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xxskittlez — 2008-08-13T08:14:00Z

hey guys, it's me, victoria (xxskittlez)

A lot of you have read my story If You Love Something Let it Go, and Secrets and Lies, which I just started. I havn't written for about 2 weeks, since I was on vacation- sorry!

I've decided I don't want to continue with Secrets and Lies, because I don't really like the plot.

SO. I'll be starting a BRAND NEW story sometime in August. :)

Just wanted to let you guys know what's happening and why I've been so MIA lately. you guys all rockkk<3

♥

Secrets and Lies. ~Chapter THREE~

xxskittlez — 2008-07-29T13:57:00Z

Finally, the chapter you guys have been waiting for!

ANGEL

Angel and Isabella stood infront of the door to the large venue, hearing people talking and laughing inside. "Iz, I'm nervous." Isabella grinned and took out her lipgloss, swiping it across her lips. "Why? You look great, you should be excited!" Angel nodded, then turned her attention to the door. "I am, I am. Should we go in then? It's 10 to seven." Isabella shoved the lipgloss back into the back pocket of her jeans, then placed her hand on the handle of the large door. "Ready?" Angel gulped then nodded reluctantly. As Isabella opened the door, the two girls stepped inside, their eyes adjusting to the darkness. It wasn't a huge venue, probably around 500 people max. Angel saw people on the stage setting up the equipment, preparing for the show later that night. She was still surveilling the room when she heard someone speaking to her. "Uh, sorry, what?" Standing infront of her, was a tall man glaring down at her and Isabella, holding a clipboard and a pen. He repeated the question, enunciating every word. "Do you have your passes? For the meet and greet?" Angel nodded, then reached into her purse, pulling out two shiney orange passes. Finally, the man smiled and marked something on the sheet he was holding. "Excellent. I'm Saki, one of the band's bodyguards. If you'll follow me, you can wait in the room with the others who're waiting to meet the band." He turned around, and they followed behind him. Isabella gripped Angel's arm in excitement, and Angel grinned back, trying to surpress the urge to jump up and down screaming like a crazy fan girl. Finally, they reached a door with a sign reading 'V.I.P'. Angel's smile grew wider and she turned her attention to Saki, who had begun speaking again. "You girls go in here. I'll come back in about 10 minutes with the boys, and you, aswell as the other fans can talk with them for about half an hour." With that, he walked away. The two girls opened the door, only to see 30 other girls waiting, shrieking, and talking(very loudly) about how much they love Tokio Hotel.

Isabella and Angel had been sitting on one of the long, red couches talking about the concert later, when there was a knock on the door. Suddenly, the room was deathly silent. The groups of talkative girls were suddenly quiet, and everyone was eyeing the door. Then, Saki's voice could be heard. "Okay girls, everyone ready? Here's the guys." He opened the door, and the screaming started all over again. Bill, Gustav, Georg, and Tom all walked in, looking as cool and collected as ever. Screams of "I love you Bill!" and "Marry me, Tom!" were heard, and some girls were even crying because they were so close. Saki looked at the boys seriously. "I'm going to go see if the crew needs help. Mingle with the girls, talk to them. I'll be back in 30 minutes. Shout if you need help." With that, he left the room, leaving the girls to swarm around the boys. Bill waved happily, grinning at all the girls. "Hi, everyone!" Everyone screamed louder- including Angel and Isabella. The boys all went to seperate corners, so that the girls could talk to whatever band member they liked. Isabella nudged Angel. "Go talk to Tom." Angel jumped up and down, giggling nervously. "Okay, are you going to come?" Isabella shook her head. "Na, I want to talk to Gustav- he's so cute!" Angel giggled again as Isabella walked towards Gustav, grinning widely. Angel glanced over her shoulder, only to see Tom a few metres away from her. She walked towards him, her high heels making sharp noises with every step.

TOM

I hope this is over soon...all these girls are driving me nuts. None of them are even hot. Oh wait, one of them is talking to me. Okay, smile, nod and pretend you care. Tom smiled, directing his attention to the girl talking widely infront of him. Usually he didn't mind these meets, but he felt sick tonight and wasn't in the mood. A bunch of girls were grabbing his shirt, and he felt his dreadlocks being pulled in different directions. He grit his teeth, willing himself not to say anything. All the girls looked like lovesick puppies, staring at him with admiration- it was nice though. "Tom, do you have a girlfriend?" "Tom, do you like blondes?" "Tom, can I have a picture?" "TOM TOM TOM!" Tom looked from girl to girl, as they all fired off different questions. "No..I'm single. It doesn't matter if the girl's blonde or not...everyone can get a picture..." He tried to answer all the questions, sighing. Suddenly, he spotted a girl walking towards him. Not just any girl. The girl. Much more attractive than any of the other girls around him, she was wearing the hottest jeans, and she had the most gorgeous face. Tom was in awe, his mouth gaping open a bit. He pushed past all the other girls, ignoring their annoyed faces at being pushed aside. "Tom, tom, where are you going????" They all questioned him at once, but he ignored them, walking closer to the girl, so they were side by side. He held out his hand and tried to stop his palms from sweating. Why do I suddenly feel nervous? It's just a girl. She smiled, and shook his hand. Tom played with his lip ring before deciding what to say to her.

"Hey."

Secrets and Lies. ~Chapter THREE~

xxskittlez — 2008-07-28T18:11:00Z

Finally, get to post a chapter! I dunno, for the past couple days I just didn't feel like writing anything. ;D to make up for it, here's a looonggg chapter. I know I promised that she would meet Tom this chapter, but that's not possible unless I make the chapter super long, and I don't want to bore you guys. I PROMISE PROMISE PROMISE that chapter four will introduce Tom and the rest of the band. :) comments, please. I love hearing what you guys think of the chapters, and I put a lot of work especially into this chapter.

"Running through the Monsoon, beyond the world to the end of the time, where the rain-" Angel ran across her room, desperate to answer her phone before the caller hung up. She flipped it open, and breathing heavily pushed the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Ang! It's Isabella. I'm going to be at your house in 10 minutes. You ready?"

Angel sighed in frustration. "No Iz, I'm not ready for the most important day of my life." She heard an annoyed huff on the other end, and immediately regretted being sarcastic with her friend. "Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"Don't worry, I understand. Look, I gotta go, I just called to let you know when I'm coming, and see if your ready, and-"

Angel cut her off. "Iz, breath! I'm ready, look, I need to finish my make-up. I'll see you soon, okay?"

Silence, and Angel could hear Isabella talking angrily with her mother in the background. "Okay okay! ..No, Um not you Ang, okay, see you in ten!"

Angel heard a beep as Isabella hung up, and she couldn't help thinking about the annoyance in Iz's voice. No wonder, probably her super strict mom was bothering her again for something pointless. No, no, this was no time to worry about Isabella- in an hour, she would be meeting Tom Kaulitz. Tom Kaulitz. Tom Kaulitz. Angel said his name in her head two extra times in hopes of it making her less nervous- no luck. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror- "SHEISSE!" With her minimal German, Angel had remembered her make up- or more so, lack of make up. She hurried to the bathroom, so she could do her makeup with no distractions. She would not meet Tom with no makeup on! That was like..going to a wedding wearing overalls! All of these thoughts were pushing themselves into Angel's brain, and she felt like she was going to explode. The bathroom door closed with a loud bang as Angel closed it behind her, hoping to calm herself before she had to leave for the concert venue.

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Doooo-daaaaaaa. The doorbell rang, and Angel's mother hurried to open it, and not leave the person standing in the cold. She opened the door, and a smile lit up her tired face. "Isabella! Come in, come in." Angel's mom waved to Isabella's mom, who waved back before driving away in the red Mustang. "Hi Mrs. Merndi! Is Angel ready? We're supposed to be there at..." She flipped open her cell phone, checking the time. "Seven. And it's six-thirty, already." Angel's mom nodded, and gestured for Isabella to follow her into the kitchen. "I'll call her down, I'm pretty sure she's ready." Isabella took a seat on the brown oak chairs, while Mrs.Merndi walked towards the coffee pot. "Cup of coffee before you go, dear?" Isabella nodded eagerly. Hot coffee sounded great right about now. "Yes, please. It's freezing outside! I even think it's starting to snow a little bit." Angel's mother handed her the cup filled with coffee, then wiped her hands on a nearby towel. "Snowing? Oh my. Are you sure you're able to drive? I mean, I would gladly drive you girls..." Her voice trailed off as peered out the window, tutting in disapproval. Isabella took a long sip of coffee, then placed her cup down. "No, I'm fine. I turned seventeen a couple months ago, so I'm used to driving now. Plus Angel has her lisence too, since she recently turned sixteen, so she can drive if I'm not feeling up to it, or anything." Angel's mother nodded her head slowly, then walked to the doorway of the kitchen. "I just want what's best for you girls. But alright, I trust you two." She stuck her head out of the door way. "ANGEL! COME DOWNSTAIRS! ISABELLA IS HERE AND YOU GUYS NEED TO LEAVE IF YOU WANT TO MAKE IT ON TIME AND-" Isabella cringed at the loudness of Mrs.Merndi's voice, then covered one ear with her hand as Angel interrupted her mom, in an even louder voice. "OKAY MOM, I'M COMING. I'LL BE RIGHT THERE, CALM DOWN." Angel's mom walked back to the kitchen table, and sat down, flashing Isabella an apologetic smile. "Sorry about that. That girl won't listen unless I yell." Isabella laughed, because it was true. Angel had the nasty habit of purposley ignoring people for as long as she could. "Ah, here she is." Angel's mom declared, as she heard Angel's footsteps on rickety staircase. Angel walked in the doorway of the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee machine.

"Hey, Izz." She poured herself a cup of coffee in one of the portable car coffee cups, then turned towards her best friend and mother. Isabella was staring at Angel so hard, that her mouth dropped slightly in disbelief. Angel shifted her weight from one foot to another nervously, her cheeks turning a light pink. "What? Is it..is it too much? Ugh, I know my outfit looks horrible, doesn't it! Doesn't it?" Isabella wrapped her hands around the coffee cup, and nodded her head up and down. "Ang...you look gorgeous!

