Love Don't Break Me:
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to date a member of Tokio Hotel? Well Bonnie did just that.
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Bonnie and her two best-friends attends the New York concert of TOKIO HOTEL. They go with excitement knowing they would...
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TOM KAULITZ
I knocked on the door of the red brick townhome as hard as I could; no one answered. It was a nice day; the sun was out and the trees were all budding in the spring warmth. I parked my car behind a bright yellow Mini Cooper and I was nervous looking at my Range Rover barely fitting onto the small parking pad. I knocked on the door again and began shaking my leg out of nerves.
Three weeks ago, we released the music video for "Sand & Honey" and the reviews came like a whirlwind. Most of them were great. They loved the minimalistic, raw and unedited view we captured. They applauded our ability to create a beautiful ballad that meshed hints of R&B and rock together seamlessly.
Some of the reviews were actually quite weird; it did not cross my mind that people would look at it as Bill and Bonnie in a relationship. That was never a thought, so when people said they thought it was 'different' and 'peculiar' to have Bill making out and practically making love to a Bonnie look-a-like, it took me by quite a surprise. Bill on the other hand thought it was hilarious that people would even think of such a thing. He didn't seem as upset by it as I thought, which confused me; as if he didn't mind the idea .
I looked around at the people walking by as I stood alone standing on the doorsteps. My leg still shook out of nervousness and I started biting onto my lip. Everyone seemed to be in such a hurry to go about his or her lives. That is one thing about New York; everyone is super busy and everyone think they are more important than the next person is. I reached to knock again when the door opened before me.
There she stood, Bonnie, looking at me in my eyes.
Her stomach was huge and round before her and she cradled it as if our child was already here. Her hair was longer, flowing in waves to her shoulders and dyed a honey blonde color. It is clear that she was not expecting to see anyone let alone me at the door. She had her purse and car keys in her hand, she wore a tight grey dress with a long green jacket, and she had a full face of makeup on.
"Going somewhere?" I asked.
She stood there numb to what she was seeing. Her eyes looked around behind me, darting from sight to sight, then back to my face again. She slowly grabbed the corners of her jacket and tried to close it to hide her obvious baby bump.
"You can't hide it," I said with a small laugh and smile.
"Apparently I am not good at hiding anything," she snarled.
Her body slumped and she made a small sigh then turned back around into the townhome. I closed the door and followed her down the hall. The house was cold, and I do not mean the temperature. The walls were a dark ugly green color with bright yellow stripes randomly painted throughout then stops suddenly at the kitchen. The black curtains were thick and drawn, the furniture was oddly placed, and there was a swivel staircase in the far middle of the dining area. It was very uninviting, ugly and looked like it belonged to an old woman and her bachelor grandson, rather than a slinky funny-looking model and her pregnant girlfriend.
