accept Bill's money. He probably secretly thinks that I'm greedy; well there goes the thought of going on tour with them.

"We don't think you is cheap," Gustav stated.

"You have nice girls," Tom added.

"Is not Riley's fault," Bill stated, "I wanted to pay for my best friend's dinner, that is not so bad."

My father just shook his head and started to eat his pizza; suddenly I don't feel like eating anything. I stood up and walked out of the living room and into the washroom down the hall.

If it's one thing that my father hates above all things is accepting charity from others; he doesn't want to seem like a leech. I should have just waited for my mother to answer the door; I just wanted to get out of the awkwardness and all I got myself into is an even more awkward situation.

After a few minutes I exited the washroom and almost bumped into Tom who stated, "Finally!"

He sidestepped me and entered the washroom; before he could do his business I walked back into the living room where my father looked like he was contemplating something. I looked at Kyrista and she turned my way and gave me a slight nod which meant that someone told them about me and Kyrista going with them on the tour.

I sat back down in the spot that I left to go to the washroom. I could feel my father's gaze at the top of my head.

"Well, your father and I are going on a family trip to Malta to deal with some relatives and we were going to stay there for two extra weeks," My mother began, "And we were going to let the two of you stay at home alone."

"How many adults are there going to be?" My mother asked.

"There's much to count," Gustav stated, "Like our bodyguards and people like that."

"Will they be protected from those crazy fan girls by the bodyguards?"

"Of course, Mrs Galea," Bill stated.

My mother laughed and stated, "Please call me Jade."

Bill nodded and then slowly turned to look at my father; he still seemed to be in his own world.

"Mr Galea?" Bill asked softly, he seemed to be afraid of interrupting my father.
"Hmm," My father stated, "I guess they can go on a few conditions."

Bill nodded with a small smile.

"I pay you back for buying dinner." My father stated.

Bill nodded, but his smile faded a bit.

"So what's happening?" Tom stated as he entered the living room.

"We're going with you," Kyrista stated happily.

"GREAT!" Tom stated as he went over to Kyrista and kissed her on the mouth in front of my parents.

I almost slapped my forehead in dumfounded amazement; who on else would do something that stupid and daring in front of my father, other than my twin and Tom?

My father made this weird sound in his throat and stated, "The other condition is that my daughters do not get pregnant while they are on this tour."

Kyrista let out a giggle and pushed Tom teasingly away, I on the other hand stared at them like they were from outer space. My father didn't have to worry about me; I will never get close to that stage.

Bill stated something in German that I didn't quite catch, not that it matters much since my German knowledge is non speakable as Bill puts it.

"Is that clear?" My father stated.

The guys all nodded at the same time, even Tom had a serious expression on his face, like he was worried that our father would kill him.

"Well, then, you girls can go pack your bags."

Kyrista shrieked in excitement as she hugged both our parents; I on the other hand immediately left the living room and walked up the stairs to my room. I wonder what I should bring with me.

I entered my room and walked to my closet to check if I had anything worth bringing; we would be on tour for about three weeks, so I should take enough clothes to wear; even if I don't own that many outfits.

"Knock knock," Bill stated from behind me.

I turned around and noticed him in the doorway of my room; I waved him in and started pulling out some dark jeans from the back of my closet.

"Need some help with picking?"

"Picking w-what?" I replied.

"You clothes," Bill laughed, "You don't need bring many, we can buy some from shops."

"I d-don't have much m-money on me," I stated with sigh, not having a job sucks.

Bill huffed in an indignant sort of way; I turned to see him with his arms crossed.

"I'm going to be paying," Bill stated with finality.

All I could do was nod; when I nodded Bill smiled and started pulling out random things from my closet, I just realized that Bill could imitate my sister almost perfectly.

After three hours of picking and choosing I finally had my duffel bag and old schoolbag packed, I don't need anymore than that.

"Bill, you and the others will sleep in the basement for tonight," My mother called up from the staircase.

"Thanks, Jade," Bill shouted down.

Bill yawned and stated, "It's almost midnight, I guess we should go to bed. Good night."

I nodded and said, "Night."

Bill left my room and closed the door behind him, I stretched and changed out of my clothes into my black and purple pyjama pants and short sleeved shirt.

I then shut the lights and blindly made my way to my bed, I almost tripped over my duffel bag, but I crawled into bed in one piece.

DizztDizztDizztDizztDizztDizztDizzt

Who in the world could be calling me now?

I flipped open my cell and stated a suspicious, "Hello?"

"Hallo."

I let out a sigh and stated, "Bill what the heck?"

"I wanted to be like usual," Bill laughed, "You are different when on phone."

"Is that a p-problem?"

"Nein!" Bill stated, "I'm sorry about before."

I shrugged.

"I'm happy you ist coming mit us on tour."

"Me too, now go to sleep," I stated, trying to hide a yawn.

"Gute nacht," Bill laughed, and then the line went dead.

I guess he heard my yawn, I shut my phone and shoved it under my bed; then I turned over and snuggled my face into my pillow.