Angel walked closer to the two of them so they could get a better look at her outfit. After many hours of deliberation, she had decided on an outfit that even she was happy with. She wore a cream coloured halter top, which had black accents. Deciding on the bottoms had been the hardest part, since she didn't want to wear shorts, or a skimpy skirt. She ended up choosing her dark wash skinny jeans, the pants that she had forgotten she had. To finish off the entire look, she chose bright silver platform heels. There was no way Tom could miss her in those, right? Angel's mom cleared her throat, then directed a disapproving glance towards her daughter. "Ang, don't you think those heels are a little...high?" Angel glanced down at her shoes then shook her head defiantly. "No mother, I don't. I think they look fabulous." Isabella stood up and eyed them, excitedly. "I agree! Those are rad, where did you get them?" Angel's face released into a huge grin as she stoof next to Isabella. "I remember getting them last year around Valentines. I saw them at a boutique downtown, and I had to get them." Isabella's eyes widened at the story, eyeing the heels in envy. "They're awesome. Tom's going to have no idea what hit him." Angel's hand swept to her hand in shock. "Ohmygod, we have to go! We're going to be late! I am not going to miss this chance to meet my future husband!" Angel's mom sighed in exasperation at her daughter's outburst. "Okay girls, you should leave. Have fun, drive safe..." The girls headed to the door, when Angel's mother followed them out. "When can I expect you two to be home? I know you're sleeping over tonight Isabella, but I'd like an approxamite time please." Angel eyed Isabella warily, forcing herself not to roll her eyes. "Well the meet and greet is at seven, and the concert starts at eight-thirty, so we'll probably be home by ten-thirty, eleven." Angel's mom nodded, then opened the door for the girls. "Have fun, you two." Angel's car was parked outside in the driveway, and she turned to Isabella. "You driving?" In response to Isabella's nod, she threw her the car keys, and they clampered into the car. They waved to Mrs.Merndi, and watched as she shut the door, cranking the radio to full blast as they drove down the deserted street. Angel turned to Isabella, grinning, as the wind whipped through their hair as they sung to the song on the radio at the top of their lungs, dreaming about the events that would take place later that night.

TOP:

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BOTTOM:

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SHOES:

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Secrets and Lies. ~Chapter TWO~

xxskittlez — 2008-07-26T08:58:00Z

ANGEL:

Angel stood infront of her closet, surveilling the mess infront of her. It looked as if a tornado had hit- all of her clothes were scattered throughout the large room. "It's official. I have nothing to wear." She heard Isabella sighing on the other end of the phone. "Ang, you have tons of clothes." Angel nodded, then remembered that Isabella couldn't see her nodding, since she was on the other end of the phone.

"Izz, this is different. I need to wow Tom."

"Alright, why don't you wear your..." Silence. "Black mini skirt?"

"Too trashy."

"Orange tank top wih the glitter?"

"Ugh, definately not. That shirt makes me look flat." Sigh.

"Fine. You can't go wrong with a white shirt."

"But that's so boring!"

Angel flopped down on her bed in frustration and thrust the phone on her ear. "Izz, we're meeting them tommorow. It's been six days since we won the contest, and I still didn't decide what to wear! I need to pick out my outfit tonight, since I'll be insanely nervous enough tommorow." "Well I just gave you a bunch of ideas and-" Angel groaned and cut off her friend in the middle of her sentance. "What are you wearing tommorow?" Angel heard a bunch of static on the other end, then it stopped. "Me? Uh, I'm wearing my blue skinny jeans, orange high top converse, and my yellow babydoll shirt." Angel pictured Isabella's outfit in her head- and it looked great. She tried to keep the jealousy out of her voice as she commented on the outfit- and failed. "Izz, that will look amazing." She moaned, eyeing her own closet. "Then again, anything looks great on you." Even though Angel and Isabella were best friends, they were as different looking as a cat and dog. Angel had waist-length blonde hair, with brown highlights. Her wide brown eyes gave her that innocent look, which is why she always wore black eyeliner. Isabella had black hair with red tips, that she had recently cut to her shoulders. Her stunning blue eyes always attracted the attention of people, aswell as her lip piercing. Angel could hear Isabella sighing in annoyance on the other end. "Ang, you know you always look fabulous. You're going to blow Tom away." Angel couldn't stop the huge grin that was spreading from one side of her mouth to the other. "You think?" "I know." Angel sat up from her bed and stood up, fixing the creases in her grey ruffled skirt. "Well then, I better go pick out what to wear!" Isabella's laughed on the other end, saying bye before hanging up.

Without talking to Izz, her room was eerily quiet. "I need some music in here, to help me think about my outfit." She muttered to herself, grabbing the remote to her Ipod sterio system. Clicking play, the sound of "Love is Dead" immediately filled the air.

"We die when love is dead, we lost a dream we never had." Angel couldn't help herself, she started playing air guitar and jumping around, flipping her air from side to side. She kneeled on the floor, playing her imaginary guitar and thrashing her head with the music. She would've kept dancing too, if she didn't hear shushed giggling from her doorway. She stopped, and glancing up, she saw her 13 year old brother, with two of his friends, watching her dance. "You little creep!" She screamed, and lunging for the door, all three boys ran the opposite directions, her brother yelling "retreat!retreat!retreat!" as they sprinted to his room. "Don't you ever come in here again!" She called to his room, her cheeks turning slightly pink. Her brother laughed and held up a video camera. "Don't have to- got it all on tape!" "UGH." Angel screamed, slamming her door loudly, hearing her brother and his friends laughing. Her brother was such a dweeb. She couldn't wait to meet a real man, she couldn't wait to meet Tom. Just thinking about him, made Angel go into complete fangirl mode. I mean, he was perfect. His lip piercing, his eyes, his lips... Oh my god, his lips. Imagine kissing those lips... EEEKKKKKKKKKK. Angel squeeled loudly just at the thought.

"Angel, Dinner!" She heard her mom calling her for dinner, and sighed in annoyance. This was not a good time for dinner- she was deciding her outfit for the most important day of her life. Maybe if she ignored her mom, she would let her stay up here. After 3 minutes, Angel heard her mother calling again. "ANGEL! DINNER! I'm not asking again!" She called, louder this time. Angel rolled her eyes. "Coming, mom." She opened the door to her room, immediately the scent of spaghetti and garlic bread filling her nostrils. Mmm.. Maybe she could take a small break, just to eat. She'd decide her outfit after- and one way or another, she would wow Tom Kaulitz.

Comments, please! <3 The next chapter will probably be when she meets Tom- so keep reading! ;)

Secrets and Lies. Chapter ONE. --new story--

xxskittlez — 2008-07-25T12:39:00Z

I got a lot of positive feedback on my first story, "If You Love Something, Let it Go" so here's the new one I promised. The story starts of slow, but I promise it'll heat up soon. :) Don't forget to comment after reading!

"You're a freak." Angel burst out laughing as her best friend, Isabella surveilled her room. Every inch of her walls were covered with Tokio Hotel posters, and pictures she had printed out from the internet. Isabella walked to the other side of the room, and pointed to one of her pictures. "Who's that?" Angel grinned. "That's Tom Kaulitz. He plays guitar in the band, and he's my absolute favourite." Isabella nodded, rolling her eyes slightly. "I can tell. Most of these pictures are of him. He's cute, though." She walked back to the middle of the room, where Angel was sitting, her short legs crossed beneath her. "Why did you want me to come over anyway?" Angel motioned for her to sit, and Isabella gladly obliged, her feet sinking into the soft, white carpet. "Tokio Hotel is coming to play here next week, and Q 104.5 is giving away tickets and a chance to meet them!" She squealed loudly, her brown eyes lighting up with excitment. Isabella wiped her blonde hair away from her eyes and lifted one eyebrow. "And that has to do with me because...?" Angel rolled her eyes. Isabella could be so slow sometimes. "Because you have to be caller 15 to win the tickets, and you're going to help me call in." She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket, and Isabella did the same. Isabella could see by her friend's huge grin that this ment a lot ot her, so she sighed and smiled. "Alright. Let's do this. When does the contest start?" Angel looked at the huge heart-shaped clock on her wall and gasped. 2:40. "In five minutes!" She crossed her fingers on her other hand and bit her lip nervously. "I hope one of us ends up winning these tickets." Isabella patted her back reassuringly, inhaling the scent of Angel's Vanilla body lotion. "I have a good feeling about this."

Angel threw her phone angrily on her bed. "Busy, busy, busy! The only time I got through, and I was caller 8." She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted. Isabella was still trying to call in, when she her eyes suddenly widened. "Caller 12!" Angel shrieked. "That's so close!" Isabella pointed to the bed, non-verbally telling Angel to get her phone. Angel stood up quickly and almost ran to her bed, and grabbing her phone. She dialed the number to the radio station quickly, hearing the phone ring. "It's ringing, it's ringing!" She whispered excitedly, earning her a thumbs up from Isabella. The ringing stopped, aswell as Angel's heart. She was about to hang up, when she heard a voice from the other end. "Congragulations, caller fifteen! What's your name?" Angel dropped her phone to the ground in shock, and started screaming. "OH MY GOD. I'M CALLER 15. OHMYGOD." Isabella was on the floor laughing, when she heard voices from Angel's phone. "Hello? Hello? Are you still there?" Isabella gasped. "ANGEL. Go pick up the phone!" Angel stopped dancing, and tried to contain her excitement. She grabbed her phone in record speed, and shoved it to her ear. "I'm here, I'm here! My name's Angel, I'm 16." She was still trying to catch her breath from all the dancing and screaming, but her beating heart was still going about 90 beats a second. She heard the radio host laughing. "Well, Angel, you're caller 15, and you know what that means. You've won two tickets to the Tokio Hotel concert on November 23rd, aswell as two VIP passes for you and a friend to meet the band!" Isabella grinned, even she was excited now, and she wasn't a die hard TH fan like Angel . "Thank you soo much!" Angel gasped into the phone, still trying to comprehend the fact that she actually won. "But wait! That's not all! Just because we're so generous, here at Q 104.5, we're throwing in a free Tokio Hotel sweater!" This time, Angel screamed into the phone for a good 20 seconds straight. "THANK YOU SO MUCH!" The radio host was just beginning to play Ready,Set,Go! when he asked Angel one final question. "Who's your favourite radio station?" Angel grinned. "Q 104.5!" She shouted into the phone, hearing the host hang up as the song continued to play. Isabella stood up and grabbed Angel's arm. "Angel! You won! You got the tickets! Do you know what this means?" Angel shook her head slightly, getting a light punch from Isabella. "Ang, You're MEETING TOM KAULITZ!" The room was silent as Angel's mouth dropped in shock. "OHHH MYYY GOOODDDDDD." Isabella burst out laughing as Angel let out a very loud scream, and started jumping up and down frantically. The two girls heard hurried footsteps coming up the stairs, and then the sound of Angel's mother's voice.

"Girls! What in the world is going on here? It sounds like a zoo up here!" Her mother entered the room, her face a mixture of concern and annoyance. Angel's grin spread even wider as she ran and scooped her mom into a huge bear hug. "Ma, I'm meeting Tom Kaulitz!"

