Zimmer 483 By Missa B.
Elizabeth shifted in her uncomfortable airplane seat again for the twentieth time. She really wasn't a fan of flying. She was ready to be on the ground and out of the confines of the cabin. The butterflies she had been battling fluttered again as the pilot came over the loud speaker.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We will be arriving shortly but, if you look out the right side of the aircraft, you are able to see the St. Louis Arch known as the Gateway to the West."
"The gateway to getting my ass off this plane." She thought as she leaned over to look out the window. The sunlight hitting the Arch caused it to sparkle like a diamond and reflected back on the river behind it. It really was breathtaking in the bright day with the clear blue sky behind it. The anticipation of finally being here, ready to see her friend again was more than she could handle. "Unbuckle the seat belt, shoes back on, got my bag..." All she had to do was wait for them to open the door and she would be gone.
Making her way through Lambert Airport was a little bit easier said than done. All she wanted to do was get through to find her friend waiting for her. It had been a few years since she had seen Missa and was eager to spend this weekend with her. Just the two of them, taking in the sights, being silly, a real chance to catch up face to face. It was exactly what she needed. Locating her was a lot easier than she thought. As soon as she got close enough, she was able to make out the huge smile attached to the girl who was practically jumping up and down as close as she could get. Elizabeth couldn't help but smile. It was going to be a great weekend.
It didn't take them long to get back into the old rhythm of their friendship, cracking jokes and sharing sarcasm. They loaded her bags into the trunk of the car, climbed in and headed down the road. St. Louis already looked so much different than the small town of Tarboro, North Carolina. Everything seemed to move by so quickly, she didn't have long enough to study it.
"So..." Missa reached out to turn the radio down before finishing her sentence. "I have good news and bad news. The bad news is that I didn't get the Tokio Hotel tickets that I said I was gonna be able to get."
Elizabeth tried hard to not let the disappointment show on her face. She was looking forward to the weekend but she would have really loved to go to that concert. "It's okay." She forced herself to smile. "I still get to spend time with you."
"Oh, open the glove box and grab the envelope that is in there for me. There is something in there I need you to check."
Elizabeth reached in to find a plain white envelope. Pulling out the paper inside, something fell into her lap. "It says.... Tokio Hotel! Row A seats 8 and 10... ?"
"Front and center" Missa grinned from ear to ear.
Elizabeth turned in her seat, glaring at Missa's profile as she tried not to smile. "You're an ass."
"Yeah, an ass who got us awesome fuckin' seats so shut it."
"If you weren't driving right now, I'd tackle you."
"Yeah, I know." She looked over and smiled. Elizabeth just now realized how much they had missed each other. Not just because Missa went out of her way just to make her happy but because they could be themselves together. Nothing fake, nothing forced and no walking on egg shells. She could speak her mind and didn't have to worry about hurting her feelings. "I think I heard my phone, can you check it?"
Elizabeth dug through Missa's purse until she found her iPhone, a blue box in the middle of the screen."It's from Nicky and says 'OK, it's all good.'"
"Awesome. Can you answer him?"
"Well, seeing as I'm not the one engaged to him..." She tapped the reply button and set her fingers ready to type "I wouldn't know what to say."
"Okay, well, pretend you are me and he just told you that his friend was indeed able to get two backstage passes..."
"I'd say I'm gonna dry hump him until he has a rash!"
"Pretty damn accurate" They both laughed and continued to talk as they drove. They spent the day shopping at the mall and eating at a local grill before heading home to get ready. Possible outcomes to the night's event played out continuously through her head. If she were lucky, maybe she'd get an autograph or maybe even get to talk to Bill. That would make the weekend perfect.
Elizabeth couldn't help but bounce from foot to foot as she waited for the crowd of girls around Bill to subside. She clutched her CD trying to look normal as the conversation ran through her head. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, only to have it knocked back out of her as he looked directly into her eyes. Time seemed to stand still.
"Hi" he smiled.
"Hi!" She squeaked then cleared her throat. She mustered all the composure she had and smiled. "Could you sign my CD?"
"Sure!" Bill took it, chatting back and forth as he scribbled on the booklet. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tom approaching. Tom's eyes ran quickly over her body before turning his back to her and whispering in his brother's ear.
"Well," Elizabeth could feel the disappointment rising in her throat. "Um." Why was she so nervous when she was comfortable just seconds ago? "I am a huge fan and I... "
"Diese groupies sind alle gleich." Tom sighed, rolling his eyes.
