Human Connect To Human

{Concert 2} Chapter 12: What Now? Part Two

***hehe, early upload cuz i ... i don't know... felt inspired i guess. 

**dedicated to @morgain_raven because she's back after weeks and weeks of writers block and has an awesome new story up :) Check her out cuz she was my first fan and yeah :)

*Next chapter will be another Mikah interlude, kinda short (i think) and i hope to have it by Friday.

Anyway... 

(Continued...)

They drive to the mall, a few miles away. There was no chatter as the car continued down the wonderfully diverse streets of Chicago, at one point passing a large field followed by, what made Bill chuckle, a Wal-Mart. After Mikah explained how Wal-Mart worked, their effect on the communities around them and the lack of interest in nothing but money, Bill once more felt that connection towards her. She cared about people, about others around her, and it wasn’t, or didn’t sound to be, just another line.

The rest of the ride was terribly awkward filled with silence and the occasional chime from their phones as they received text messages. Bill mostly received messages from Tom who was wondering where he was and one from Gustav who thought to warn him about Tom’s ‘worry’. Sometimes it felt like Gustav was more of a brother then Tom; he was more caring, in his own way, than Tom had ever been.

Mikah received messages from her best friend, the girl who had dropped her off at the theatre. Wanting to talk about the movie, Mikah told him. Other than laughing softly at a couple of text messages, turning to explain them to Bill, Mikah was silently rubbing her hands together on her lap nervously.

When they arrive, after almost an our of ear splitting silence (hehe get it?), they stepped out of the car and, after a few words to John about coming in with them, which he accepted after a few moments, they headed into the large mall.

On the outside, the words the HIP where in a turquoise color that, against the dark stone of the building, almost captivated your eyes so that you would go in the even for the smallest of reasons. The coy pond in front of the letters, Bill checks that there were no real fish inside, sprinkles at their ankles as they cross the little garden-like-area and go through the parking lots to one of the many doors.

The first store they see a European (or euro-amer as its called) store. They enter it, Bill amused at seeing mostly American designs with fancy ‘European’ logo’s on it. He doesn’t comment, he sees the amusement in Mikah’s eyes as they peruse the stores wares.

Next, with John going to the Disney store next door, they head to Hot Topic. A rather dark and bleak store that Tokio Hotel was once associated with. He expects to find their latest CD on their shelves, their merchandise on display or a tee shirt on the plaques like the rest of the bands, but is perplexed to find none. Mikah, who was looking at the clothes rack, comes to his side and sighs.

“Yeah, I know,” she says knowingly. “They have absolutely nothing with your face on it.”

He thought of that for a moment. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, he concluded. No advertisement, although it meant not having a large fan base, also meant people wouldn’t recognize him if he were to casually walk down the street. He wouldn’t be bombarded with screaming hormonal girls who wanted something, sometimes everything, from him. He had no use for bodyguards... and Mikah would be safe from the media.

“Good,” he tells her with a smile. Taking a bold move, he takes her hand and leads her out of the store. John waits outside of it, leaning against an artificial tree, and quirks his eyebrow as they emerge from the dark store. Bill smiles and then looks down at Mikah who smiles back, a blush settling over her cheeks.