Like I said, the first chapter isn't that great. I had to start it off SOMEHOW. And yeah, I know there's a lot of caps, but come on. Wouldn't you be excited if you won? xD

If You love Something, Let it Go- Chapter 32 --FINAL CHAPTER--

xxskittlez — 2008-07-22T09:00:00Z

Bill stood in the middle of the deserted park, having the eerie feeling that he was being watched. "...Sandra?" He called out, his voice cracking slightly out of nervousness. He heard leaves rustling, and then a shadow step out from the bushes. It was Sandra. She didn't look nervous at all- if anything, she looked excited. "Now Bill, what was so important that we had to meet about it right now?" She took a step closer to him, and he could see the coldness in her blue eyes. He glared at her, shifting his bag so the knife didn't touch him. "Why would you do that to Tom? He's not involved in this." She laughed, a cruel, harsh laugh. "Oh, but you are Bill. And Tom's your brother, he's what means the most to you. After that little stunt you pulled..." Bill crossed his arms over his flat chest, making his face unreadable. "So you didn't end up going to jail?" She laughed again, the sound echoing throughout the park. "You should know me better then that. When that stupid cop was talking to someone, I simply snuck away. He wasn't the brightest one, no..." Her voice trailed off, then eyed Bill's bag. "What's in there?" He shrugged. "Nothing that concerns you." She raised an eyebrow, and cocked her head to the side. "Really, now?" Bill smiled slightly. "You want to see what's in here?" He unzipped the large bag, and dug his hand inside, careful to avoid the knife's sharp edges. He pulled it out from the handle, and just stood still, watching her. Her face was in shock for about a minute, then she regained her cool. "What do you intend to do with that, Bill?" Her voice was steely, her eyes fixed on the knife. Bill's smile got wider as he answered her question. "Sandra, you've been ruining my life for a couple of months now. It's only fair if I ruin yours." She was about to speak when he held up a hand, silencing her. "Ruin yours may be an understatement. I'm going to end yours." She took a step backward. "You can't be serious. Bill, you wouldn't hurt a fly." He took a step near her, anger building up. "This is for Jade, for my brother, for ME!" He screamed the last word, but as he went to stab Sandra in the heart, she moved and he ended up cutting her left arm. "Shit!" She yelled, holding her arm with her other hand, blood dripping everywhere. She moaned in pain, then looked at Bill. He had a crazy look on his face, as he examined the blood on the knife. "I'm not done yet, Sandra. That's only the start of the pain." It was Bill's turn to look shocked, when Sandra suddenly smiled.

"You see Bill, I expected you would try and pull a stunt like this." The confused look on his face made Sandra giggle, despite the pain from her deep wound. She snapped her fingers in the air, and Bill heard movement in the bushes. "W-who's there?" He said quietly, clutching the knife's handle tighter. Three large men came out from the bushes, and all immediately went to stand next to Sandra. "Hello, boys." Bill's heart beat faster- what the hell was happening? Seeing his alarm, Sandra laughed. "This is Roger, Steve, and Nick." The three men glared at Bill, all of them about 3 times his size. Sandra continued. "You're becoming too much of a problem, Bill. And tonight, was the final straw." Suddenly, Bill lunged at Sandra once more with the knife, but one of the men grabbed her quickly out of the way. She fixed her eyes upon Bill's, and spoke to the three large men. "Finish him." With that, she took three steps back, allowing the men to come foreward. The largest man of the three suddenly spoke, his voice deep and menacing. "Alright kid, we're going to make this quick and painless." In the background, Bill heard another one of the men muttering "lucky him." The first man silenced him with a look, then tapped his knuckles three times, obviously some kind of code.

At the same time, all three men withdrew guns from their belts. "No...No..." Bill whispered under his breath. He came here to destroy Sandra, not to be destroyed. He started running the opposite direction, and threw the knife behind him. He heard a cry of pain as it hit one the men, as one of them staggered for a bit, then fell on the cold, ground. He heard Sandra yelling at them to not let him get away, but he focused on running as fast as he could. He had to get away. He heard the sound of boots behind him, the sound of them running, catching up. Bill saw the lights of a taxi. Yes, he was almsot out! He was going to make it! Suddenly, he heard a gunshot fill the air, and he was on the floor. Damnit, he had got shot in the leg! Bill tried to get up, but the pain in his leg was unbearable. He lay there for thirty seconds, his heart beating fast, knowing this was the end. Tears weld up in his eyes, but he determined not to cry, not to give Sandra that satisfaction. The two men -the other still lying down further back- and Sandra approached, crowding around him. Sandra smiled. "Silly Bill." She cooed, looking down at his bloody leg. "You can't get away. I told you this was the end, and I ment it." The two guys put their hand in the gun, and released the shot, straight into Bill's chest. He was drenched in his own blood, as he lay there. The last thing Bill heard, was the sound of Sandra laughing, the sound of her claiming that she finally killed Bill Kaulitz.

HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT! :) I'll be starting a new one soon. Comments & feedback, please!

If You love Something, Let it Go- Chapter THIRTY-ONE.

xxskittlez — 2008-07-19T14:39:00Z

Chapter thirty-one! I've decided to only do one more chapter, as I know exactly how I want to end this. Let's just say, there won't be a happy ending in this story. ;) Thank you guys all for reading, and all your positive comments. <3 Don't worry though, once I finish this story, I'll be starting a new one relatively soon- I already have a bunch of ideas!

Tom was massaging his hands, the blisters from the tight ropes yelling out in pain on his callused hands. Bill put both hands on his brother’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Tell me exactly what happened, Tom." Tom rubbed his eyes with his hand, then gestured toward the front door. "Someone called room-service, when you were downstairs with Jade.” Bill rolled his eyes. “Why should I care about what you ordered?” Tom squinted his eyes in annoyance. “Exactly. I didn’t order anything. I went to the door to tell them they made a mistake, when I saw it was Sandra.” Bill glanced at the message on the mirror. Oh dear god, there was no getting rid of this girl. “She pushed herself into the room, locking the door behind her. She just kept swearing and screaming about how you messed everything up.” Bill pinched the bridge of his nose in anger. “Why does she keep ruining our lives?!” He shouted, smashing his hand into the wall. He pulled back in pain, holding his hand with the other. Tom winced in pain at Bill’s outburst, then continued. “She said that she wasn’t letting us get the final laugh. She tried to hit me, and we wrestled for a bit, but finally she tripped me and I was on the floor. She must’ve knocked me out or something, because when I opened my eyes, I was here in the shower, with all these ropes tied around me.” Bill ran his hand through his hair, sighing deeply. “This is all my fault.” He muttered over and over, before making a decision in his head. “There’s only one way to end this Tom, once and for all.” He stood up abruptly, and turned towards Tom. “I’ll be back in about an hour, this won’t take long.” Tom stared up at his younger brother with questioning eyes. “Where are you going?” Bill looked back at him mournfully. “This will all be over soon.” Were the last words Tom heard out of Bill’s mouth, and little did he know, they would be the last one’s he would ever here.

Bill whipped out his cell phone, finding Sandra’s number. Meet me in the park. Now. Urgent. He had only sent the text, when a moment later the tiny screen beeped. A reply. See you there, cutie. Bill grabbed a warm sweater from his closet, and proceeded quietly to the small kitchen in his room, making sure Tom was still in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Inside the tiny kitchen, Bill opened up all the drawers, trying to make as little noise as possible. Finally, he found what he was looking for. He held up the shiny, silver knife in his hand, grinning manically. He wrapped the knife in a plastic bag, and shoved it in the bag he was carrying, careful that the sharp edge wasn’t facing him. It was time.

With a grim look on his face, Bill swung open the main hotel doors and stood outside for a moment. The sky was dark, but the hundreds of lights from the many cars lit it up. People were smoking outside the hotel, and for the first time in many years, Bill was craving a cigarette. Something to calm his jittery nerves, prepare him for what he was going to do. He walked past the smokers, inhaling their second-hand smoke. There it was- the park was about 10 metres away. And he could see the shadowy figure of someone standing there, someone waiting, someone watching.

If You love something, Let it Go- Chapter THIRTY.

xxskittlez — 2008-07-18T16:44:00Z

Jade stared at Bill in disbelief. "You want to buy a house together?" Bill grinned and nodded, his arms still wrapped around her tiny waist. "Why not? If that's the only way to stay together, I'm all for it." Jade stared into his eyes, considering the idea. "It'd be so much fun house-shopping, but how are you going to stay there if you're touring?" Bill shook his head, in a aren't you silly kind of way. "We're not touring right away. We have the entire new album to work on, and I'm sure Jost and the guys wouldn't mind if we worked on it in Toronto for a little while. Of course, the rest of the band would have to live with us for now, but that'd only be temporary." Jade wiggled out of his grasp, and jumped up and down. "Oh my god, you're serious aren't you?" She squeeled. She looked around to check if anyone was coming, then ran on to the couch and started jumping up and down. Bill clutched his stomach and doubled over laughing, at Jade's excitement. "Well, I take it you like the idea then?" Jade stopped jumping and stepped off the couch, gasping for air. "Obviously! This is going to be a ton of fun, I've always wanted to decorate my own house." Bill moved over to where she was standing and planted a wet kiss on her nose. "No pink." Jade was about to retaliate with how pink was a must, when she suddenly bit her lip in anguish. "Um, Bill? We're going to need to tell my parents." Bill stopped to think for a second, then snapped his fingers noisily. "I got it! Well they've already met me, and I think I made a pretty good impression. We can always just buy a house nearby." Jade nodded, warming up to the idea. "Bill, ever since we've arrived in New York you've been a genious!" Bill winked, and pretended to wipe dirt off his shoulders. "I think it's something in the water here." She giggled, and wrapped her arms lovingly around his neck. "I need some sleep." She whispered, their faces inches apart. "With me?" Bill whispered back, playing with her eyebrow ring. She laughed softly. "No, by myself. But I'll see you in the morning." He groaned. "Aw, alright. Our plane to Toronto is tommorow at 5, so just make sure everything's packed." She leaned in, pressing her small lips against his. As her arms wrapped around his neck got tighter, they pulled away for air. "I love you." He smiled. "Not as much as I love you." She rolled her eyes and began walking back to the elevator. "You coming?" He picked up his huge mug from the table and jogged towards her. "Yeah, let's roll."

After sneaking in a few more kisses in the elevator, the couple parted ways, Jade to her room, and Bill back to his. Bill knocked gently on the door incase Tom was sleeping, then pushed the door open. The lights were all off, but the tv was on, displaying CSI. He flicked on the lights, but the bed was empty. Where the hell was Tom? It was almost 2 AM, even Tom was back from clubs by then. "...Tommy?" He called, not getting an answer. "Tom, are you playing hide and seek again? You know I hate when you scare me..." He mumbled angrily, getting slightly freaked out. He felt something tickle his neck, and he jumped back in shock. He turned around, to see the window open. It was only the wind. Bill let out a huge sigh of air and rubbed his neck. Maybe Tom had called him? He pulled out his cell. No missed calls. Damnit. Whatever, maybe he was out with Georg or something. He yawned loudly, then made a disgusted face. He had some seriously bad breath right now. The empty bed looked so warm and inviting, Bill couldn't wait to jump into it. But first he would have to brush his teeth and wash the makeup off his face. He walked over to the bathroom, his feet shuffling against the tiled floor. He flicked on the lights, then squinted as his eyes met the brightness. When his eyes finally adjusted, he let out a wailing scream. Written on the mirror, in a black sharpie marker, was the words You can't get rid of me that easily. What the hell did that mean? He put a hand to his chest, trying to slow down his excellerated heart beat. He heard a sound from the behind the shower curtain, and twitched. "Who's there?" He called, trying to calm down. He heard a mumbled sound, then took a deep breath. He whipped open the shower curtain, and gasped, almost fainting. Tom was sitting in the middle of the shower, completely tied up with ropes, and a bandana shoved in his mouth. He was trying to talk, but the bandana was making that difficult. Thankfully, whoever did this hadn't turned on the water, or harmed Tom in any way, other then the tight ropes. Bill yanked the bandana out of his brother's mouth and gave him a huge hug. "What happened to you?" he sobbed, burying his head into Tom's shoulder.

