On a rainy October morning, in the last pew of an old San Francisco church, sat a boy with frayed hair. He was wearing a black jacket, black pants, and a black shirt. His nails were painted black and he was crying.
When the funeral service was over, the boy walked back to his black car and rode away. He drove to the airport, bought a ticket back to Germany, and went into the airport bookstore. There, on a padded couch, he laid down and cried.
This boy’s dark secret is only known by few. His tw…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on January 19, 2009 at 1:15pm —
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Seconds later, the group was racing down a narrow sidestreet. Jo didn’t know where they were, and she was starting to think that she was in one of those movies where the cab driver is actually a secret spy set out to bring his passengers to their death.
Luckily, this was all in her mind. They soon emerged onto a short bridge and were driving over a river, past hoards of walking tourists, still groggy from their early morning tea. The streets got more crowded, as she saw the logos of familiar cl…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on January 19, 2009 at 12:30pm —
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“Hello?”
“Mom?”
“Jo, where are you? Are you in France? Jo, these men broke into our house last night, stole things from your room, took pictures of everything, I was so scared!”
“Mom, I’m fine. Everything’s going to be okay.”
“Okay?” Chelsie was yelling. “They found BAGS of PUKE in your closet! Honey, why didn’t you tell me about this? I could have stopped it, or helped out…or something!”
“Mom, I’m over that. I haven’t done anything like that since I met…”
“AND WHO IS THAT BOY? I bet it’s…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on January 19, 2009 at 11:54am —
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“How are you feeling?” Bill asked as he handed Jo a cup of hot tea. They were lying on the same mattress, and Bill had just gone down to the coffee shop downstairs for some beverages.
“I’m feeling wonderful. Thank you,” said Jo, blowing on her cup.
“Last night, I forgot to tell you. During the concert, when I saw you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to bring you onstage with me for the world to see,” Bill chuckled and took a sip of coffee.
“Too bad Dunja pulled me away, or else I…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on December 26, 2008 at 8:30pm —
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After a fifteen minute drive, Bill pulled up to a curb. He got out of the car and rushed to open Jo’s door. Jo got out and looked around, but all she could see was darkness. Bill held her waist and directed her to the side of a house, where she could make out the shape of a ladder. Another ladder, just perfect!
“After you,” said Bill as he lifted Jo onto the ladder. She began to climb and he climbed after her, only one step behind.
Jo heaved herself onto the roof of a building, and Bill was be…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on December 26, 2008 at 2:07am —
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Jo stood backstage and watched. She saw three heavily-built men lifting a crate off to the side of the stage. They propped it open and took out three microphone stands. They proceeded to hoist them onto the stage. The curtain was closed; its blackness separated Jo from the thousands of fans creating a roar in the stadium. She found an empty suitcase and sat on it, listening to the various shouts. Why was she here? What was her point? She loved Bill, but was that enough for him? He was a supersta…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on December 26, 2008 at 1:30am —
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Two people were ushered into the room by concert security. One was an unshaven man with the beginnings of a beer belly starting to show on his stomach. He was wearing a baseball cap and had a large camera perched on his right shoulder. The other was a brunette lady wearing a navy pantsuit. She had a microphone in her hand, whose cord was attached to the man’s camera. The door closed and the two faced Jo.
“Who are you?” asked the lady with a thick French accent.
“Who are you?” Jo whispered.
“W…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on December 22, 2008 at 9:44pm —
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“Now we have to figure this out. How is this going to work? We obviously can’t have her in our hotel room, the fans will see her,” Tom paced back and forth while Jo and Bill lay on the bed making out. Jo was not paying attention to Tom as Bill warmed her whole body with his touch.
“LISTEN!” Tom shouted at them. They stopped.
“I should get myself a room, maybe at another hotel,” Jo suggested, looking at Bill.
“No, I won’t let you. You have to be near me, I can’t stand if you’re away,” he touch…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on September 28, 2008 at 5:52pm —
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“Ms. Jensen, Bill awaits,” said the pilot with a heavy German accent. She could tell he had practiced that phrase before she arrived. Jo took the pilot’s outstretched hand and followed him into the plane.
Jo was so happy. Even though Bill was not with her, she was sitting in a comfortable seat, eating a cheeseburger, looking out of the window at the ocean. Tokio Hotel music was playing over the stereo and she was anticipating meeting Bill. The plane, she felt, was going much faster than any pla…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on September 28, 2008 at 4:30pm —
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That night, after Bill left for his flight to Paris, Jo was lying in her hospital bed, fully clothed, hiding a small suitcase under her pillow. She was panting, having just gotten in through the window. She was staring at the clock, waiting for a time she thought would never come.
