Little Tokios-prologue by SailorStephie, literature
Literature
Little Tokios-prologue
Prologue: It was just one of those days, Stephie sat at her desk at her "boring" job sifting through files when she heard something. Was that singing?
"For she's a jolly good mama! For she's a jolly good mama! For she's a jolly good mama....which nobody can deny!" coworkers were singing to one of the pregnant employees in this office.
"GACK! not another baby shower!" Stephie thought as something soon popped up in her email
It was an urgent message from the Tokio Hotel fanclub.
Stephie knew emails considered "personal" had to be opened at home. But since everyone seemed to be gathered around the expectant mother at the moment, she thought
Tokio Hotel Obsession Signs by ShadowGirl271, literature
Literature
Tokio Hotel Obsession Signs
You Know Your Are Obsessed With Toiok Hotel When...
1. You have taken up learning German so that you can understand what the guys say.
2. Your 'Top 25 Most Played' playlist is all Tokio Hotel songs.
3. When you hear the name Bill/Tom/Gustav/Georg you can't help but smile.
4. You get really upset when someone says Bill looks like a girl.
5. You pronounce George as Georg.
6. You have accepted Bill and Tom as German names.
7. You have over 100 pictures of the band, individual pictures included.
8. When you hear the words Ready, Set, Go you follow them by belting out the rest of the song.
9. You have got more than 20 pictures of Tokio Ho
Tokio Hotel Oneshot-Hurt .1 by THFanFurImmer, literature
Literature
Tokio Hotel Oneshot-Hurt .1
It was a sunny morning at the Kaulitz twins apartment. Bill was sitting on his bed, scribbling random lyrics ,for a new song ,in his notebook. Tom was sitting in his room, with a dozen empty bottles of beer scattered across his bedroom floor.
" Oooooooo pretty colors" Tom mumbled, giggling like a little girl. He gulped down his drink, throwing the bottle on the floor. " 13" He hicupped. Tom got to his feet, the room was spinning which made Tom giggle like an idiot. He walked to Bills room, tripping over his own feet a couple times until he reached Bills door.
" Billi!" Tom squeeled running towards Bills bed. He hopped on Bills bed, cutley l
Tom opened the door to his house and slowly shuffled in, with his hands in his pockets.
"Tom? Is that you?" Tom's mother, Simone, asked from the living room.
"..yeah.."
"Would you come in here? We have some, um, news to tell you."
Tom made his way into the living room and saw his parent seated on the couch, looking rather serious.
"What is it?" Tom asked, sitting down on the chair across from them.
Simone looked at her husband, Gordon, and replied,
"Your grandmother has passed. " Simone said solemnly.
"Which one? The one in Oregon, or.." Tom trailed off.
"Your other grandmother, the one in the mental hospital. She went peacefully in
Bill walked through the doors to the school cafeteria and slowly and shyly made his way to the lunch lady. He stood in front of her and stared down at his feet, exhaling once before looking up and grabbing a tray from the left of him.
"What would you like hun?" questioned a wide woman with red hair pinned up in a net, freckles spread across most of her equally chubby face.
"Just, whatever you have left." the dark haired boy said, eyeing the clock.
"Alright then, " she responded, walking closer to him to take his tray, "Oh my goodness, what happened to your eye dear?"
She gazed at the purple colouring that had made its way around Bill's en
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Bill slammed his head onto his arms, staring down at the table. He hated school and everyone in it. No one liked him, he was the school freak, the outcast. People either made fun of him for how he looked or dressed, or completely ignored him. He'd much rather be ignored than insulted, but he couldn't avoid it. He never saw what was wrong with him, but, he just accepted he wasn't popular and left it at that.
Tom on the other hand, was the opposite, he wasn't the most popular, but people liked him, and he didn't know why. He didn't act differently, he wasn't rich, and he wasn't e
Tom was sitting in the middle of his History class. Mr. Haggins, a balding old man with a crooked nose was giving the whole class a lecture about the importance of silence during class.
Right then, Tom's cell phone went off, causing the whole class to turn around and glare at him.
"Mr. Kaulitz. The phone please."
Mr. Haggins extended his frail arm for Tom to put the phone in.
Tom looked at the caller ID.
"GREENBROOKE CNTY HOSP"
"I have to take this!" Tom exclaimed, grabbing his bag and rushing out the rear door.
He flipped open his phone and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" Tom said, his voice showed signs of nervousness.
"Mr. Kaulitz? Li
Sometimes I Freak Myself Out by EsztixTH, literature
Literature
Sometimes I Freak Myself Out
Goodnight, Tom. Night, I answer. Bill doesnt know this will be his last night ever.
It seems to take ages before he finally sleeps. I look at him for a while to make sure he wont wake up. It would ruin it all.
It had been this way from the very first beginning. He always had to stay in the front at photo shoots. And even when he got in the back, the photographer replaced him to his position. Was he really so much prettier? In my opinion he was still the slightly feminine part of an identical twin. Maybe it was because he is the front man. But does that make him so important? Like his voice is so special
Tom was laying on his bed listening to his ipod while twirling a dreadlock around his finger. Tom was a brilliant multitasker. He heard the door to his room open and heard a swoosh as someone rushed in and sat on the ground, leaning against the wall.
"Bill?" Tom guessed without looking up.
"Ugh." Bill huffed.
Bill was Tom's identical twin brother, you wouldn't be able to tell by looking at them, but it was true.
"What now?" Tom sighed, Bill was prone to whining about little things, like chipping a nail or a sequin falling off a jacket.
"She dumped me." Bill looked up to Tom.
"Why? Was she pissed that your makeup was better than hers or
A Model's Life Ch.1 by Hamburgers-for-Bill, literature
Literature
A Model's Life Ch.1
A MODELS LIFE - CHAPTER 1
Bill looked at the runway. He was feeling so sick. He just had another relationship with the toilet and a toothbrush. His Manager David made him pay for the burger and large fries he had earlier. Bill wondered if what he was doing was right, werent guy models supposed to be butch? But he refused to argue with David, after all he had worked with some of the greatest supermodels in the world, and modeling had always been Bills dream. Hed do anything to become one. Even if it meant starving himself.
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Nice woo Georg, but I can do better.
Wanna make that a bet Thomas?