2. Are you still mine? (Tokio Hotel/Tom Kaulitz Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty. Wishin' I could be with you.

GUUUUUUYS! We reached chapter 30! I am so proud of this story, it might not be the coolest one you've read, but I've learned so much in all the time I've been spending on writing...

I know I said it would be a thirty four chapter long story, but I'm still writing this and it's a little bit longer...

As to Bill's fanfic, (yeah, the one I've talked about for like a month now...) I've decided on writing it in english and I think you're gonna like it because I'm doing something different there, it's gonna be nothing like this story (I image, at least). 

So enjoy chapter thirty, it's a long one!

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The house was boring. I had gotten used to being busy going around here and there and then the doctor said no more trips and here I was; I turned into a stay-home-mom.

It wasn’t that bad, there was time and space for me to do stuff, the problem was that I had no idea of what stuff to do. I tried painting and got myself to draw a long red line in the middle of my canvas, which was all that I managed to do, because I just couldn’t put the brush against the white surface again. Simone was usually calling and being really thoughtful; it felt like having mom home, although it was weird because she was not my mother. The guys were not taking a break soon; they were starting up in Germany and going around Europe until May, and the first two months of the year kicked off badly for me as they were having fun on tour.

Simone was my company during every visit to the doctor and Allison kept texting me to ask about how things were going, it was very unlikely that she made a trip to Hamburg anytime soon but I appreciated how she tried to be there for me.

Sometimes I’d taken Allison for a not so close friend, but in all reality she was the closest girlfriend I had ever had, not even my old high school friends could go near to how much Allison meant to me or how much she prooved I meant to her.

Tom was not as excited as Bill to see how our baby would look, but I still sent him the dark images of the baby, six months was a lot, but the baby wasn’t allowing the doc to figure out if we were having a boy or a girl, it just made me more eager to know.

With so little things to do I had started to spend hours and hours reading, eating and staring intently at my red line over the canvas. I was determined to paint again, so I was now looking at the canvas during one of the many calls with Tom; I was making a big effort to forgive and forget, but at night I still wondered if Tom was going to spend the night alone in his room or accompanied by his shameless “girlfriend”, or maybe he'd meet another girl...

“Yeah and Georg’s all worked up because Allison called, I don’t even wanna know…he’s texting her right now.” I chuckled, she had texted me sometime a couple of days before telling me about how stupid she felt about breaking her ankle while walking down the street. It was one of those funny stories that are not really funny, she had just fallen and landed badly on her leg, she didn’t even hear the crack; she just couldn’t stand back up. A girl passing by helped her to a bench and she had to wait for the ambulance.

“She’s fine, tell Georg.” I heard Tom yell at Georg before he got back to me on the phone.

“He flipped me the finger.” He explained nonchalantly. “And how are you? Mom says you’re eating like a little pig.”

"She didn't use those words, did she?" I questioned him. He laughed out loud. 

"No, no...she didn't."He said. "But you have to gain weight."