Without really thinking, Yoko swallowed the bottom of whiskey in his glass was left in a grimace and then looked around her.
His vision was blurred and she had a sore thighs ....
By closing her eyes, she thought back to the firmness with which the hands of Billy had seized his skin to be welded to his and he flashes returned, his face hardened, his hands clenched, his body movements, his breath.
She suddenly felt ill.
- Yoko's it going? Andreas has always asked by her side, putting his hand on his shoulder.
She opened her eyes and saw she had one wish, to find Bill and again and again.
- Uh ... yes ... yes my head is spinning a bit it will pass.
She watched Terry, still sitting next to the blonde who laughed out loud with her and Tom.
- Who's Osa she ask Andreas.
- It's a chick who was at the party ... the girl I know that important.
- Ah ...
Terry did not look drunk in his presence ... the contrary.
It concludes that it does not represent a potential threat to his plan to set the hook on the beautiful blond with fiery eyes.
The rest of the night passed without noticing Yoko.
She was completely elsewhere, and alcohol in his blood that burned him to dive back sometimes violently in the arms of Billy, now has straddled him against the glossy tile bathroom, sometimes under the hot shower to a passion that completely exceeded.
About four hours The others left, leaving Tom, the little blonde, Terry and Yoko alone in the large suite.
They were all four sitting in a circle on the floor, there were empty bottles of alcohol on the ground and it was excruciatingly hot.
Yoko tried to concentrate to understand what the blonde said, Terry called 'Tinkerbell'.
The music had gone through all stages from Green Day to the German rap and now the Hi Fi was playing a kind of soft R & B that Yoko was boring to death. She looked
Tom speak, and when she lowered her eyes to follow his hand tapping his cigarette against the ashtray in front of him, she found it had a hand dangerously positioned between the legs of Terry.
Yoko blinked.
He finished his cigarette and stubbed out the cigarette, glancing kindly princely to Yoko.
Without taking his eyes, he passed his other hand on the small end of Tinkerbell knee and back along his thigh.
Oh .
The two girls laughed and Yoko felt he was not wanting much to Terry jumped on the blond, whose hand still wandering around under her skirt.
She wondered if she noticed he was doing exactly the same thing to the pretty blonde.
Yoko grabbed his glass and finished in a gulp.
When she tore her eyes red from the bottom of the glass, she almost choke when he heard Tom ask girls to kiss.
They did so willingly.
Yoko gulped and muttered an "I'm leaving" with a glance to the young man caught in the middle of the mad hugs.
He replied with a wink and pulled out a hand under the shirt of Terry to give him a friendly wave.
Yoko left the room, staggering, as in shock.
After all ... they had every right to be fun she said finally. She walked slowly
in the hallway wondering what was going still happen to him between the bed of Tom and his, she even remember the number.
In reviewing the front room of Bill, she stopped.
a huge desire to knock on the door and throw herself into his arms with all his forces took possession of her.
She raised her fist to the door and paused several times.
- He sleeps Yoko. Suddenly she heard behind her.
She turned quickly and found himself face to face with Andreas.
- Oh, uh ... I know ...
He approached and began to whisper.
- With the days that pass, I think will happen to you not to wake him up! You will see tomorrow!
Yoko nodded, biting her cheek.
- Is Tom went to bed? I forgot my laptop in his room.
- Euhhhh ... I think ... ... euuh is busy ... Yoko stammered.
Andreas frowned, and Yoko made a gesture that meant "I will not make you a drawing"
- Oh! uh ... ok ... Well, I would look for tomorrow.
Yoko nodded again and preparing to resume its path towards the chamber, but the young blond bleached called out in him grabbing his arm.
- Yoko
- Yes,
There was a silence, he seemed reluctant to ask his question. He took a detached and ran his fingers through his hair, the other in the jeans pocket gross.
- Do you and Bill have you lie down together, "he asked finally.
Yoko was a little nervous laugh.
At the time she was about to answer him Yes just to see his reaction, but she changed her mind.
- I think if he has something to tell you, he will tell you surely.
The young man nodded and gave him a smile before turning on his heel and finally disappear at the corner of the corridor.
Yoko
cast a last glance at the bedroom door of Billy and then she went to her room leaving the door unlocked in case Terry would go back to sleep with her, and she lay down, throwing all his clothes through the beautiful room hotel, falling asleep in seconds.
The day slowly filtered through the curtains half drawn from the hotel room. Yoko
stretched, god she had slept well.
Looking at her side, she noticed that Terry had finally joined. The beautiful blonde was
extent are all in long underwear and still slept with his fist closed.
