Apple Core ~ Tom Kaulitz

Chapter 19: All Your Fault

"That sounds fun" Gustav smiled.

"What movie?" Georg asked then looked back at the small amount of bird blood on the glass.

"Eat chickens, die throwing them back up again" 

"I've heard good stuff about that" Megan said.

"I have too, oh it's going to be so fun. Is it a drive in or just an outside movie?" Bill asked.

"I think it just said outside movie, I'm not sure. We can look at another flyer when we get down" I said wiping the the sweat off my hands onto my bottoms. 

"Alright! Tom what do you think" Bill said looking at Tom who's staring blankly at us from a corner of the box.

"No" He said blunt.

"What, why?" Georg said looking at him confused.

"Because, bad luck follows her everywhere" He points directly at me.

"I though you where over that" I scoffed.

"I was, but then we were almost fucking murdered again. The rest of you just act like nothing ever happens and it's driving me insane. It's all her fault"

I open my mouth to speak but then close it when we come to a sudden stop. I though we were finally getting off but then looked down to see that we're right at the top. My heart starts to race as I stare through my feet. I look back up at the others in a panic.

"Relax, others are probably getting off" Megan said, putting her hand on my back.

I sigh slightly but weather people are getting off or not, we are still many feet in the air and can see all around us. I was about to reply back to Tom. Even though I'm mad at what he said, he's 100% right. I hate that everywhere we go there is always some freak. I wish there was something I could do, maybe find a four leaf clover and keep it with me at all times? I'm starting to think that, what is my dad had horrendous luck then gave it to me when he dies. I never though he was unlucky but I was probably to young to notice. He did die from a car crash... I'd say that's unlucky. I don't know, I just wish this wasn't happening to me.

Back to me almost replying to Tom, I stopped because I heard a loud creak. One that sounded out of place. Like a sound of something breaking. I know fora fact I'd go into cardiac arrest if this wheel broke. If we were to get stuck up here I'd actually shart. Well at least I know who I would eat first. Cough cough Tom. 

Then again, another loud creak "do you lot here that too?" 

"Thought it was your ass" Tom laughed.

I pushed my way to him then grabbed him nose super hard, ripping it off. Boogers are now squirting everywhere. Mucus dribbling out the leftover hole on his face. I cup his nose into both my hands then start shaking it about, making a beat. He just stands there giving me a stern look, shortly after crossing him arms. The nose/ beat of his nose in my hands starts getting louder. Georg then Gustav start beat boxing, Megan hitting her hands on the glass. We're making a proper tune. Bill then starts humming something, getting a feel of the music. We all stop for a split second as the wheel moves a bit then stops again. Probably just going round, letting people off. When we start up again, Bill is singing proper lyrics. 

"Okay, enough. I want my nose back" Tom sniffs as his bogies are still leaking out. 

"Nuh uh" I keep moving myself and my arms about so he can't take it but trip slightly when the wheel moved again but quicker and shorter, like it wasn't supposed to happen.

It shut us all right up. I hesitantly gave Tom his nose back then he put it back on, rubbing his face his face in his shirt to get the nose gunk off. I don't know if he did it on purpose but he used the bottom of his top rather than the collar so I got a good long look at his abs I had no idea he had. No wonder his grip is so strong. He smirked when he noticed where my eyes where. Right as I mentally slapped myself, the wheel jolted forward again. Tom fell forward onto me then I pushed down the others. We're now in a pile on one of the walls.