As soon as the nurse left her alone earlier that night, she ripped off her respirator tubes, opened the window, and ran through the cold night air to her house. She found the back door unlocked as usual and walked slo…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on September 28, 2008 at 4:00pm —
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The next morning, Jo found she was starving, and Bill brought her a gigantic breakfast tray filled with all kinds of cheeses, grapes, yogurts, juices, milk, cereal, buns, you name it. “I had to bribe them a little,” he winked as he started pouring her tea. He also brought with him a sketch pad for her to write on because he insisted that she not talk.
Her mom was with her all night, he told her with resentment. It meant that he could not be with her that night. Jo liked the thought that he want…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on August 16, 2008 at 10:29am —
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For the second time that day, Jo woke up with a headache. She heard a beeping sound next to her and realized that it was her heart, beeping away on a strange machine that showed waves. She tried to move her arms, but as soon as she did, her lungs started burning. She tried to scream, but her lungs didn’t let her. They were broken, Jo decided. Broken lungs. Would Bill like her anymore with broken lungs?
“Don’t do that anymore,” a familiar voice said on the other side of her bed. Jo flipped around…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on August 16, 2008 at 12:00am —
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San Francisco Airport is one of the largest in the country, and it operates like a well-oiled machine twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. It is fascinating, how the new airport is built seemingly on top of the old one, with old brick foundations peeking below shiny new terminals and entryways. Though the size is certainly impressive, the average person usually has a hard time with the complicated grid plan. It would seem logical to put the largest parking lot near the largest terminal, b…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on August 15, 2008 at 10:00pm —
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Jo woke up in her room, feeling a hangover from something that wasn’t at all drug-related. She sat up and realized that she had fallen off her bed onto the floor. She looked around her, at her moist pillow and at her cold floor. She had been crying at night. She checked the time, it was almost five in the morning. It only took her a moment to collect herself.
Jo ran to her laptop and pushed the on button, then brushed and dressed in the time it took to turn on. She went to look up departures fr…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on August 7, 2008 at 3:00pm —
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Bill was so close- Jo could feel his breath. She lay down on the couch and he lay on top of her, not enough to squish her but enough all the while. He held his balance on his hands. He reached for her hair...
"What you two doing here?" an old Chinese man came in from the attic. He wore a hairnet and his apron was covered in grease.
"Um..." Jo pushed Bill off her and straightened her hair. Bill pulled his shirt back on.
"You not suppose be here! I call police!" yelled the tiny man with a heavy…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on July 20, 2008 at 6:00pm —
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“Bill? What the hell?” Dana was surprised, but then she looked closer. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! IT IS BILL! SHIT!” Dana started to hyperventilate.
“Shut up, will you?” Jo closed her mouth, “There are still fans around, they can hear you!”
“Yes, there are many fans here,” said Bill. “That is why I had to put this on quickly and come out of venue. I wanted to see you last time, Jo. I’m so happy you can tonight and I sang for you.”
“Bill?” Jo asked.
“Yes, my sweet?”
“Can I stay with you tonight?”
“You c…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on July 20, 2008 at 1:30pm —
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The one she loved was out on stage, in front of all these screaming girls. His hair was up today, and he was wearing the same thing that he wore the first time they met, in the music store.
"How are you doing tonight San Francisco?" he yelled. Everybody screamed at the top of their lungs, but not Jo. She was stunned to silence.
"That's him! That's BILL!" Dana shouted into Jo's ear.
Bill? Jo thought.
How can it be? He lied to me, he told me his name was Gustav. And he lied to me about…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on July 20, 2008 at 1:00pm —
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"Come on, try this on!" Dana was putting up a skirt against Jo's legs. Jo didn't feel like going to a concert tonight. The whole day, she was thinking about him. And now, knowing that this was his last night here, she felt like crying into her pillow.
"Why don't you take someone else to this thing?" she asked Dana.
"Because you're my best friend. And don't worry about whatever guy you're thinking of. Once you see the lead singer of this band, you'll forget all about emo boy over there and fall r…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on July 10, 2008 at 3:00pm —
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Jo listened to Green Day as soon as she got home. She forgot all about her homework, her life, even her disorder. She listened to the lyrics, she saw his face in front of her. She fell for him. Jo knew she had to see Gustav again, so she planned on going into the store tomorrow. Then she got a reality check. Why would he be there? Would he be waiting for her? What if she just showed up and he didn't come? Would she have to buy something?
Soon enough, Jo got tired with her daydreams and decided…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on July 10, 2008 at 2:30pm —
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This starts out depressingly. I know, boo. Who wants to read a depressing story? But I swear to you by the beard of my dog that this story, like wine, just get's better as time goes on.
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Once upon a time, there lived a girl named Jo. Jo was a lonely girl, with two divorced lesbian mothers and and a little known disorder called anorexia. She lived with her mother Jane on weekends and with her mother Chelsea on weekdays. Nobody knew of her disorder, she hid it in a bag in the closet, escaping…
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Added by Bill Kaulitz Lover on July 9, 2008 at 8:00pm —
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