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

Chapter 27

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.

Feeling both satisfied and torn at the same time, I fluttered back into the real world, the phantom feeling of Bill's lips still haunting mine, and I simply looked to the ceiling and sighed to myself. Alone, no longer having to deal with the intrusion, I sprawled out in bed, contented by the thought of just lying there and embracing the ways in which my world was picking up again. Now that I had Bill back, and would continue to have him back, if he was serious about that, I would do whatever I had to in order to keep him, to spare myself the pain of going months without him. They've always said that absence makes the heart fonder, and maybe it was what I needed to see what was best for me. The sorrows of being without him gone, I could admit that doing without Bill for a while had made me appreciate his presence all that much more. No more would I take him for granted, mistreat him. I would hold him near and dear to my heart, where he really should have been this entire time.

Lost in my thoughts for I don't know how long, I didn't hear the door to the bathroom open, and I basked in my solitude, floating in my fresh, pleasant sea of thoughts, only until a very naked Joey emerged back into the room.

The sight of him made my heart sink, dragged the reality of my life back up to the forefront, dissolving the beauty of my dreams, and the real world smacked me right in the face. As nice as it was to have Bill back, my life still wasn't as it had been before. Joey was still here, and his lack of clothing reminded me just what I had done the night before, the decision I made.

Regret coursed through my veins immediately, yanking the color from my face with it, landing all in my stomach, concocted into a nauseous sort of feeling.

The worst part of it was, Joey didn't even seem to take notice. Instead of asking why my face was so awfully contorted, he just smiled at me in his typically Joey way. With Bill's reentry back into my life, the usual flash-mob of butterflies that grin gave me before was lost. Now it just made me feel that much sicker, like I should consider reaching for the trash bin stashed under the night stand beside the bed. “Good to see you awake,” he beamed as he roughly rubbed a towel against his long hair, making no effort to cover himself where I wished he would. His nakedness was just a stark reminder of what we had done the night before, one I definitely didn't need or want. “Feel like getting breakfast before I bring you back home?” He paused for a moment, looking at me. “You look kind of upset by that. My phone ringing this morning was Julian. Someone called off, and he needs someone to cover a shift. I could come over after work, though, if you want.”

He awaited a response as he walked to the large mirror over the dresser, returning to the chore of towel-drying his hair, gifting me with a view of his ass, from which I tried to shy away. It didn't take very much consideration at all for me to say what I said to him next. “Uh, no, that's okay. I just want to be alone tonight.”

Maybe not so much alone, as much as I just wanted to go to sleep, and never wake up. If my dreams are the only place I can be with Bill, then I'd do anything to just sleep forever. Waking up makes him go away, and I don't want that, not anymore. I don't want to be away from him for another second. All of my attention needed to be on him, and I couldn't do that with Joey standing in my way. No more would I play both sides of the field; no more would I allow my entire entity to split into two highly contrasting sides. Locked inside of me all these months was the quiet, artsy girl that being with Joey had hidden deep within my core, and today, she demanded to come back out to play. So no, I didn't want to hang out with him, or meet up with his friends, or any of that. I wanted to finish my cartoon presentation for art tomorrow, take a hot bubble bath listening to some of my favorite music, and go to sleep early so I could get a head-start on dreaming. Such was an evening I hadn't enjoyed in months. I didn't want to deal with a boyfriend, or a group of people who don't actually like me, or any of the social pressures that come with my assumed popularity. I wanted to center my mind and wash my hands of this stupid act I kept up for months, hopefully for good.