Long chapter for only two hours of typing.
Comments?
Should I start posting up another story?

yup you definetely have to
and that was amazing!!! more just for me pls?? its worth reading your stories!!
but pls dont write sad or meany stories will you??

xXxKirstyxXx wrote:: yup you definetely have to
and that was amazing!!! more just for me pls??
but pls dont write sad or meany stories will you??

I'll try to get the next part out soon; but first I got to type it out. tongue

Hmmm.
Writing sad and mean stories is my talent? [I have no talent].
I guess no Living with the Enemy because it's all: bloody, sad, painful, hating, loving, and hilarious.
Egad. I've got to go pick up my sister from school right now. Shocked

dw tyt anyway write whatever you want ill like everything and its not true YOU HAVE TALENT what time is it there? here its 9.15 approx. xD

xXxKirstyxXx wrote:: dw tyt anyway write whatever you want ill like everything and its not true YOU HAVE TALENT what time is it there? here its 9.15 approx. xD

Alright.

Vielen dank.

The time is 3:14pm.

||My Reason For Healing Is You|| Bill Kaulitz ||Part Five||

Before our parents left my father spoke to me in private; he told about how I had to look after the wellbeing of my older sister, because he knew that I wouldn't do things. And now, here we are saying our goodbyes before they leave for Malta.

"You girls, be good alright?" Our mother stated.

I nodded and Kyrista nodded, but I swear I saw her cross her fingers.

"If anything goes wrong don't hesitate to call us," Our father stated as he started the car.

I nodded and so did Kyrista.

Once our parents' car disappeared out of sight Kyrista exclaimed, "Finally, I thought they'd never leave!"

I rolled my eyes and followed her back into the house; tomorrow is the start of the American Tour. As nervous as I am, I'm still excited for it.

Is there a reason to be nervous? Yes, if we're always with them fans are about to know and they will jump to conclusions. I don't want to be hated by more people. I started walking up the stairs when I bumped into something; I've got to stop zoning out.

"Riley, again, you don't hear me nine time," Bill laughed.

"Sorry."

"Is okay, come I need help from you," Bill demanded grabbing onto my right hand.

He pulled me after him and to the inside of my room; what does Bill want from inside my room? I looked at my bed and noticed that there were three large suitcases spread open on it. Is that Bill's clothes?

Bill let go of my hand and stated, "Help me pick my clothes for my show tomorrow."

He's asking me to pick out his clothes to wear in front of hundreds of people? That's a lot of pressure.

"Don't have that face, anything you choose is fine," Bill grinned.

I shrugged and started looking through his suitcases.

Bill suddenly gasped and my hands froze; I turned my head to him and he cried out, "Did you wash you hands?"

I gave him a disbelieving look; Bill made my blood run almost cold because I didn't wash my hands? There is no logic in that.

"I'm only joke," Bill laughed, "You don't need to be serious face."

I shrugged and turned back to the suitcases; a few seconds later I felt Bill's presence beside me and from the corner of my eye I saw him grab a few pairs of jeans. If he's looking at the jeans then I'll look for a t-shirt. A long sleeved shirt or a jacket onstage will certainly cook Bill alive.

"Riley, which pants should I wear?" Bill questioned holding up three pairs of jeans; one was black, one was white, and one was blue with a faded colour in the knees.

The white pants is a big no way, it's either the black one or the blue one. After a few seconds of thinking I mumbled, "The blue one."

Bill nodded smiling, "Good pick, now find me shirt, bitte."

I nodded and flipped through his many shirts, without a doubt he has more shirts than I do.

I picked up a white t-shirt with black writings, but it didn't look good with the jeans; I folded it properly and placed it on my bed before grabbing another shirt. This time the shirt was completely black, it would match with the jeans, but it's too plain for a concert. Third one should be the charm. I picked up another shirt, fully aware of his eyes on me, and nodded to myself, this shirt can work. It's short sleeved, black, with a strange man's face on it. It looks cartoonish and the gold teeth are bright.

I showed the shirt to Bill and shrugged, "I like this shirt…"

Bill smiled and took the shirt out of my hands, "I like it also, and now I need to find my accessories to wear."

I nodded and Bill folded his shirt awkwardly before placing it on his jeans and on my suitcase on the floor. He started zipping up his suitcase and said, "Can you zip my other suitcase?"

I nodded and quickly zipped it up. After I was done Bill dragged both of the suitcases off the bed and they hit the floor loudly.

"What's going on up there?" Tom yelled from downstairs.

"Nothing!" Bill yelled back sending me a wink.

"Remember what her father said!" Tom warned.

His comment made the heat from my body rise up to my cheeks; Bill laughed and started unzipping a smaller bag. Where did it come from? I swear I didn't see it before.

Bill turned his bag over and dumped everything onto my bed; he reminds me of Kyrista. I rolled my eyes and got onto my bed copying Bill's sitting position which is legs crossed. On the bed in front of us were different kinds of chains and leather chains, various coloured arm warms with thumb holes and without, and rings and bracelets not to mention chocker necklaces and chain necklaces. I looked down from the pile and up to Bill's smiling face. He is so weird.

Something cold landed on my arm and I flinched in surprise, I looked up to find Bill staring at me once our eyes connected his eyes rolled. I smiled weakly. I'm such a dork. My mind wanders too much in his presence.

