I'll Sing You One Last Song and then I'm Gone (Tokio Hotel Fan-Fic)

Chapter 12

This story is written by @xAnDeinerSeitex She wrote this story on a website called TokioHotelFiction.com. I was able to locate her and found out she had a wattpad account. She has given me permission to post it on here. @xAnDienerSeitex aslo has a new updated version of the story, as seeing this one is a few years old. If you like to read that one click the external link on the side. And I would like to say I have no rights to this story and I am NOT the writer. I would also like to thank @xAnDeinerSeitex for writing this great story and letting me post it on my account.

Our night continued on in the manner we'd been carrying it together, screeching the lyrics to songs that came on we knew (making up the words to the ones we didn't) and doing the most ridiculous dance moves, all while simultaneously trying hard not to trip over the other, which proved to be quite the task on its own, let alone when your body is almost crippled with the insanity of laughter.

I think my favorite part might have been seeing a bunch of kids from Marmara there, kids who would know what a shift in the social balance of our school it was to see me out with Joey Attollicci, laughing and joking and making asses of ourselves like we'd known each other forever. They overlooked the fact that I was finally coming out of my shell and letting loose for a night, they overlooked that I was happy about being able to act like a moron with someone other than Ellie without the almost promised insecurity that goes with it, they overlooked that I was having a good time for once in my miserable life. All they saw was the prince with the peasant, and it just wasn't acceptable. None of them said anything, but they all stared. Not fleeting glances, either – I mean, they STARED. Something told me I'd be in for it come Monday.

But that was Monday, and this was Friday. I didn't care about them just yet. They would deal their blows to me when I was alone on Monday, since they're too cowardly nd concerned with Joey's opinion of them to say anything to my face while the situation is actually happening. They're too narrow-minded to deal with me when I have someone they know won't let me take their shit. So they would wait until I was alone to pounce on me and rip me to shred so they could devour every last piece of me. Like they say, there's safety in numbers. That night, I wasn't flying solo, as I usually was. I had Joey by my side, and those that knew him just knew he would say something to them should they decide to be cruel to me. On Monday in school, I'll be wandering the halls of Marmara, praying for the clock to tick a little faster so I can just go home, and Joey will be back in Corsica, sitting high on his throne of social power, smiling down over his domain.

Sure, outside of school, we could deny the thing that we both knew, but when we didn't have any other choice but to return to our real lives and face them, it would be different. Joey and I were from social classes, and everyone knew we, by societal rules, should not even be speaking to each other, due to our vast difference in social acceptance.

But I didn't have to face those differences until Monday, when the ridicule and question and bullying started up again. And until then, I would bask in Joey's glory until I absolutely had to step out of his limelight.

It just bothered me that they all thought he was your run-of-the-mill jackass like them, who fed on the pain of those in the lower classes, getting glory and satisfaction from watching us squirm under their microscopes. Unless he was putting on an act for me, Joey was nothing like the people who clung to his coattails and let their worlds revolve around them. He knew so many people, and the majority of them were horrible on the inside, rotten to the core. How could anyone like him mix with the people they were? He wasn't like them at all. If anything, he was like me, which baffled me. He and I were exactly alike, since we were a little bit off-center from everyone else. Why was it that his eccentricities launched him like a rocket to the top of the town's social food chain, when the same traits tied themselves like anchors around my ankles and dragged me down to the very bottom?