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY-NINE

xxskittlez — 2008-07-16T18:02:00Z

Guys, i'm not sure how much longer I should continue with this story, or if I should just start a new one soon. Input? Suggestions? Comments please! Thank you all for reading, and I'm glad you're all enjoying it<3

"What a physco." Jade muttered, shaking her head. Her and Bill were sitting in the hotel lounge, sipping hot chocolate and leaning back on the soft couches. There was no one else in the room, and the dimmed lights and humming of soft music made for a very romantic setting. Bill had just told her everything- Sandra black mailing him, the fake money, her being led off by the cop... It was like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders by telling her. "I know. I'm so glad she's out of my, our, lives now." Jade could feel the heat from the hot chocolate seeping through her body as she held the green mug with both hands. She took a sip, the brown liquid tempting her tastebuds. "The past few weeks have really been horrible, havn't they?" Bill made a face and nodded. "Our horrible plane ride, you getting hurt on vacation, getting into that fight, getting kicked out from the hotel, Sandra almost taking 20 thousand dollars from me...Is that it?" Jade laughed widened her eyes in shock. "Wow. We definately have some bad luck." Bill opened his arms. "Come sit with me." Jade had been sitting on the couch across from him, but she stood up and walked over to him. He patted his lap and waggled his eyebrows, making Jade giggle like a 10 year old. She sat on his lap and snuggled into his chest. He stroked her new hair. "I'm liking you as a blonde." Jade touched her new wig, which Bill had brought back for her. "Where did you even find this?" He shrugged. "Coming back from the whole Sandra thing, I saw a wig shop right across the hotel. I picked up this one for now, but we can always go change it." She grinned and held up a piece of her hair to her eyes. "No, I like it." She had straight blunt bangs, and long straight blonde hair. The mid-tips of her hair were purple and black streaked, and you could see her eyebrow ring peeking through. He kissed the top of her head, and smiled.

"You smell good."

"What do I smell like?"

"Cupcakes."

"I smell like a cupcake? Is that good thing?"

"Yeah, I love cupcakes."

Jade grinned at being compared to a cupcake. She sighed, and looked around her. She loved spending all this time with Bill, she didn't want it to end.. "What's on your mind?" Bill asked, concern in his perfectly brown eyes. Jade stared back, feeling as if they were the only two people in the world. He could always tell when something was wrong, but she didn't want to ruin the moment. She fiddled with the mug, then finally took a deep breath. "I..just don't want this to end with you. I mean, things are finally going back to normal with us." She crinkled his eyebrows in confusion. "Why would it end?" She stood up from her spot in his lap and walked over to the window, looking at the street and cars whizzing by. "Bill, it's the second week of August." He stood up, and followed her, wrapping his arms around her skinny waist. "Is that supposed to mean something...?"

She turned her face around so that their faces were inches apart. "Bill, I met you in Toronto. Where I live. I need to finish high school, in September I'm doing my final year of high school. Plus I need to go home eventually. " At hearing her speak, Bill's heart immediately sank. He had completely forgotten she still had a year of high school. Damnit. He wasn't ready to let her go. "Jade, I can't just let you walk out of my life." She shook her head, fighting the tears. "Bill, how would it work? You're touring during the year, I'm in a different country." He wiped her watery eyes with his fingers. "True love never lies. I know we can make it work. I...I've never felt about anyone how I feel about you." She kissed his nose and looked down at the ground. "It's the same with me, Bill. I can't imagine living without knowing you're closeby." Suddenly, his serious face broke out into a grin. "What if I told you I had an idea?" Jade smacked her lips the pulled him close. "I'm all ears, but this better be good." He stroked her cheek and winked.

"What if we bought a house together?"

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY-EIGHT.

xxskittlez — 2008-07-14T17:02:00Z

Bill stared at Jade, her long hair was gone. Ugh, it was too hard to look at. He glanced away, then heard her sob. "Jade. What the hell happened?" She mumbled something, then cleared her throat. "At the salon, I got my hair cut." He nodded. "I can see that. But uh, did you want this cut?" He stroked her hair, feeling the prickliness. Jade brushed his hand away and snapped at him angrily. "Do you really think I would want to look this ugly?" He was about to speak when she continued. "Sandra was there." Bill felt his blood freeze. Did she just say who he thought she said? "What does Sandra have to do with the haircut?" Suddenly, he moaned as he looked at Jade's hair. "Oh no...please don't tell me Sandra did this to you." Jade nodded. "She made me ugly. I hate her, Bill." Bill grabbed Jade's shoulder and pulled her in close. "Come here." She snuggled into him, and sniffled. Bill hugged her tighter, thinking of Sandra's little promise. It would be so unfortunate for Jade to get into a little accident...or a big one. He shuddered. This was clearly her warning of what more could come if he didn't give her the money. Jade looked up into Bill's big brown eyes, and touched his forearm. "Bill. I understand if you don't want to see me anymore. I won't hold it against you." Bill sighed in frustration. "Jade. Jade, you listen to me." She looked away, but he cupped her chin in his hands, forcing their eyes to meet. "You're beautiful. Always have been, with or without your hair. It doesn't matter how you look on the outside, I love you for you." She managed a small smile. "Really?" He nodded and kissed her forehead. "Really." She grinned wider, and she felt as if the weight of the world had been taken off her shoulders. "I'm thinking I should get a wig. I look like someone from the 70's." Bill laughed and touched her hair, or what was left of it, again. "I think that's a good idea. We can go together, it can be a whole new you!" She giggled and kissed the tip of his nose. "And this is why I love you." He nuzzled his nose against hers and smiled. "I love you too." They shared a slow, sweet kiss, before Jade pulled away. "Um, can I ask you a question?" Bill nodded. "Anything." A confused expression replaced the happy face she had on before. "Why did Sandra do this to me?"

LATER THAT NIGHT...

Bill stood outside the same coffee shop at 10:45 PM, with Tom by his side. "I have the money for you." Bill nodded. "I told her to meet me here at 11. I'm just going to give her the money and go." Tom gestured towards the limo beside them. "I'm going to wait in the limo until you're done." Bill pulled his brother into a quick hug, then grabbed the briefcase which was filled with all the money. "You couldn't have just written a check, Tom? I look ridiculous." Tom grinned. "It feels more undercover like this." Bill rolled his eyes then pushed his brother back into the limo. "See you soon."

When he walked into the shop, he saw Sandra already sitting at the same chairs as last time, her feet all stretched out. Damnit, she came early. He was hoping he could sit here and collect his thoughts. She saw him, and waved him over, a grin spreading across her face. "Why Bill, I'm surprised to see you here early." Bill ignored her comment, and sunk into the chair across from her. "I know what you did." Her face was perfectly innocent as she swiped some pale pink lip gloss across her lips. "What do you mean?" He slid the briefcase under his chair, then gave Sandra the coldest look he could muster. "To Jade. Her hair. That was really low." She giggled. "Oh that? That was just for fun." He was 5 seconds away from punching her, and he had to sit on his hands to keep from doing so. "Well the fun's over. I have the money, and once you get it, you're going to leave me alone Sandra." She met his piercing glance, and lifted an eyebrow. "I had no intention of staying Bill. I'm using this money to go somewhere warm, away from all of this. Away from you." Bill shrugged. "That's completely fine with me." He reached under the chair, and pulled out the worn leather briefcase. Sandra's eyes gleamed with greediness as she reached for it. He snapped her hand away, and leaned closer to her so he could whisper. "It's all here, Sandra. Twenty thousand dollars." She folded her arms across her small chest. "Let me see. I don't believe you." He sighed in annoyance and thrust the briefcase into her arms. She glared at him, then took a peek into the briefcase. Immediately, her face lit up. "Oh my god." She touched the money, grinning from ear to ear. "My life is going to be so easy now." Bill lifted an eyebrow. "We're done here, Sandra. You got what you wanted, now I'm going back to my life." Sandra pulled him back down as he started to stand up. "Wait. I'm going to buy us some coffee with my new money and I want you to watch." Bill rolled his eyes as Sandra got up and proceeded to the cash to buy the coffee. Whatever. He'd take his coffee and go. He peered across the room, watching as Sandra ordered the coffee. Wait..there seemed to be a problem. What was going on?

SANDRA

"Two large coffees please." The woman punched the numbers into the cash and stared back at Sandra. "$7.85 please." Sandra grinned, and pulled out two twenty dollar bill's. "Keep the change." Sandra grabbed her coffee's and was proceeding back to Bill, when she heard the woman calling out for her. "Excuse me, miss?" Sandra turned around, coffee in hand. What could she possibly want. "Um, it seems these bill's are...counterfeight." Sandra couldn't have been more shocked if the woman had suddenly grown 3 heads. "That can't be possible.." She held them up the light and nodded. "Yeah. You're going to have to return the coffee, and.." She gestured towards a man reading a newspaper sitting down. "Rob, will you please come here?" Sandra slowly shook her head, and placed the coffee's back on the counter. Who was Rob? The woman pointed at Sandra, and then the money. "Rob, this girl paid for these coffee's with fake money." Sandra shook her head angrily. "I swear I didn't know, and.. why is this Rob guy getting involved?" The tall man stuck out his hand for Sandra to shake. "Rob Jelert, undercover policeman for the FBI. Nice to meet you." Sandra's mouth went numb- they couldn't possibly think she did this on purpose? "No..he gave me the money.." She turned around and pointed at Bill, but he was gone. "No, he was there..I swear!" Rob nodded at the woman at the cash, then turned to Sandra. "We've been trying to catch the person using the fake money for months. You're going to have to come with me for some questioning." Sandra yelped. "No way! I didn't know!" She turned to run off, but Rob's strong arm grabbed hers. "You're staying right here missy." He took out handcuffs from his pocket and cuffed her hands together. "No more getting away until you answer some questions. Let's go." He pushed her to start walking, and Sandra felt a few tears sliding down her cheek. If there was such a thing as Karma, this was definately it.