Yoko smiled thinking about the night she had to go.
She rose quietly and went to the bathroom. The whole room was a real mess.
front of the mirror, she admired his monumental ring and thanked the Lord for having created the concealer.
She leaned forward to run the sink water but stopped short.
A silver chain with a black star at the end was placed on the lavatory. Yoko
seized it and admired it a good minute with tender eyes and pressed it to his neck.
She was eager to get him back.
Moreover, where was he and what was he doing? Yoko looked at his watch and had a shock.
Fourteen hours and forty five.
She screamed and threw himself out of the bathroom to wake his friend.
- Terryyyyy! Get up you saw what time it is!
The blonde mumbled and rubbed his eyes.
- Jeez, you know what time I went to bed!
- It is two forty-five! Hurry up!
- meeeeerde ... And she moans, passing his hand over his face.
Yoko rushed into the bathroom and dressed in a hurry.
His hair was perfect as usual long and large on each side of his shoulders.
She returned just a little water and a touch of frost on fixing the golden strand across his face. It is now disguised
carefully and began to gather his business into a ball on the bed.
Nothing about it appear that she had left the clay of his life yesterday.
The beautiful black shirt that Billy had given her was all wrinkled and wet and Yoko said she would bring the laundry to the hotel later.
Terry was struggling to emerge. She dressed
softly and locked herself in the bathroom.
Yoko was boiling and bursting with desire to find the boys.
She did not even know where they were.
When Terry was ready, they went toward the door and they found a word that had been slipped under the door. Terry
deciphered the scribbled sheet aloud.
" Hi girls, I hope you slept well, if you want to join a taxi ask for the" Colorline Arena, there is the whole afternoon. Bill "
- Another Arena, Yoko sighed opening the door, trying to hide as much of its immense relief and joy not to have been transferred as a messy after the inglorious episode last night.
Terry was still so sleepy that Yoko did not dare question her about her night with Tom and Tinkerbell.
She simply ask a taxi at reception. There were no fans outside the hotel and the girls were waiting at the door by letting grill under the hot sun of Hamburg.
Looking out the car window, Yoko wondered if the whole city was not waiting for Tokio Hotel to the Arena Colorline. There was hardly anyone in the streets.
And suddenly Arena. As
in Cologne, was a sort of big stage enclosed isolated from the rest of the city, and it was teeming with life.
- Or do I drop you, ladies? asked the taxi driver.
- Uh ... here ... I'll be fine articulation Terry. Thank you.
The car stopped along the boulevard a little apart.
Girls with what he paid with their remaining money and Yoko began to leave the car.
-Ahh I hurt everywhere ... she dropped blowing.
- Mashed
too ... They looked for a moment without saying anything, then laughed, looking from the car.
more they laughed, less Yoko did not know whether she laughed or wept.
- I knew it! Terry said grabbing her friend by the shoulder to tighten against it.
Yoko pressed in turn and big tears rolled down her cheeks, as if to remove all that was stored since the previous day.
- Terry Oh if you knew! She murmured.
- Come on, we are not obliged to go there right away, you can walk for a moment if you want.
Yoko nodded, passing his hand under his glasses to wipe her tears.
They sat on a bench not far from the edge of the wide Boulevard, in the shade of a tree line.
Opposite is the huge arena, or line up swarmed three hundred meters each at least, who waved and let loose the shouts of excited wave every five minutes.
Yoko unwrapped its history to Terry, who listened attentively.
In the end, they were both crying like madeleines.
Yoko looked up at the Arena, she saw signs written with Bill suddenly everywhere and had only one desire, the hug.
- Here we go, ask Terry Osa.
- Yeah But ... and you ... I mean, you're still sleeping with Tom last night ...
- Uh ... "lying" is an understatement! she said, drying her tears with a smile.
- What was so wild that!
They laughed.
- Yoko Damn, when I say that I hurt everywhere is not bullshit, this guy is MA-LADE.
Yoko stifled his laughter and said she would have liked to see it.
- And where is the little Tinkerbell?
- She returned quietly to her ... Nothing to do with the fans "basic" ... She just wanted a good time ...
- Oh ... Yoko said he welcomed inside to have a friend as libertine and open. She would never have liked to share Bill, or even Tom.
They left their seats and approached the arena, looking for the entrance backstage.
A mass of fans were huddled in front of the girls thought that the entry be coveted.
A large gate with security guards and blocked the girls could see between the fence, buses and trucks on the tour.
Terry took his badge All Access, and Yoko began rummaging through his bag, his pockets ... But she does found none.
- Terry fucking shit, I'm not my badge.
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