Tokio Hotel 8 Years Durch Den Monsun competition. =)
It's my short story. I hope you like it. ;)
I can’t keep my eyes off of you…
The day the cloud glittered maddeningly on free blue sky,
with the wonderful promise of the eternal summer.
Bill Kaulitz just hurried down from the stair, and looked for the keys of the car, which ones remembered so, that in the living-room let. His long blond hair scrubbed his shoulders while he was running around up and down in the room. It started back cursing after lengthy research onto a floor in order to be allowed to examine his room again. Pushed open the door angrily, and it hurried to his desk, which took up space under his window.
- Has to be here somewhere! – major into him into the paper heap, frustrated glanced his window, then back up onto the table, but than…
- What the…? – looked up to new one when he realize the seen ones.
A girl jumped onto a piece of music in the neighbouring house's window. There was a change of short on him and a bra. His long brown hair crumbled in waves onto his shoulders.
He broke into a smile at the sight immediately. It was incredible for him how the age of this much vitality may be a morning in a girl. Bewitching leant on his elbows at the open window, and smiled incessantly, but the girl jumped towards the window at this time, and a pair realize that somebody just looks at him later with a moment. Broke into a smile confusedly, and was stamping his feet in a place. Bill raised his eyebrows by the time the girl burst out laughing playfully only, and it came near to his table.
More youger Kaulitz did not see what the mysterious girl does punctually, but it was not interested in the fact that he is there yet possibly really only, and did not run away. At this time his message coming…
„What's up?” – the girl lifted up the sheet of paper with a smile being an ear deep always yet.
Bill did not like it longer. He burst out laughing in order to be allowed to answer.
„Not much. I lost my car key.” – presented it with pretended sadness, his facial muscles returned to the curve to which used was got till now then.
„Uhhh.” – the answer arrived, with a mouth pull.
Bill pulled out a sheet yet controlled because of an impulse, and started scribbling.
„If you danced because of that, that bewitch, you may continue yet then.” – presented the new message by the time the girl burst into laughter tastily.
„Maybe next time.” – the newer sheet, a newer one complained about a smile being an ear deep.
Bill's heart omitted a beat. He felt one like this very once last already. Would he be a love? Maybe. But may not have meditated on him longer because it occurred to him that they wait for him sure already in the studio. A newer sheet taken out, and now wrote down the message changed into a slower beat.
„I gotta go. We see each other later?” – raised the paper living in hopes.
„Sure. Have a beautiful day.” – the girl presented the answer, waved at Bill, who reciprocated the gesture, then.
The one with brown hair glanced a last glance at him yet, disappeared in the room then.
Bill bewitching leant on his elbows yet always in the window, and would have liked plucking his eye vainly from the room, did not know it simply. Whole scanned the other house while the loud clatter of his telephone did not startle it from the little fragile world in which he was wandering just.
He was Tom.
Oh, my God! The studio! – jumped in for him, the table glanced at his pole where the key was lying resignedly then. Snatched it up, and hurried to work.
Everybody was watching him surprised because they noticed the change on him when he arrived. He told everything to Tom in detail in a lunch break.
Was waiting for getting home hardly, and let him be allowed to see the girl again, but all minutes trudged slowly painfully. By the time the day passed at least 20 felt it so year grew old, like this when he entered on the door, - his sibling what dealing – immediately his room rushed. Was terrified quasi, that when it looks out of a window nobody will look back upon him, like this when revised into the other window his heart again huge one stamps. He was not sure that he did not hop out from his chest. The girl was there, and looked at the stars, before would have raised his look.
When they look each other in the eye the time stopped for a moment. The girl beside herself stretched, and a sheet lifted up.
„Hello again.” – broke into a smile.
Started because of this moment on all of them in the morning, and a couple of words were had in the evening with the help of sheets of paper, because asking whether they could meet some other way was not the courage of one. Bill too avow himself occupied one was too decorous though it, that let him ask about it.
Weeks passed so. Waiting for the morning, and waiting for the evening. A day would not have been omitted, believes it was felt that they would die of it.
This day started so, than the others. Bill got up earlier in order to be allowed to talk with the girl longer, but his bad feeling arose terribly simultaneously when he was in the window. Waited his talking companion, vainly same day did not come. Disappointed went to work, one being excited in the evening then, and being worried in one tent down again at the window, but the expected person did not come.
Bill Kaulitz just hurried down from the stair, and looked for the keys of the car, which ones remembered so, that in the living-room let. His long blond hair scrubbed his shoulders while he was running around up and down in the room. It started back cursing after lengthy research onto a floor in order to be allowed to examine his room again. Pushed open the door angrily, and it hurried to his desk, which took up space under his window.
- Has to be here somewhere! – major into him into the paper heap, frustrated glanced his window, then back up onto the table, but than…
- What the…? – looked up to new one when he realize the seen ones.