BILL & TOM

As soon as he heard that Rob was an undercover cop, Bill left the coffee shop through the back door. No way was he getting involved with this. He whipped open the limo door, and plopped himself on the leather seat, closing the door behind him. "Tom! You'll never believe what just happened!" Tom tried to hide his glee. "What?" Bill gestured outside the window, where Sandra was being led away in handcuffs. "That money was fake! She totally got busted!" Tom lifted his eyebrows in mock surprise. "You don't say..." Bill nodded, then stopped and look at his brother. "Oh my god. It was you wasn't it?" Tom cackled gleefully. "I told you I'd have a plan! There was no way she was going to push you around." Bill's mouth dropped in shock. "What..how..when..." Tom shut his brother up before he could make any more annoying sounds. "When you were talking to Jade, when you thought we went to the bank. I got it from my buddy, don't worry who. He owed me a favour, all I had to was ask. I knew Sandra would want to show off her money, and I also knew Rob was an undercover cop. Everything turned out exactly how I planned." Bill smacked his brother's arm. "Holy shit. You're a genious!" Tom nodded smugly. "You only realized that now?" Bill pulled his brother into a huge hug. "I don't know what I would do without you." Tom laughed. "Most likely you would be broke, if you have all these jealous ex-girlfriends who want money!" They laughed, and high-fived. They pulled up to the hotel, and Tom turned to Bill. "Since everything turned out good, you should probably explain everything to Jade." Bill nodded. Jade. He had completely forgotten the whole hair cut ordeal. "That's probably a good idea."

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY-SEVEN.

xxskittlez — 2008-07-13T15:52:00Z

THE BOYS:

Georg stretched his feet in the limo, and took a swing from his cold water bottle. "That interview went pretty well, eh?" Tom nodded and pulled up his pants, which kept sliding lower down his legs. "Yeah, same as usual. Bill talked the entire time, Gustav didn't, I looked hot, and we all made fun of you." They all laughed, and Bill felt almost all his stress about tonight floating away. Almost. Suddenly, Tom's face grew serious and he turned so he was facing Bill. As if reading Bill's thoughts, Tom nudged him and gave him a knowing look. "Are you going to meet her tonight?" Bill rubbed his forehead in annoyance. Stupid twin telepathy. "I don't know, I don't want her to hurt Jade." Georg spoke up, after hearing what the twins were talking about. "She's probably bluffing. As if she would hurt Jade just because you don't give her the money. Even she's not that crazy." Gustav shook his head at Georg's comment. "No, I think she's serious. She always was a bit weird..." Tom nodded. "And now that crazy chick wants 20 K. How the hell are we supposed to get that for her?" Bill scratched at the stubble on his chin, he forgot to shave this morning and he hated the feel of not having smooth skin. "Guys, maybe I should just give her the money, take it out of our account. Then she'll be gone. Finally." Tom adjusted the red hat on his head and looked at Bill skeptically. "Do you really believe she'll just walk out of your life like that?" Bill moaned and pulled the sleeves of his black hoodie further over his arms. "Well if you have any other ideas, let me know."

Once the limo dropped them off at the hotel, Bill turned towards the three boys. "I'm going to get Jade, I told her we'd go for dinner tonight, since we havn't been able to spend that much time with each other." Tom nodded, and gestured towards the elevator. "So go." Bill rolled his eyes at Tom's impatience. "Let me finish. I need you guys to go to the bank and take out the money." Georg started to protest, when Bill held out his hand to silence him. "I know what I'm doing, okay? After dinner, I'll just meet Sandra at the coffee shop, give it to her, and we can all forget this ever happened." Tom sighed miserably, then placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. "I'm going to figure a way out of this, trust me." They locked eyes for a moment, then Bill turned around and headed for the elevator. As Tom watched the doors close behind his brother, he turned to Georg and Gustav, grinning. "Why are you happy? This is a disaster." Gustav mumbled, shoving both hands in his pocket. Tom winked. "You guys should know I always have a plan. Follow me."

Jade stood in her bathroom, staring at herself in the huge, glass mirror. Gone was her long, silky hair. In it's place was this monstrosity. She felt tears running down her cheeks as she felt her hair. She was ugly, there was no way around it. She absolutely hated Sandra with every pulse in her body. She bawled her fists in anger, and was just about to slam her fist into the mirror when heard a knock on her door. ..."Jade? It's me Bill. Are you ready for dinner?" Oh damnit. She forgot about her dinner date with Bill. Well, it didn't matter now, she couldn't go out in public like this. "Um, I can't go out tonight." She called out. More knocking on the door. "What, why? Jade come on, open the door." She burst into tears again, and threw herself on the bed. Maybe if she ignored him he would go away. "Jade? Open the door. Are you okay?" Silence. Bill stood waiting outside the door, tapping his foot impatiently. Why wouldn't she open the door? "Jade. Open the door!" His voice was sharp now. Jade buried herself under the mountain of blankets, covering her new hair. "Go away." Silence. "Jade, did I do something to make you angry?" Jade shook her head, then remembered he couldn't see her. "No." Bill tryed the knob, but it was locked. Wait. He reached into the pocket of his sweater and remembered that he still had a duplicate of her room key. "Okay, Jade. I'm coming in.." He heard her gasp in shock, and he opened the door slowly. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit." Was all that went through Jade's head, as he prayed he wouldn't notice her. All Bill could see was a bundle of blankets. "Jade, where are you?" Jade breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, he only thinks it's a bunch of blankets. Uh-oh..No, not right now...AH CHOOO. Jade wiped her nose, cursing herself for sneezing. "What the... Jade what are you doing under all the blankets?" Bill tried to yank them off of her, but Jade held on tightly. "I said, go away Bill!" Bill shook his head. "No, not until you tell me what's wrong!" He heard her crying, and softened his tone. "Jade, you know you can tell me anything." He heard her sniffle, then she spoke loudly, full of anger. "You want to know what's wrong? Do you? THIS is what's wrong." She whipped the covers off of her head and faced Bill. The room was silent. Bill looked at Jade, his eyes full of shock. "Oh my god."

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY-SIX

xxskittlez — 2008-07-12T16:36:00Z

Jade walked over to Sandra, and managed a small smile. "Hi, I'm Jade." Sandra grinned, exposing all of her white teeth. "I'm Sandra, but I'm sure you know that. We've met before, havn't we?" Jade nodded. "I'm uh, Bill's girlfriend." Sandra tapped her long fingernails against her chin. "Ahh." She gestured to the leather salon chair, where Jade sat down. "Has Bill mentioned anything about... well, anything to do with me?" Jade shook her head and eyed her suspisiciously. "Nope. All he told me tonight was our dinner reservations." Sandra lifted up one arched eyebrow and touched Jade's shoulder. "He didn't mention anything about going somewhere else tonight? You know...friday night?" Jade shook Sandra's hand off her shoulder and glared at the girl. "No, he didn't." Sandra could feel her cheeks turning pink in anger. So Bill thought he could blow her off, did he? He thought he could get away with not giving her the money? Well, she would keep her promise too. Sandra forced herself to clear her head, then managed to paste a fake smile on her face. "So, what kind of cut did you want?" Jade flipped through the hair magazine infront of her, then pointed to a photo. "This one. Straight bangs, and just 2 inches off the ends." Sandra nodded. "Alright, I can do that." She dipped Jade's head in to the sink, and sprayed the warm water around her head. For as long as she could remember, Jade had always loved the shampoo that hairdresser's used. It always smelled so..fruity and nice. After being shampoo'ed three times, Jade was led to a different chair, and left for a moment with a towel wrapped around her damp hair. Sandra returned, holding two cucumber slices in her hands. "Standard policy at the salon now."She explained. "With every haircut, the customer gets these on their eyes for full relaxation." Jade sighed in happiness- This was the life; being pampered all day, with the result being her looking fabulous. She placed the cucumbers over her eyes, the coldness feeling nice on her warm skin. Sandra leaned in close, so that Jade could smell her minty breath. "Just relax, and when I'm done I'll let you know." Jade leaned deeper into the chair, day dreaming of what she would wear at night for dinner with Bill.

Snip.Snip.Snip.Snip. Sandra had been cutting her hair for about 25 minutes now, and just took off the towel to start blow drying it. "Almost done?" Jade called over the hum of the dyer, anxious to see her new hair. "10 minutes." With the blow drying continuing for 10 minutes, Jade was just about ready to rip off the cucumbers. "Can I look?" She pleaded, desperate to see if her new look would blow Bill away. "Just let me give it a quick brush." Sandra replied, reaching for the purple brush. Jade felt a brush pulling at her hair, but she ignored the small pain. The brushing stopped, and she heard Sandra move away from her. "Alright, go ahead. Look at how fabulous you look!" Jade eagerly ripped off the cucumbers, and looked at Sandra. "Well? How does it look?" Sandra smirked. "Oh, Bill is going to love it!" She handed Jade the mirror, and suddenly the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"OH.MY.GOD" Jade screamed at the top of her lungs, touching her hair. Her once long, silky black hair was now cut into a bad version of a mullet. "What the hell is wrong with you? I asked for this." She pointed to the picture in the magazine again, and Sandra put her hand over her heart in fake pity. "Oh! Is that what you asked for? I thought you wanted this..." She crumpled her eyebrows in disappointment. "I'm soo sorry, Jade." Jade sneered at Sandra. "You fugly slut. You did this on purpose, because you're still trying to win Bill back." Sandra, still pretending to look sad, patted Jade's head. "I told you, it was an accident." While her mouth was twisted into a frown, her eyes gave her away- which were sparkling and full of glee. Jade stood up, and a loud SNAP was heard in the air as she slapped Sandra. "I hate you. No wonder Bill broke up with you. You're just an ugly hoe." Touching the spot where she was slapped with her hand, Sandra suddenly smirked. "Honey, I'm not the one who looks like my hair got stuck in a lawn mower." With a sob, Jade stood one last look in the mirror and ran out of the salon. She was ugly now, and Bill would never want to look at her again.

THIS is what Jade's haircut looked like: (Obviously on a girl though)

http://tinypic.com/297b6t

If You Love something, let it go- Chapter TWENTY-FIVE.

xxskittlez — 2008-07-11T18:55:00Z

Gah, I keep messing up the chapter numbers. x__x So if you see 2 chapters with the same #, just yell at me or something. ;D I havn't written in a couple days, I've been SO busy, but I'm usre you're all dying to know what will happen with Sandra & Bill...so I got off my lazy butt and started writing again. 8D

Bill sat in the dining room of the hotel, drumming his fingers nervously against the wooden table. Everyone else was in the breakfast buffet line, but Bill wasn't hungry. It was already Friday, and a day had passed since the Sandra ordeal. He had spent all of yesterday with Jade- going for walks through the park, eating ice cream, taking pictures.. it had been nice, but now he was back in trouble. He had no idea what he was going to do or say when he saw Sandra again tonight. Ugh, we did she have to come and ruin everything? He heard the chair beside him move, and looked up to see Jade's smiling face. Her plate was heaped with a stack of pancakes, dripping with sugary syrup. She sat down and took a long sip of her orange juice, then yawned, covering her mouth. "Tired?" Bill asked, grinning. She shrugged, grabbing her fork so she could dig into her pancakes. "Kinda, mostly hungry though. I've been craving pancakes for the past couple days." She took a big bite, then closed her eyes. "So good." Bill laughed, then snatched a piece of her pancake with his fork. He shoved it into his mouth before she could object, and swallowed. "You're right, they are good!" Jade pretended to be upset, giving him a pouty look. "Did you just steal my pancakes?" Bill looked back straight into her eyes and nodded smugly. "So what if I did?" She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. "I dunno, I'm too lazy to think of something. I'll get you back later." They laughed, and Bill found himself remembering how much he loved her laugh. A happy, care-free laugh.