Fire began to rumble in her chest. "Nummer eins, kann ich du höre. Und zwei, bin ich nicht ein groupie!"
"Sprechst du Deutsch?" He asked with a wide-eyed look of surprise.
"Es gibt sehr ¨u;ber mich du weisst nicht!" She turned back to Bill and smiled. "Vielen dank für ihr autogramm." As she turned to walk away she huffed, "And you need to wash your dirty ass hair."
"I hear you." She heard in a thick German accent.
Feeling the fire burn hotter she couldn't stop herself from turning around and snapping. "I know that's why I said it out loud!" She waited for a retort but only received a smile. "Why the fuck is he smiling?" It wasn't a smile of mocking but one of amusement. She was actually at a loss for words for once. All she could do was turn and walk away. Her paced quickened when she spotted Missa leaning against a wall. "Oh my God! You are never going to believe what just happened!"
"Does it have anything to do with why Tom Kaulitz is following you grinning like the damn Cheshire cat?" All the expression drained from Elizabeth's face."Pa pa pa poker face..."
"Shut it." She turned, cocked her hip to the side and placed her hand upon it.
He lowered himself in an exaggerated bow. "Meine entschuldigt sich." He stood and smiled. "Would you come to my after party? With me?"
"Um." She glanced back at Missa whose eyebrows were practically at her hairline. "I... could you excuse me?" She turned and pushed Missa a few steps back.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Missa whispered. Elizabeth frowned. She really wanted to go with him but felt bad for leaving her friend behind. Would this hurt their friendship? Missa smiled. "This is a once in a lifetime chance. I have my own man to go home to. If you don't go with him, I'm gonna make your ass walk home and you don't know how to get to my house!" She hugged Elizabeth and whispered. "Call me and I'll pick you up anytime. Then I want full disgusting details!"
The rhythm of her heartbeat turned into fluttering of butterfly wings as she turned and took the hand that Tom had extended to her. She tried to memorize everything as he lead her onto their tour bus and over to the Adam's Mark they were staying at. All she could think as they walked down the hallway of the eighth floor was is she dreaming? Did she really fall asleep in the car on the way home from the concert and this is all just a dream? His hotel room was bigger than half the apartments in Tarboro.
"I have to change." He said, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.
"Wow." She whispered. By the smirk on his face, he obviously heard her. Her face blushed as he slowly walked towards her.
"You still find me dirty?" His thick German accent seemed to swarm around her head like a heavy fog. Her head shook slightly once to the left and then once to the right. "You could help me shower?" Nothing came out but a heavy breath as her hands lifted slightly to his chest. Her manicured nails scraped lightly down his tan skin as she bit down on her lip, nodding.
Two more steps and his body was pressed against hers, her hands pinned between them as he pushed her back against the door, kissing her roughly. Her knees began to grow weak, his body being the only thing that kept her on her feet. His lips were soft but firm against her mouth, the sparks of passion growing warmer in her middle. She felt light headed as if in a dream as they left a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom. His arms circled her waist and his hands gripped her ass, lifting her to sit on the counter. She watched his muscles move beneath his skin as he hurried to start the shower. She quivered when he turned back to look at her, his smirk dirty and hungry. He eased himself between her knees, his hands running up her thighs as he leaned in to kiss her again."Yes?" He barely whispered revealing just how much of a gentleman he truly was.
"Yes." She said breathlessly as she slid down to take his hand, pulling him into the steamy shower. The hot water ran between them as they kissed, their hands exploring each others bodies. He gripped her thigh roughly and pulled it up around his hip, his rock hard shaft slipped against her. The animal inside of her exploded. She grabbed a fist full of his dreads and pulled his head back. She felt him reach beneath them to slide inside her. A small moan escaped his lips as she kissed down his neck and over his shoulders, rocking her hips against his. He pushed himself back quickly letting out a hungry chuckle. With lighting fast movements he turned her quickly, pushed gently on her upper back to bend her over and entered her from behind. She felt every inch over his hard cock as he slid in and out of her. His fingers dug into her hips as he moved against her. He lowered his head to place gentle kisses over her body in a random pattern so that each kiss was a surprise. Each time his lips touched her skin, it was like a tiny explosion of pleasure. His rhythm slowed and he slid his hand down between her legs, sending her over the edge. His body trembled against her as he finished in a few hard thrusts. Elizabeth turned around to rest her arms around his neck, kissing him softly.
"Do you still want to go to the party?" He asked, smiling.
"No, I'm good here." She smiled.