A girl jumped onto a piece of music in the neighbouring house's window. There was a change of short on him and a bra. His long brown hair crumbled in waves onto his shoulders.
He broke into a smile at the sight immediately. It was incredible for him how the age of this much vitality may be a morning in a girl. Bewitching leant on his elbows at the open window, and smiled incessantly, but the girl jumped towards the window at this time, and a pair realize that somebody just looks at him later with a moment. Broke into a smile confusedly, and was stamping his feet in a place. Bill raised his eyebrows by the time the girl burst out laughing playfully only, and it came near to his table.
More youger Kaulitz did not see what the mysterious girl does punctually, but it was not interested in the fact that he is there yet possibly really only, and did not run away. At this time his message coming…
„What's up?” – the girl lifted up the sheet of paper with a smile being an ear deep always yet.
Bill did not like it longer. He burst out laughing in order to be allowed to answer.
„Not much. I lost my car key.” – presented it with pretended sadness, his facial muscles returned to the curve to which used was got till now then.
„Uhhh.” – the answer arrived, with a mouth pull.
Bill pulled out a sheet yet controlled because of an impulse, and started scribbling.
„If you danced because of that, that bewitch, you may continue yet then.” – presented the new message by the time the girl burst into laughter tastily.
„Maybe next time.” – the newer sheet, a newer one complained about a smile being an ear deep.
Bill's heart omitted a beat. He felt one like this very once last already. Would he be a love? Maybe. But may not have meditated on him longer because it occurred to him that they wait for him sure already in the studio. A newer sheet taken out, and now wrote down the message changed into a slower beat.
„I gotta go. We see each other later?” – raised the paper living in hopes.
„Sure. Have a beautiful day.” – the girl presented the answer, waved at Bill, who reciprocated the gesture, then.
The one with brown hair glanced a last glance at him yet, disappeared in the room then.
Bill bewitching leant on his elbows yet always in the window, and would have liked plucking his eye vainly from the room, did not know it simply. Whole scanned the other house while the loud clatter of his telephone did not startle it from the little fragile world in which he was wandering just.
He was Tom.
Oh, my God! The studio! – jumped in for him, the table glanced at his pole where the key was lying resignedly then. Snatched it up, and hurried to work.
Everybody was watching him surprised because they noticed the change on him when he arrived. He told everything to Tom in detail in a lunch break.
Was waiting for getting home hardly, and let him be allowed to see the girl again, but all minutes trudged slowly painfully. By the time the day passed at least 20 felt it so year grew old, like this when he entered on the door, - his sibling what dealing – immediately his room rushed. Was terrified quasi, that when it looks out of a window nobody will look back upon him, like this when revised into the other window his heart again huge one stamps. He was not sure that he did not hop out from his chest. The girl was there, and looked at the stars, before would have raised his look.
When they look each other in the eye the time stopped for a moment. The girl beside herself stretched, and a sheet lifted up.
„Hello again.” – broke into a smile.
Started because of this moment on all of them in the morning, and a couple of words were had in the evening with the help of sheets of paper, because asking whether they could meet some other way was not the courage of one. Bill too avow himself occupied one was too decorous though it, that let him ask about it.
Weeks passed so. Waiting for the morning, and waiting for the evening. A day would not have been omitted, believes it was felt that they would die of it.
This day started so, than the others. Bill got up earlier in order to be allowed to talk with the girl longer, but his bad feeling arose terribly simultaneously when he was in the window. Waited his talking companion, vainly same day did not come. Disappointed went to work, one being excited in the evening then, and being worried in one tent down again at the window, but the expected person did not come.
The days, and the weeks passed by, and Bill started feeling
increasingly emptier. Within, as if quietly, and would have been dying slowly.
Even his sibling did not know it to a better mood to clarify, made an attempt
vainly. The junior one all mornings, and it spent an evening in a window in
order to be allowed to see the girl again. Now, it occurred to him in order not
to know the girl's name only yet that he had time to think in his solitude. The
memory penetrated into his mind as a terrible black patch. That let him be
allowed to correct the space alone, onto the girl's smile, and thought of his
deep brown eyes. He broke into a smile.
- Angel. – dropped the word. Angel. Yes, it may have been only. It looked up onto sky. A star did not glitter. The grey clouds covered everything. – Where you may be? – asked the sky it. He trembled with the thought that his trouble may have set about him possibly quasi within. Tried to shoo away the thought, but it simply struck root himself somewhere in the deepest dot of his heart. The radio was on silently behind it when a familiar melody sounded up.
„I'm staring at a broken door
There's nothing left here anymore
My room is cold
It's making me insane…”
Bill listened to the song brooding longer.
„I've been waiting here so long
But now the moment seems to've come,
I see the dark clouds coming up again.”
It started humming the refrain staring outward unintentionally on a window.