At that moment, Gustav and Tom pulled their chairs out from the table and sat down. Gustav had chosen scrambled eggs with bacon and toast, while Tom opted for a bagel with cream cheese. He bit into the bagel, then looked at Jade's plate. "Damn. Those look good." She pushed her plate away from him. "Hey, eat your bagel!" Tom laughed as she smacked him with a napkin, taking another bite of the bagel. Gustav looked up from his plate at Bill, a piece of hot bacon dangling from his fork. "You're not eating Bill?" Bill shook his head, and cracked his knuckles. "Na, I'm not too hungry. Maybe I'll order something from room service later." Gustav nodded, shoveling the bacon into his mouth. A loud crash caused them all to look up, only to see Georg smashing into a woman, causing her breakfast to drop. As she yelled at him, his face turned pink and he muttered an apology before heading back to the table. Gustav snickered. "Way to be friendly with the hotel guests." Georg rolled his eyes and sat down beside Jade, lifting up his eyebrows. "It totally wasn't my fault. She clearly came in my way." Bill laughed and gave Georg a sarcastic thumbs up. "Sureee." Ignoring Bill, Georg continued speaking. "...Anyway, I called Jost before I came." Tom, finished his bagel, took a huge gulp of his mango smoothie and shot Georg a look. "And?" Georg grabbed a piece of bacon from Gustav's plate and crunched it noisily. "We have an interview on TRL today, 4:30." Tom made a 'tsk' sound with his mouth and crumpled his eyebrows in annoyance. "I totally don't want to go to that." Bill grinned widely. "Feel free not to come, no one will miss you." Tom shook his head, smiling. "No, I can't. The fans need me Bill...I'm all they have." Georg burst out laughing, almost spilling Jade's juice. He shot her an apologetic glance before laughing some more at Tom. "You're so melodramatic Tom, obviously they have other hobbies then you." Tom shrugged. "Either way, I'm hot and make you guys look better." Bill rolled his eyes while Tom talked more about how important he was. He drowned out Tom's annoying voice and faced Jade. "Well, you have a couple choices then. Do you want to come with us to the show? Or you can stay at the hotel, do some shopping...I dunno, whatever it is girl's like to do." Jade smiled, then looked wistfully out the window. "Well I've been so tense lately. I'd love to go to the spa, get my nails done, stuff like that." Bill smiled and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. "Done. I'll book an appointment for you at the best salon here." Jade took another sip of orange juice, her eyes sparkling. "You're so sweet. You sure you have time for that? I can just walk over to the one across the street." Bill shook his head, and looked in the direction of the salon. "Definately not. You deserve better." She grinned. "Well, I love being pampered, so feel free to do so." They both laughed, and Jade wiped her mouth with her napkin as she finished the last of the pancakes. Bill stood up, pulling his shirt down so it didn't get wrinkled. "Ready?" Tom, Gustav, Georg and Jade all stood up at the same time, and proceeded to leave the dining hall. "Ready."

JADE

Bill had stayed true to his word, and booked her an appointment at the fanciest - and most expensive - salon in NYC. A waterfall was imbedded in the wall to the left of her, and the shiny white floors were so sparkly that she could see her reflection in them. A dozen flowered plants hung from the ceiling, making Jade feel like she was in a tropical rain forest. The woman, in her late thirties, gestured Jade over to the front desk. "May I help you, sweetie?" Jade nodded, still fascinated by the salon. "My name is Jade Londer, I have an appointment for 4:00." The woman grinned, exposing her over-whitened teeth to Jade. "Yes, Melissa is ready for your massage. Just through those beads is the massage room." Jade almost sighed wistfully at the heavanly thought. A massage was just what she needed to forget about the entire Sandra ordeal. She pushed past the colourful beads, only to enter a pale yellow room with various massage beds. A tall, thin woman called Jade's name at one of the far tables, and Jade walked up to her, excited to begin. "Yu ar Jaayyd, correct?" The woman spoke with a thick russian accent, but Jade could still understand her. "Yeah, I'm very excited to get a massage." The woman barely smiled as she continued speaking. "Yu wheel go back dare and change, than yu will come lie down heeerre. Yu are understanding?" Jade nodded politely, then walked to the changing area. She stripped down from her clothing, and wrapped a fluffy towel around herself. She walked briskly back to the massage table, and manouvered herself so her body was lying straight over it. The woman rubbed her hands with baby oil, and rubbed it all along Jade's back. With strong movements, the woman's hands rubbed and hit her back, relieving her of all tension. "Eeet feels gud, yes?" Jade mumbled yes, enjoying herself.

An hour and a half later, Jade had been massaged, waxed, and painted -both her nails and toes- and was almost done for the day. It was 5:45, and Bill should've been done with the interview. Her last activity at the salon was simply to get her hair cut and dryed, as it was getting to look unkept and brittle. Jade started to walk in the direction of the hair dressing chairs, when a long head of platinum blonde hair caught her eye. The girl was working her as a hair cutter, and was waiting for Jade to come over. As she turned around to face Jade, a slow smile crept over her face. Sandra. No way in hell was this possible. Sandra worked here too? This was weird, it was almost like she was followin her or something...but no, that would be weird. Jade plasted a small smile on her face, then walked over to Sandra's chair- hopefully she would do a good job on her hair.

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY-FOUR

xxskittlez — 2008-07-08T19:23:00Z

2 in one day! ^^ Don't forget to comment, guys!

Bill turned around so he was facing Sandra. He had never felt so angry, as he balled his hands into fists. His blood was boiling. Did she seriously just say that? "Did you just threaten my girlfriend?" Sandra remained unfazed by Bill's sharp voice, and kept her tone light. "I guess you can interpretit it like that." Bill shook her pink manicured hands off of his arm. "You're freaking crazy. Don't talk to me." Sandra twirled a lock of platinum blonde hair around her finger and smiled. "Hmm. I can see how this is surprising to you..." She pretended to be deep in thought, her perfectly arched eyebrows ruffled. "I'll give you two days. By Friday, I expect my money." Bill locked his brown eyes on to her blue one's. "Fine. But you even think about touching Jade..." His voice trailed off, and Sandra looked back at him with a smug look on her face. "Oh, don't worry Bill. You're playing my game now, and as long as you follow my rules, she'll be fine." She was about to turn around to grab her purse from the chair, when she screeched loudly. "Ow, that burns!" She looked down at her shirt, which was now splattered with the liquid coffee. She looked up at Bill, who stared right back at her. "Oops, I guess my coffee slipped." He shrugged. "Honest mistake." She glared at him, snatched her bag, and stalked out of the coffee shop quickly, whispering "Two days. That's all you have." into Bill's ear before he felt a gust of wind from the door when she opened it and left. Bill stood still for a moment. What kind of mess had he gotten into? There was no way he could get twenty thousand dollars for Sandra, Saki and David Jost would kill him. He sighed and opened the door to leave the coffee shop. The night was dark and the stars were out, but Bill couldn't appreciate the night’s beauty. He had bigger things on his mind. He stepped out onto the edge of the sidewalk and threw his empty cup into nearby garbage. A yellow car pulled up just after Bill had cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out for a taxi.

TOM:

Where’s Bill? Tom wondered for the 50^th time that night. His head was pounding and he felt a killer hangover coming on. Gustav was sprawled on the couch, passed out cold, with whipped cream inside his boxers. Georg was lying topless on the floor, his hair covered with greasy popcorn. Tom laughed at the memory of him and Georg spraying the fluffy cream into Gustav’s pants once he passed out. Georg had come into the room later to watch the movie, but Jade said she wanted to stay in her room and lie down. She was acting really strange tonight, and Tom wondered if he should go ask if she’s okay. He tried to get up, but the room immediately started spinning and he sat back down on his position on the floor. CLICK. He heard the doorknob turning, and Tom warily saw a figure come into the room. “Bill! Where’ve you been? It’s… “ He looked at the flashing red lights on the digital clock. “2 AM!” Bill sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the rings on his fingers. Uh oh, something was definitely bothering him. Bill always played with his rings when there was something major on his mind. “…Bill?” Tom quickly got up, ignoring the spinning room and sat beside his brother. “What happened?” Bill shot his brother a confused look. “Nothing, I’m fine.” Tom rolled his eyes. “You seriously can’t pull this crap with me. I know when something’s up. You know I’ll figure it out anyway.” Bill cringed at Tom’s wording, as it reminded him of Sandra’s text. You know I’ll find you. Bill sighed. He probably should tell his brother, I mean he seriously needed some advice. “Here, I’ll show you what’s wrong.” He pulled out his shiny cell phone, flipped to his inbox, and thrust the phone into Tom’s large hands. Tom’s face had no emotion in it as he read the text, then suddenly he went pale. “Is this…Is she…” Bill nodded glumly, putting his head in his hands. “Sandra. Yeah.” Tom was silent for a moment, then turned to his brother. “Is that where you went before? When you said you needed air?” Bill’s voice was muffled as he spoke through his hands, and Tom had to lean in to understand what he was saying. “Yep, I went to meet her at the coffee shop, and let me tell you- her bitchiness did not go away.” Tom grimaced, remembering the huge fights Bill and Sandra would have when they were dating, because of Sandra’s constant need to always be right. “What happened?” Bill lifted his head from his hands and stared at his brother, his eyes starting to get watery. “Long story short, she wants 20 grand.” Tom’s mouth dropped, and for once, his talkative brother had nothing to say. After 5 minutes of silence, Tom spoke. “She doesn’t seriously think she’s going to get it, does she?” Bill rubbed his shoulders in an attempt to relax himself, then stopped. “The problem is, she threatened to hurt Jade if I didn’t get it for her.” Tom’s jaw dropped for the second time that night. “No! What did she say?” Bill’s face turned cruel as he mimicked Sandra: “Let’s just say it was be so unfortunate If Jade got in to a little accident…or a big one.” Tears were close to escaping Bill’s eyes as he grabbed his brother’s shoulders. “I can’t let anything happen to Jade. She means as much to me as you do.” Tom nodded his head in understanding. “Nothing with happen to Jade. Nothing.” Bill still looked unsure, and Tom leaned in to get more info on Sandra. “When are you supposed to get the money for her?” Bill rubbed his forehead in disdain. “Friday. Get that stupid waste of life twenty thousand dollars by Friday.” Tom shook his head angrily. “We’ll figure something out Bill, I promise.” Bill stood up to go to the washroom, so he could wipe off the eyeliner which had streaked down his face. Tom was left sitting on the bed, thinking about the events of the night. Why does she have to come back into our life now? Just as things are starting to get back to normal…?