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Bill squealed, "It's the first day in Canada where it's official and stuff."

"That's awesome."

"On Monday we have an interview plus performance at Much Music, you know it?"

I nodded.

"Okay, let's pick me one necklace, two wrist things, and rings."

"You should wear that black thumbless arm warmer on your right arm," I offered softly.

Bill nodded, picking up the arm warmer I pointed to and placed it on the bed beside his left thigh; great, now I've got chickens in my mind. I guess my stomach is hungry. Well it is nearly seven. As if on cue I heard a low rumbling; except it wasn't from me honest!

Bill laughed, "I guess I'm hungry."

"Don't w-worry so am I."

"Then let's get something to eat," Bill grinned a toothy grin.

Someone walked into the room and snorted; both Bill and I turned to the person and Tom stated, "What do you want to order to eat?"

Bill turned to me and I nodded.
"No way man, no silent messages between my brother!" Tom groaned.

I laughed and Bill stuck his tongue out at his brother.

"WELL?" I heard my, sweet, twin yell, "What are we ordering?"

"PIZZA!" Tom and Bill yelled simultaneously.

I laughed and the brothers stuck their tongues out at each other; two eighteen year olds acting like eight year olds. It's amusing to see. I'll keep that to myself though, there's no need to say something embarrassing like that.

Kyrista suddenly walked in with the cordless phone in her hand, she had the mouthpiece covered, "What kind of pizza people?"

"What’s a pizza people?" Bill questioned, confused.

I pressed my lips together to keep a neutral face and replied, 'S-she means us."

Bill nodded while shrugging, "Lots of cheese, and pepperoni."

"Crunchy crust," Tom added.

"Pineapple and bacon pizza!" Georg stated entering my room.

Is there a come in sign outside of my doorway?

"Hi sorry for the wait," Kyrista spoke, "Two medium pizzas one with lots of cheese and pepperoni with a crunchy crust and the other with pineapple and bacon. For drink? Coke, Brisk…"

"Coke!" Tom stated.

"Sprite," Bill added.

"Coke for me and Gustav," Georg nodded.

"Three cokes and one sprite."

A few seconds later she hung up and stated, "What are you two doing in here?"

"She is helping me choose my stuff for tomorrow," Bill grinned.

Kyrista turned to me and laughed loudly, "Good luck with that, she sucks at clothes."

I sighed, why does she always have to point out my weaknesses?

Bill shook his head and started mumbling in German before smiling, "That's okay."

Tom shook his head and glared at Bill.

Kyrista shrugged, "Your loss, let's go Tomi."

Tom nodded and followed after her.

Georg laughed, "I call you guys when the pizzas here."

"Danke," Bill nodded.

With a short nod Georg left my room and I uncrossed my legs and crossed them again nervously; I hate the fact that I get all weird after a hurtful comment. I should be used to it but I'm not. Why does everything have to be so hard for me?

"W-what did y-you say in G-German?" I stuttered.

Bill sighed, "I told Kyrista that she was a jealous bitch that needs something else to do."

I smiled softly.

"I'm going to wear these rings on my fingers, yes?"

I nodded.

"Now for meine pants…"

"How about a chain?"

Bill snapped his fingers on his right hand and nodded, "Ja, with a black leather cord with it and hangs on my left side."

I nodded; Bill knows more about his style than I do.

A few minutes later of Bill sorting through his stuff he laid three different chokers on the bed, "Which one?"

I stared at them for a few silent moments and pointed to the black chocker with silver circular studs, with alternating rings. "T-this one looks nice."

Bill laughed, "They are all nice but I'll use the one you chose."

I smiled weakly and started toying with a random, simple ring with a black large circle with silver sides, between my fingers.

Bill smiled down at my hand and stated, "You want to use my ring tomorrow?"

The question struck me dumb; should I wear his ring tomorrow? What if I lose it? I shrugged.

"Is simple question, ja or nein?"

I nodded.

Bill smiled and picked out a necklace from the pile.

"This will look good too," Bill grinned handing me the necklace.

I looked at the necklace and saw that it was the Tokio Hotel logo attached to a jellylike circular strap; I smiled, "Thanks."

"Nein, thanks you," Bill nodded, "You make my life easy for tomorrow."

I nodded once.

"I just have to decided hair up or hair half up half down or all down."

What is he talking about?

Bill laughed, "Don't look confused, should I have lion mane, as girls say, or teased hair?"

What's teased hair? You know what; I'm going to choose the hairstyle that I know.

"Lion mane."

Bill nodded, "It matches the hair of my shirt."

I laughed lightly.

All I remember from the shirt is the man's golden teeth.

"PIZZAS HEIR!"

Bill jumped off the bed and yelled, "WE IST KOMMEN!"

Any louder Bill?

I shrugged smiling to myself and followed Bill out of my room to the living room downstairs. Why do they love pizza so much?

Update solely for Kirsty!
I'm sorry but this story is going to be on hiatus.
Comments?
I'll be posting up a different Bill story.

that was awesome girl
looking forward for the new story
tnx so much for continuing it for me
xxxx

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