Once upon a time (Bill Kaulitz fanfiction)

Chapter 21

The door imperceptibly opened. I didn't move from under my sheets, like every day -except for school, which is why I'd been replaced in the musical. Fuck it, I wouldn't have been good anyway.

"Lola, honey…" I heard my mum shyly ask. "Someone for you at the door."

"Tell that "someone" to go to hell." I mumbled.

"Lola, please… It's Bojan."

I slowly rose up from my bed, still grumping. My hair was messy and I had deep dark circles under my eyes. I hated my face. I hated that girl in the mirror and her stupid stare. I wanted to shatter the reflection in pieces to make it pay for its insolence. I put on random clothes and no make-up.

"Hello, Lola." Bojan said when he saw me walking downstairs; he looked better than me but I could see his smile was fake. "You look…"

"Ugly, I know."

"That's not what I meant... But I must admit, I've seen you in a better shape than that."

"Tell me about these days…" I said and smirked. "I'm sorry, I mean, come on in. It's good to see you." I tried to smile at him but failed.

He joined me upstairs and closed the door of my room behind us. We then sat on my bed and hugged.

"I talked to the twins. And I tried to free myself as soon as possible, just like you did for me the day I lost on the show... How long now since... ?"

"A month." I said in a choked voice.

A tear threatened to fall. He handed me a tissue from his backpack, but it appeared it finally decided not to drop.

"I'm waiting for my mind to get used to it, but it never does. It still hurts every day." I calmly declared, my voice slowly turning back to normal.

Bojan rubbed my shoulder.

"I got something for you." He said and took out a cap from his bag: it was the Supergirl cap.

I looked at him as he handed it to me.

"Don't you like it anymore?"

"Well, of course I do! But I think you deserve it better. I'm Superman, and you're my Supergirl. I'm proud of you. We're both indestructible together."

I gave him a small smile at how cheesy his encouragement sounded and we hugged again.

"I also got news from the twins." He continued. "DSDS finally stopped two weeks ago. The winner was Susan."

I silently nodded. I couldn't care less but it was nice to see Bojan cared enough to give me news of the world, no matter how less I could care of it.

"…Also, the twins are back on tour. They finally released their third album a few days ago. I don't have it, but I hacked a few of their new titles." He said and took his computer out of his bag. "You wanna listen to it?"

I paused and mumbled:

"Sure, why not…"

But he then looked embarrassed and started to put it back in its place:

"I'm sorry. You're right, maybe I shouldn't make you…"

"Not at all. Go ahead. As long as it doesn't release poison, I don't think it's gonna kill me to listen to music."

Bojan turned it on. It was amazed at the dozens -if not hundreds- of albums that were already hacked in his machine. He went to the Tokio Hotel session and started the first track.

"This one is now a single. It's quite sad but the music is fantastic." He admitted with a grin.

The song was called "Broken Glass Slipper". I must say, it was really good. Maybe a little too good for me, actually.

"Can you start another one?" I said with a grimace.

He did so and went to one called "Fire of my tears". The third one was called "Can't wake up", the fourth one "Fly over a clover field"…

"Stop it! Stop it! Another one, please!" I exclaimed. "Isn't there anything else? A dance song? Or even a love song, maybe?"

Bojan shook his head.

"I checked the album list on Wikipedia. There's no love song in this one."

"How is that possible? Every album's got at least one!"

We went both quiet.

"I think you should call him."

"I don't. Not after this. Not after all these horrible things I said to him. And the tears, the screams… We have no choice but to just move on. We can't go back. It's too late, it's too late…" I said and took my face in my hands.

Sometimes at night, I could still hear the bangs Bill gave to the wall and see Tom's eyes, watching me: what did you do? This time, Bojan took my shoulders to make me look in his eyes.

"Maybe it's not." He said and took one last thing off his backpack.

He handed me a gift that was barely bigger than my hand and wrapped in shiny paper. I took it and gave him a questioning look.

"What is it? It's not my birthday."

"You're right, it's not. That doesn't mean you still don't deserve it. It's from me and Luce. And your mum helped a little too." He added when I opened it.

There were three tickets of one of the two Tokio Hotel concerts that would soon take place in my town.

"Are you serious?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Of course not. Here's the real gift." He replied with a grin and took out another ticket from his pocket.

I slowly read the inscription.

"VIP pass… for a session of autographs?"

"Yeah, the tickets were really expansive, so we could only afford one pass."

"And you guys bought it for me?"

"No, for your mum. Of course, it's for you, dummy!"

This time, I gave him a real grin and held him in my arms.

"I don't know what to say… Thank you so much! You guys are the best!"

"You're welcome. As long as you remember you ought us for the rest of your life, that is."

"Don't go too far, Clark Kent." I said and rolled my eyes.