JADE:

Jade lay awake in bed, staring at the painted blue ceiling. She was tired, but she couldn’t sleep, and it was the worst feeling in the world. She turned over on her side, clutching the cotton blankets close to her body. She wished Bill were beside her, she wished he could comfort her about the Sandra situation. But of course she couldn’t tell him that she saw Sandra- No, she would have to just hope that she hadn’t recognized her and wouldn’t try to do anything to ruin her and Bill’s relationship. She sighed and closed her eyes, wondering why life had to be so complicated.

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY-THREE.

xxskittlez — 2008-07-08T15:47:00Z

Bill glanced at his phone nervously. 11:48 PM. He was standing infront of the coffee shop, breathing slowly in and out. He peered inside the window, but the tinted window's didn't indicate if Sandra was there or not. Okay, Bill, you can do this. He took one last deep breath, then opened the heavy wooden door. The smell of ground coffee beans and fruity smoothies greeted his nostrils, and he immediately walked to the front counter. "Hi, may I help you?" The girl working at the cash looked to be around 17, and she had long wavy brown hair. She flashed him a warm smile and gestured to the menu written above. "Our special tonight is our blueberry muffins, only $1.60." Bill reached into his pocket and took out a five dollar bill. "No thanks, I'll just have a small coffee." The girl punched it into the cash and looked up at Bill. "3.45 please." He handed her the bill, and she punched the numbers once more into the machine, making sure he got the right amount of change. "Thanks." Bill mumbled, walking over to where he was supposed to pick up his coffee. The older male handed it to him, pointing out where the sugar and milk station was located. "Careful, it's hot." He warned Bill, then moving on to the make the next customer's coffee. Bill nodded his appreciation and surveilled the room. It wasn't too crowded, but there was still a decent amount of people. He walked over to one of the huge lounge chairs and took a seat. He felt himself sinking into the soft chair, and finally he began to relax. He cupped his fingers around the coffee, the heat spreading throughout his body. He took a sip, enjoying the taste of the bitter coffee. Uh Oh, Tom is probably wondering where I am... Bill shook his head. Tom was probably passed out on the couch with Gustav. He would explain everything later. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts, that he didn't notice a feminine figure standing beside him.

"Why hello Bill, so nice of you to come." The teasing voice of a girl caused Bill to look up from where he was sitting, only to lock eyes with Sandra. "I would say it's nice of you to show up, but then I'd be lying wouldn't I?" Sandra smirked and propped herself in the seat across from him, her own coffee in hand. She took a sip, watching Bill intently as he stared at her coldly. There was no point in making this any longer then it had to be, he was getting straight to the point. "Why am I meeting you here Sandra? What do you want?" Sandra laughed, tossing her silky blonde hair over her shoulder. Even with his hatred, Bill could clearly see how attractive Sandra was- but right now, he couldn't see her as anything as then as someone meddling with his life. "Well, after I saw Jade browing in my store, I was a little hurt you didn't call me up. I mean, you're in NY and you know I live here now." Bill rolled his eyes. "Sandra, no matter how dillusional you are, you have to finally see the truth. You and I are no longer dating, so I don't have any reason to call you." Sandra pursed her lips together then grimaced. "You'd prefer that ugly brunette over me?" Bill silenced her with a wave of his hand and glared at her sharply. "Jade is far from ugly, Sandra. But that's not why we're here. Is their a purpose why I'm sitting here, or can I leave?" Sandra shook her head, her eyes glittering in the flurouesant lights. "See, I told you in the text that we had to talk, so I guess I'll just tell you what I want." Bill cupped his hand around his cup tighter, not taking his eyes off Sandra's. "I want twenty thousand dollars." Bill almost spit out the coffee in his mouth, he was so surpised. He was definately not expecting that one. "Excuse me? Why in the world would I give you twenty grand?" The idea was so ridiculous, Bill could hardly believe the words had come out of her mouth. "You see, I was thinking. Ever you since you've been with Jade, you've treated her to so many luxery items. As I heard, you recently came back from vacation, you're constantly buying her jewlery..." Her voice trailed on, leaving Bill's face motionless. "So what? That's what you do when you care for someone. Clearly I didn't care for you enough to make the effort." Sandra made a tsk tsk sound with her mouth. "That's exactly it though. You didn't do anything for me, and it's not fair. So I want my money." Bill laughed and stood up from his chair. "Sweetheart, you're out of your mind if you think I'd give you that much money." Sandra stood up beside him and grabbed his elbow. "Aren't you wondering what will happen if you don't give me that money, Bill? You know me too well to think i'd give up without a fight." She smirked, her blue eyes looking all but innocent. He eyed her warily. "What, Sandra? What will you do if I don't give you the twenty grand?"

"Let's just say it would be so unfortunate if Jade happened to get into a little accident...or a big one."

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY-TWO.

xxskittlez — 2008-07-07T18:52:00Z

Haha, is this fast enough for you guys? I was cleaning my kitchen, and suddenly I had all these idea's for the next chapter. ;D The last chapter i posted was actually chpter 21, i just wrote 20 by mistake. ^^ DRAMA IN THIS CHAPTER. Long, srryy <3

BILL.

"Now this is something I wouldn't mind watching." Bill heard his brother commenting the TV, and glanced towards it to see what he was talking about. Girls in bikini's playing beach volleyball- figures. Tom's face went from care-free to concerned when he saw Bill's face. "Bill, you okay? You've been quiet ever since we got to the hotel. Is it Jade? Are you upset she didn't come?" Bill shook his head, pushing the black hair out of his eyes. "No, of course not. She wanted to do some shopping, she'll be back later." Tom smacked the chair beside him and grinned. "Then pull up a chair bro! This is our guy's night!" Gustav, already drunk, smiled and took another swing of his beer. "Yee-HAH. Wait i mean yeah. Haha yee-hah is what cowboy's say. Are you a cowboy, Bill?" His sentance was all slurred, and made no sence. Why was Gustav talking about cowboys? Bill couldn't help laughing, Gustav was always the most fun when he was drunk. Tom rolled his eyes and reached for a handful of buttery popcorn, spilling a bunch everywhere. "Gustav. Don't talk." Gustav looked like he was about to say something, then shrugged and drank some more of his beer. Bill had only drunk one beer, but he was feeling a little dizzy. And the text message he had gotten 10 minutes ago wasn't helping. He attempted a small smile, then let out a huge sigh of air. "I'm just going to get some air. I'll be back soon." Tom stopped crunching the popcorn, and swallowed the huge handful he had in his mouth. "You sure you're okay?" Bill nodded, looking more confident then he felt. "Yeah, 'course. I'm just feeling a little claustrophobic, that's all." Tom shrugged and gestured toward the flat-screen TV. "Well, when you come back, there's always these girl's to look at." Bill rolled his eyes then walked toward the door, turning the squeeky handle. "Bye guys." He was halfway down the hall when he heard Gustav slurring, "Why is the cowboy leaving?". Bill laughed to himself, then pressed Lobby on the elevator key-pad.

As the elevator opened, Bill saw Jade and Georg walking in the front doors of the lobby. Sheisse. He did a small jog, then hid behind a huge plant. He couldn't run into Jade, not yet- He had to clear his head first. As they got closer, he heard bits and pieces of their conversation. "...Sorry that we didn't go to eat. I feel horrible." "No big deal, We can go another time. You okay?" "Yeah, just a bit nauseous. I'm going to go lie down, can you ask the front desk what rooms we have?" Georg said something else, then he heard them walking away- Jade's heels making clicking noises on the marble floor. Bill let out a sigh of relief, then smacked his forehead with his palm. Why was he hiding from his girlfriend? This was crazy. Then another thought hit him. What if someone outside recognized him? No time for concerns right now, he had to go. He felt a tap on his shoulder. "What?" His voice was sharp, and as he turned around he saw one of the waiter's from the bar, a suspicisous look on his face. "Sir, may I help you? Or has this plant fufilled your needs?" Bill shook his head, and mumbled an apology, his acne-free cheeks turning slightly red. "I was just leaving..you know...get some air..." The waiter didn't look like he cared too much, and lifted nose snootily in the air as he walked away. Bill stood up from his crouched position, brushing off the dirty from his dark wash jeans. He walked to the main door of the hotel, and pushed the revolving doors until the cool air of outside hit his face.

What was he thinking? This was crazy. Yes Bill, you've said this is crazy multiple times. Oh my god, Am I talking to myself? Bill smacked his head again. He had a headache, and arguing with himself wasn't going to help. Now..where to go? Someone hit into his shoulder as they were walking by, and gave Bill a dirty look. Yeah, it's my fault you hit me, Bill muttered sarcastically under his breath. He pushed down the sleeves of his hoodie,put the hood over his head, and started walking down the crowded streets. Looking up into the sky, all he saw were various lights. New York was the city that didn't sleep, what did he expect? Times Square was lit up with various huge posters of famous artists- including Tokio Hotel. Bill grinned as he saw a huge picture of himself staring down at him. Huh, his hair looked really good there... Nono, no time for this. He had to go somewhere quiet and decide what to do. In the distance, he saw a deserted looking park, with an empty bench. Perfect. He wouldn't be bothered there. "EEEEE. OMIGOD. OMIGOD. ARE YOU BILL KAULITZ!?" Bill pulled his hood more over his head and kept walking. Maybe this girl would shut up. "YOU ARE AREN'T YOU?" She let out a constipated-sounding laugh and he turned around. "Um no, I'm not?" He answered, his response sounding more like a question. "YES YOU ARE!" Bill moved closer to the girl, who looked to be around 14. Her breaths became faster, and Bill hoped she wasn't going to pass out. "Look, I really can't draw attention to myself right now. What can I do to make you leave?" Bill cringed, he sounded like a stuck-up snob. He softened his tone, then tried again. "I mean, do you want an autograph or something?" The girl grinned then pointed to her puffy lips. "I want a kiss." Bill's eyes opened so wide they looked like they were going to pop out. "Excuse me?" She giggled her weird laugh again. "Just one kiss, and I'll be gone." Bill rubbed his temples with his fingers. The things he had to do for these crazy fans. "Fine, make it fast." She leaned in, pursing her puffy lips. Bill grimaced, this wasn't going to be pretty. He moved closer, and pressed his cold lips against her wet ones. As he was about to pull back, he felt a burst of light, and looked up to see that she had taken a picture. "THANK YOU! BYE!" She giggled gleefully then pranced off. When she was out of hearing range, Bill wiped his hand across his mouth. EW. Her mouth had felt like a rubber fish. Oh, right. The text message.

He was speed walking to the park now, and finally came across the empty bench. He sat on it, immediately feeling the cold from the wood across his body. He shivered, then remebered why he was here. He pulled out his cellphone and scrolled to his inbox. He opened the message he had recieved before, and read it again.

Recipiant: Bill Kaulitz(416 996 3210)

From: 550 864 234(Not a contact)

I saw Jade today, that was a surprise. That must mean u're around here too, Bill. Meet me tommorow at the coffee shop on 56 loker st. @ 12 PM. we need 2 talk. U kno i'll find u if u don't show up. lOve aLwaYzz

Sandra.

