Cinema vs. Hotel ch.18

Tom drove to the hospital along with Georg on the seat next to the driver's. ("The Death Seat", like Bill used to call it ONLY when Tom drove.) The call they have been waiting was finally made; Gustav had only a broken rib and a few bruises, but nothing serious.
"So...you seriously...?" Tom asked, turning now and then towards Georg. Georg nodded, and Tom's eyes widened.
"You had sex with her??!!" he asked again. Georg just nodded one more time.
"Oh man...was she hot?" Tom asked
"Man, I'm not gonna tell you." Georg responded, smiling maliciously.
"Why not? Tell me!"
"No!"
"Tell me!"
"No!"
"Tell me, please!!! I tell you about my groupies!"
"In the first place, I don't make you tell me about your groupies. And, Helena has far more dignity to act like a groupie. She's confident, smart, beautyful, and very-"
"In love with you." Tom finished the sentence.

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"He's so not in love with me! I'm just saying that he' a good man!" Helena replied, tossing Samantha a pillow.
But Lisa was thinking different, "Hey, you say the same thing with all your other guys. What makes you think that he's different?" she asked as she ate a brownie. Helena considered the question. What made Georg different from her first kiss, from her first love, from Strify, from...her dad?
"I guess it's because he respects me and treats me like a woman, not like just a silly girl who is prancing around with her boyfriend." she said confidently. Lisa smiled and hugged Helena.
"Awww! We're going to see you on the altar!" she squealed as Helena hugged her back, then Sam hugged the two girls. They fell on the floor in a heap of giggles.

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"So, you told me you want revenge on Cinema Bizarre, right?" Georg asked, once they were on the hospital waiting for Gustav.
"I want to kill them. That's what I want!" Tom exclaimed. The nurse nearby shushed them up, and Tom continued whispering, "They stole my clips of Bill being drunk, and-"
"YOU took those clips?!" Georg asked, wide-eyed, "Dude, how could you? Bill's your brother!"
"I know! And they threatened me. They told me that if I didn't kick you all off of Tokio, they'd tell Bill from where they got the clips. And Bill is pissed enough with me. He took out a knife the other day to try to-"
"Shhh!" the nurse repeated.
"To try to kill me!" Tom explained in a whisper.
"Well, when I got to the hotel and saw all the chaos, I asked to see what went wrong. And your friend Andreas, the one who is a police officer, he showed me these videos." Georg proudl showed them. Tom looked at him as if expecting something better.
"These are the videos from the surveilance camera on our room and on the hallway. When we get home, I'll show them to you, and then YOU can blackmail them!" Georg explained. Tom at last caught the idea.
"Oh yeah! So later we can-"
"SHHHH!"
"What country you from, woman?" Tom asked the nurse, turning around to face her. She looked at her startled and asked, " What?"
"I don't know any country where the only words said ase 'shh' and 'what'. Can you understand me?"
"What?"
"Are you capable of understanding me?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'm telling my lawyer here that there are dudes who blackmail me but don't know I'll blackmail them for blackmailing me."
"What?" the freaked-out nurse asked, looking at the 'lawyer' with long, chesnut hair and a Metallica shirt.
"I'm sayin' that we're in danger from dangerous dangers but we're putting in danger those dangers with their same dangers, so we'll b both in danger." Tom explained. The nurse didn't understood.
"Excuse me...what?"
"Say 'what' one more time. I dare you, no, I DOUBLE dare you to say 'waht', mother fucker, I-"
"Look! It's Gustav!" Gerg said, tugging at Tom's shirt. Tom turned around in time to see Gustav comming out of the hospital room with a halo.
"Gustav!!" the bassist and the guitarrist exclaimed, going towards their friend.

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"And...you think we can help them?" Alaska Vampyr, Miss Topsy's twin, asked her in French.
"Well of course we can! Just think about it: We help Tokio Hotel-"
"Actually, we're helping Bill Kaulitz, because neither his brother nor the rest of his band knows." Joey Creep, the bassist, replied. Shooter was still thinking about it. Topsy had told Marylin and Bill to wait on the alley while she talked the band into the deal.
Alaska needed a bit more of observation to see that he was indeed Topsy's twin. Although he had the same, oval, bronze face and long, black hair that reached his shoulderblades, he had one eye brown and one eye blue (this due to being one of Marylin Manson's biggest fans). He was the drummer and a fan of heavy metal.
Joey Creep was the bassist. With blond, short hair that he dyed black, he had sad, black eyes that hid behind thick-framed eyeglasses. Pale, short, and with a sharp nose, he was the shortest and the youngest of Lipslap.
And then, there was the lead singer, Shooter. Due to an accident he had two years ago, he had a barbed wire stuck and incarnated on his left cheek. He had sky-blue eyes and his black hair was dyed in red on the lower, back section of his head, plus having a tattoo on his upper back of a couple of angel wings.

"I'm not very sure, Tops...just go ahead and...you know..." Joey said cautiously, knowing very well how much she loved Tokio Hotel AND Cinema Bizarre. Miss Topsy bit her lower lip.
"Well, we helped Manson once, remember? And thanks to him we're in Sony now." Alaska said out loud, supporting his twin sister. Miss Topsy turned to look at Shooter.
"Shoot, whad'ya think?" she asked. The other two guys turned to see the singer. He took his time thinking. Then, he said, "I'm with Tops. We'll help them."
Joey just sighed. "Very well. But when something bad happens, don't blame me." he said. Alaska's blue eye glowed.
"Why should we blame you...Rémi?" he asked, and immediaely received a punch from Joey's part.

Miss Topsy got out of the bar and went to look for Marylin and Bill.
"We will help you. Come with us." she said
"Where?" Bill asked
Miss Topsy smiled maliciously and said, "To the Cave. Whege else? To the Cave Mareeleen has been. Gight, Mareeleen?"
Bill turned to see Marylin. To his bewilderment, Marylin Manson was praying.