- „Running through the monsoon
Beyond the world
Til' the end of time
Where the rain won't hurt
Fighting the storm
Into the blue
And when I lose myself I'll think of you
Together we'll be running somewhere new
Through the monsoon
Just me and you… - he closed his eye before his tears could have spilled out.
- Angel. – dropped the word. Angel. Yes, it may have been only. It looked up onto sky. A star did not glitter. The grey clouds covered everything. – Where you may be? – asked the sky it. He trembled with the thought that his trouble may have set about him possibly quasi within. Tried to shoo away the thought, but it simply struck root himself somewhere in the deepest dot of his heart. The radio was on silently behind it when a familiar melody sounded up.
„I'm staring at a broken door
There's nothing left here anymore
My room is cold
It's making me insane…”
Bill listened to the song brooding longer.
„I've been waiting here so long
But now the moment seems to've come,
I see the dark clouds coming up again.”
It started humming the refrain staring outward unintentionally on a window.
- „Running through the monsoon
Beyond the world
Til' the end of time
Where the rain won't hurt
Fighting the storm
Into the blue
And when I lose myself I'll think of you
Together we'll be running somewhere new
Through the monsoon
Just me and you… - he closed his eye before his tears could have spilled out.
1 month passed since he did not see the girl. Felt it so end
of story, is not longer. More did not want disappointment. Decided that more
will not be waiting in the window, and to wait while the pain consumes it
totally from within.
They had to go onto a discussion today, like this well gathered up his things after an awakening, and the window was struggling along yet only closer neither to go. One hour going by already with Tom, Georg, and with Gustav they were in a theatre. The producer waited for them already, and welcomed them with a wide smile. Just that guitar strings had a couple of words twanging broke their talk, which a song followed,.
They had to go onto a discussion today, like this well gathered up his things after an awakening, and the window was struggling along yet only closer neither to go. One hour going by already with Tom, Georg, and with Gustav they were in a theatre. The producer waited for them already, and welcomed them with a wide smile. Just that guitar strings had a couple of words twanging broke their talk, which a song followed,.
„What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive.
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time…”
A girl with long brown hair was sitting with a guitar in her hand. His red long dresses scrubbed the land.
Bill recognised her promptly. Spellbound was watching her every single moment.
„'Cause it's you and
me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people – the girl lifted up her head, her with eyes full of tears found it immediately then, who already like that for a long time expected. - And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you…
Tears accumulated into Bill's eye, but did not take his look off the girl for a moment while she played the song longer.
The girl went with slow steps to Bill when the song understands an end. They looked each other in the eye deeply. They did not try to conceal the tears. There was not need for it simply. There was a moment only by the time the girl fell into Bill's neck, and embraced it tightly. The guy did not hesitate, embraced the girl.
- Angel… - whispered it in Bill's ear. – My name is Angel.
- You were missing so. – hummed it her neck Bill.
- I miss you too. In the single moment of each single day, everything. – just drew away from him only so much, that let them be allowed to look each other in the eye. – But I had to go away onto Hungary in order to be allowed to arrange my papers, and let me be allowed to move here finally.
- Why you did not speak? – asked it on a subdued sound.
- I received an immediate summons. – the girl was whispering it while she folded her hand with the guy.
- What you would say to a lunch? – Bill smiled.
- Sounds good. – the girl reciprocated the smile.
- Hey hey, and with us come on? – Tom asked it scared.
- You can talk everything over without me. – the singer smiled at him, they started having an effect on a hand with Angel then the exit, and maybe towards a new life.
- By the way... - looked out on the girl. – My name is Bill…
And it's you and me and all of the people – the girl lifted up her head, her with eyes full of tears found it immediately then, who already like that for a long time expected. - And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you…
Tears accumulated into Bill's eye, but did not take his look off the girl for a moment while she played the song longer.
The girl went with slow steps to Bill when the song understands an end. They looked each other in the eye deeply. They did not try to conceal the tears. There was not need for it simply. There was a moment only by the time the girl fell into Bill's neck, and embraced it tightly. The guy did not hesitate, embraced the girl.
- Angel… - whispered it in Bill's ear. – My name is Angel.
- You were missing so. – hummed it her neck Bill.
- I miss you too. In the single moment of each single day, everything. – just drew away from him only so much, that let them be allowed to look each other in the eye. – But I had to go away onto Hungary in order to be allowed to arrange my papers, and let me be allowed to move here finally.
- Why you did not speak? – asked it on a subdued sound.
- I received an immediate summons. – the girl was whispering it while she folded her hand with the guy.
- What you would say to a lunch? – Bill smiled.
- Sounds good. – the girl reciprocated the smile.
- Hey hey, and with us come on? – Tom asked it scared.
- You can talk everything over without me. – the singer smiled at him, they started having an effect on a hand with Angel then the exit, and maybe towards a new life.
- By the way... - looked out on the girl. – My name is Bill…
The End.
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