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY-ONE

xxskittlez — 2008-07-07T14:52:00Z

Jade sighed in happy contentment. "I love New York." She zipped up her purple sweater as a cool burst of wind fluttered around her. Tom glanced at Jade, a confused look on his face. "You love walking through crowds of people? Smelling the gas from cars?" They had been walking for about half an hour, in search of their hotel. Gustav shoved his hands in his pocket and grimaced. "Why did the stupid taxi driver drop us off 10 blocks away from our hotel? I'm surprised no one has recognized us yet..." Jade grinned, looking at all the boys. "Well it does help that Bill doesn't have his usual big hair or eyeliner." They all laughed, looking to see Bill's reaction. He looked up into the sky at a passing bird before replying. "I never do my hair like that when we travel. Takes too much time. Although I am missing my eyeliner, I feel naked without it." Tom muttered something about him using more products then a girl, causing them to get in an argument about who has to uses more beauty products.

"You need a straightener, hairspray, gel, make up and god knows what else." Bill huffed in annoyance. "What about that spray you use to de-frizz your dreadlocks? Or your tanning cream?" Georg and Gustav rolled their eyes at having to hear another argument from the twins, giving each other knowing looks. They had been walking past tons of clothing stores and small boutiqes, but Jade hadn't seen anything she liked- until now. "That purple shirt is gorgeous." She mumbled to herself, stopping to look at the velvet trimmed shirt in the window. She was still staring at it when she felt a soft nudge on her shoulder. She turned away from the shirt to see Georg standing behind, grinning sheepishly. "Uh, the other guys kept walking. They all basically just want to watch a movie and crash." Jade nodded, understanding how exhausted they were when her stomach let out a long growl. "I stayed behind because I'm still starving, and so not in the mood for hotel food. Judging by the sounds of your stomach, I'm guessing you'd like to join me?" Jade clutched her stomach in annoyance, trying to stop the embaressing sounds. "Yeah, I seriously need some food in my system." She cast a longing look towards the shirt. "Do you mind if I quickly pop into his store? I just want to see how much this shirt costs." Georg shook his head yes, and moved so he was leaning against the brick wall. "I'll be waiting right here." Jade walked past him to the door, hearing the 'ping' of the bell as it opened.

It was small store, filled with unique clothing like she had never seen before. In the corner was a leopard print corset, and matching underwear. She giggled at the thought of wearing that to bed. Maybe Bill would like that? She walked briskly to the end of the room where the purple shirt was hung in display, not wanting to keep Georg waiting for too long. She reached out to the shirt, looking for a price tag, or some marking indicating how much it would cost. No luck. Looking around for someone to help her, she finally spotted a girl with very blonde hair, marking prices on shirts- her back to Jade. "Um, Hi..." The girl turned around, and Jade gasped quiety. "Do I know you?" The girl gave Jade a confused look. "I don't think so.." She rolled her eyes slightly, then eyed Jade up and down. "Was there something you wanted help with?" Jade shook her head, feeling her cheeks turn pink at her little outburst. The girl looked so familar, she was positive she had seen her before... The blue eyes. The bleached blonde hair. Long legs. The girl tapped her foot, waiting for Jade's response. "Oh, yes, sorry! I was just wondering, how much is that purple shirt?" She pointed in the shirt's direction, and the girl casually glanced over. "Three hundred dollars." Jade's perfectly glossed mouth dropped. "300?" The girl popped her gum -again seeming so familiar- and nodded. "Yep. That's a Donatella Jerta shirt, limited edition. Just came in last week." Jade went to reach in to her pocket for her wallet, when she didn't feel it's usual buldge. She sighed in annoyance. "I, uh, forgot my wallet. I'll come back for it another day." The girl rolled her eyes, as if suspecting that Jade didn't plan to buy it all along. Jade turned to walk about, then faced the girl. "Thanks anyway for your help..." She squinted her eyes, glancing at the girl's name tag. "Sandra. Thanks Sandra." Jade walked out of the store, the ping of the bell behind her, feeling confused. Sandra. Sandra. Sandra. The name was so familar, yet Jade couldn't pin point how she knew the girl. Then, as if watching the past 2 months pass before her eyes, Jade felt like she was watching a horror movie. 1 month, 3 days ago. Tokio Hotel performed in Toronto. She recieved a note, saying Bill didn't want to see her anymore. Crying in the park, Jade realized that Bill's ex-girlfriend had written it, who was also backstage. The ex-girlfriend who said she would do anything to get Bill back. Wait, what was her name? Finally, Jade clutched her stomach- this time, it wasn't to control any hunger pains, she felt sick. Sandra. That was her name. And that was her. Oh god. Did Sandra recognize her? Did Sandra know Bill was staying nearby?

So lost in her thoughts, Jade didn't hear Georg continously saying her name. "Jade, Jade, hello?" He waved his hand across Jade's face, bringing her back to reality. "You ready to go eat?" Jade, still thinking of Sandra, shook her head. "Suddenly, I'm not so hungry."

If You Love something, Let it Go- Chapter TWENTY.

xxskittlez — 2008-07-05T15:06:00Z

Zzzz. Snore. More snoring. Tom's eyes fluttered open as he looked beside him. Bill was snoring loudly, as usual. He rolled his eyes and shoved his brother. "Wake up, Wake up..."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." The crowd cheered as Jade threw her bouqet of flowers in the air, having one of the other girls catch it and start screaming insanley. "OHMIGOD, I caught it!!" She squeeled with delight, hugging all of those around her. Tom was at the buffet line, taking a huge piece of cake- eyeing it greedily. Bill walked up to him, and grabbed his shoulder in a brother-like gesture. He grinned. "It's my wedding day, and all you want to do is eat cake?" Tom shrugged, then fixed the bow on his tuxedo. "No. Not just your wedding day, I always want to eat cake." They both laughed, and Tom saw his brother looking happier then he had in ages. "Where is the lucky bride anyway?" Bill gestured towards the other side of the room, where Jade was laughing loudly and talking with the bridemaids she had chosen. "She's with her friends. She looks happy." Tom nodded. "What about you, Bill? How do you feel?" Bill glanced around the room, which was filled with all the people he had grown up with, plus all of Jade's family and friend's. "I've never been more happy." Wake up..Wake up..WAKE UP.

Bill turned over and opened his eyes, only to see his brother about an inch away from his face. "SHEISSE" He yelped, putting his hand over his heart, feeling his excellerated heartbeat. "You scared me." He closed his eyes again, trying to ignore Tom. "Dude. We have to go, we landed a few minutes ago." Bill sighed, and opened his eyes again. He turned around and surveilled the rest of the plane, only to see it was empty except for him, Tom, Gustav, Georg and Jade. Tom shook his head. "Yeah, we better get off. Saki's waiting outside, there's a bunch of fans screaming." Bill could vaguley hear the screams of teenage girls outside the plane, and wasn't looking forward to going through them. He stood up, stretched his arms, and grabbed his carry on luggage. Tom did the same, and when they got to the door of the airplane, poked Bill's shoulder. Bill turned around. "What?" Tom smirked. "Why are you smiling?" Bill's cheeks turned slightly pink, then pushed past his brother. "Just had a good dream, that's all." Tom nodded knowingly, still smirking. "Hmm.." Bill ignored his brother, then looked behind his shoulder to make sure Georg and Gustav were with Jade before getting off the plane. BILL I LOVE YOU! MARRY ME BILL! EEKKKK! TOM! TOM YOU'RE SO SEXY! GUSTAV IS MY HUSBAND! BILL AUTOGRAPH, PLEASE!!! GEORG, SIGN MY LEG!! The girl's were going crazy outside, and all the boys slipped on their sunglasses. The hundreds of camera's going off were giving Bill a headache, and more then anything he just wanted to lie down and continue with his dream. He grabbed Jade's hand behind him so they were side by side, and walked briskly with Saki. The crowd immediately hushed, and started whispering furiously. Who's that? Is that his girlfriend? She's pretty... Ugh no, I'm prettier. Do you think they're engaged? I heard he's only using her to cover up the fact that he's gay.. OMG what happened to Bill's eye? Do you think she hit him? OMG SHE HIT OUR BILL- ABUSIVE!! Rumours immedaitely started floating within the crowd, and Bill had to grit his teeth to ignore them. Saki was holding back the girls from getting to close, and Bill was relieved to have a bodygaurd dedicated so much to his job. Tom was flirting with some blonde girl with a huge chest, signing all of her posters. Georg and Gustav were also signing autographs, and posing for the fan pictures. Georg smiled and waved to everyone. "Alright, we have to go." The girls are moaned and yelled for them to stay. Tom winked at them, and walked with Georg and Gustav to inside the airport where Saki, Jade, and Bill were waiting- away from all the fans. Jade looked flustered, and was still getting over the fact that all those girl's were in love with Bill. Most girl's only had one girl tops, for competition for their man. Lucky her, she had hundreds. She rolled her eyes in her head, then snapped out of it as Saki began speaking in German quickly. Even though Jade had learnt German in school, she barely ever paid attention and had absolutely no idea what in the world Saki was saying. The boys all nodded, listening intently to whatever it was he was saying. Finally, he stopped talking, nodded at Jade, and walked away from the boys towards all the taxi's. Jade eyes glanced between all the boys, before finally deciding to say something. "...Um, what?" They all laughed, momentarily forgetting she didn't understand German. Gustav smiled. "He was saying that he booked a hotel for us to stay in this week, since our interviews are nearby." She giggled. "Oh, okay." Tom lifted up his luggage and glanced at the doors. "Alright, can we get a move on? My stuff is heavy, and Saki went to get our limo." Bill nodded, grimacing as he felt pain from his eye. "Plus I heard the hotel has a killer pool." Georg shook his head. "No way, I'm starving. The first thing I'm doing when we reach the hotel is eating an 18 oz steak with a huge glass of coke." Jade almost drooled, that sounding so good. Her stomach rumbled, making Georg grin. "I guess I won't be eating alone, then." They all walked out of the airport, where Saki was waiting with their stretch limo. People waiting outside for their taxi's were looking at the limo suspiciously, probably wondering what all the fuss was about. They all dumped their luggage in the trunk of the limo, then squeezed inside the huge space. "Alright, Champagne!" Tom pumped his fist in the air after discovering the mini fridge filled with alcohol after Saki closed the door. He pulled out a bottle, and popped it open, the clear liquid spilling on the seats. Gustav groaned as it went all over his pants. Bill burst out laughing. "Forget to go to the washroom, Gustav?" Gustav looked down at the crotch area of his pants, which was now completely wet. "Great." He muttered, trying to wipe it with a napkin. Jade giggled, Tom was such a clown. The driver put up the screen between them so they could have some privacy, and Bill could hear Saki giving him directions to the hotel they were staying at. As he watched Tom pretend to spray Jade with the champagne bottle, he couldn't help wondering if his dream was a glimpse of the future, or just a dillusional dream.