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

Chapter 17

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.

Joey's bright, shining face was the first thing Ellie and I saw as we trudged out of the building that afternoon, Ellie complaining about how "unfair" Mr. Millson was for giving us a detention, me in sync beside her pretending to listen to her unending banter (how dare he punish us for breaking the rules, what a mean, mean man he is). The moment he saw us, he tossed a tattooed arm high up the air, waving it back and forth dramatically, like we really needed much to find him in a lot full of six other cars, his definitely the biggest and flashiest of all the other ones owned by soccer moms and broke college kids here to pick up their kids/friends once the after-school period was over.

Ellie laughed lightly as we made our way down the walkway. "I think your boy-toy is happy to see us," she teased. Honestly, I would have replied to her, refuted the title, had we not found our way into earshot range, and I didn't want to hurt Joey's feelings and deny that I was forming them for him over a stupid little comment.

"Good afternoon, my little lemons," he beamed at us, stepping away from the car a bit to greet us both, me with a hug and a kiss, Ellie with just a hug. Yes, you read that right, a kiss. After the show that'd happened with Blondie last week in this very same spot, more and more people were catching wind of the fact that he and I could potentially have something going between us. Neither of us cared much about earning their approval on our relationship, though, if a relationship is what he and I were forming. We wanted to kiss each other, and so, without a care in the world, we would, in front of ten other kids walking out of school, or in front of ten thousand other kids. It just didn't matter anymore. "How are you lovely women doing this afternoon?"

Again, my best friend laughed as she clambered into the back seat immediately behind where I sat as the passenger. "We're bored to tears. Our math teacher is kind of a dick, and he wouldn't even let us talk in detention," she rambled a bit. "'Oh, you guys talked enough in class when you should have been taking notes. Hi, my name is Mr. Millson, and I'm a huge, floppy asshole'."

I rolled my eyes as Joey looked to me with a questioning sort of expression. "Right?" I agreed. "How dare we want to have a conversation while he's trying to teach us something we're going to need on the test we're taking on Thursday. I can't believe he had the audacity to want us to learn something from him in class today."

Not catching onto the fact that I was being completely sarcastic in my agreement with her, Ellie continued to flap her gums. "Exactly! I want to be something really cool when I leave college, and the premise of 'cool' says absolutely nothing about Calculus. Millson just hates us because he knows we're good at his class and we don't need him or the materials to make it in life. I think he's just a jerk to everyone because he's coming to terms with the fact that his class is useless and it sucks."

We were not good in his class, honestly. I was good in his class, and I was also good for Ellie in his class. Without me, she'd have dropped out of it in the first week. Joey, thankfully, was a tiny bit brighter, and he was privy to the fact that I was being a sarcastic little wench, and laughed to himself. "Ellie, darling, where am I taking you?" Joey picking us up had become somewhat of a tradition, and he'd agreed to do it for the entirety of the winter, so we didn't have to walk in the freezing cold air, and he'd been more than willing to drive us to school starting tomorrow, since he had a study hall for his first class of the day (it was like the all-senior one Marmara had at the end of the day, just flip-flopped in time slots), and he didn't have to be to school until eight thirty in the morning. Personally, I would use that time to sleep, but apparently we're worth waking up at seven for.