Clean Up in Aisle 483 (Tom/OFC Bill/OFC) Ch. 9....HOLY $%#&!

[haruko-chan]

this is still a work in progress so unfortunately, the new chapters may not come out that fast, but my friend and i have it up on 2 other sites and they're seeming to like it so far! this chapter is a wee bit boring, but it needs to be here to set the story-sorry :D
it'll get better-PROMISE!

Clean Up in Aisle 483
Chapter Uno!

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."

It was a little too late for Emily to regret anything, but just two minutes in the bustling airport with nothing but German words flying around, she wasn't sure she could follow straight. It was enough to make her want to run to the plane and beg the pilot to fly her back home. Her parents, however, just might kill her. They had already put down a lot of money for this trip, and she had been the one to beg to be a Foreign Exchange student ever since she became close friends with the German student that had gone to her school the previous year.

All of the students were being crowded into a huddle around the program's advisor, Julie. The woman had been completely annoying during the plane ride over, and Emily was disappointed that she wasn't gone already.

"Okay, is everyone off the plane?"

When no one replied--how were they supposed to know who everyone was?--Julie sighed, taking out a clipboard before rattling off everyone's name one by one. Every person was there. After so much money was spent on the program, who would skip?

"Alright. In the next few minutes all of you are about to meet your host parents, who will take you to collect your luggage. They will be taking care of you for the next school year, so I expect each and every one of you to be on your best behavior. You wouldn't be the first that I've had to deport back to your own country."

How lovely, this year was already off to a positive start.

"Now, I'm sure you've all read the handbook before you got here. So if you'll just follow me, you can get familiar with with your host family."

Surprisingly everyone followed in silence. Emily was pretty sure this was because no one there knew each other and it was pretty intimidating already.

Just like role call, everyone was listed off to be paired up next to a couple and the occasional siblings.

"Emily Rachery, you'll be with Mr. and Mrs. Dreher."

Spotting the couple that waved to her, she headed over with relief. It was a perfectly normal family. A wife and husband, what looked to be a three year old blonde son in their arms, a girl her age with long brown hair. Her friends had made up intricate stories where she'd be stuck with a family of goat sacrificers.

Picking up her carry on bag, she walked slowly up to them with a small smile. "Hi."

"Hello dear!" Mrs. Dreher attacked her in a hug that could kill a Polar Bear."

"Mother, stop it," the girl standing beside her rolled her eyes, tugging Emily from the grip. "Be careful, she's overly affectionate," came a whisper in her ear.

"Thanks, umm..." she mumbled back. She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to call anyone.

"Oh! Where are our manners. You can call me Doris," Mrs. Dreher immediately cut it. "This is my husband, Alan, my son, Jaccob, and daughter, Naima."

Emily had to smile. Doris was obviously trying hard to be the perfect mom. She'd probably calm down after a week. "Nice to meet you, I'm Emily."

"Alan, do you mind taking Jaccob to the car and getting it ready? We'll just get her things together and be right out."

Nodding, Alan took Jaccob from his wife's arms, leaving the girls to gather everything together.

"Come on, hon, we better hurry. I wouldn't put it past anyone to grab just any luggage," Doris insisted, grabbing her hand and dragging her along after. Naima gave her a sympathetic smile, picking up the pace to keep up with her mother.

It took them half an hour and an incident with a Swedish man before they managed to get everything together.

Pulling her suitcase along, she noticed Naima was rolling her eyes at a group of girls who looked like they were in Middle School. The three of them were giggling, their hair all spiked out and wearing shirts reading "Tokio Hotel" with pictures she couldn't see. They were bumping into each other yelling "Scream" a lot.

"What's up with them?" she asked. They looked like a group of punked out Hannah Montana fans. Taking another glance, she found several more of the same type of girls flooding around the airport. Maybe it was a cult.

"Oh don't you know, they're all going to marry Bill whats-his-name someday?" Noticing Emily's blank stare, Naima snorted. "It's this band, Tokio Hotel. Seriously, don't get sucked up into them."

"Why? Are they horrible?"

"It's not so much the music. It's alright but the radios play it enough to make your ears bleed. It's the fangirls. They don't shut up and they're everywhere, all of them squealing "I LOVE YOU BILL!" to someone who is 6 years older than most of them and won't give them a second look. Drives me insane. If you want to listen to real music, I can give you some CDs to borrow."

Nodding, Emily found it best to agree while she tagged along. So far she had Tokio Hotel's image burned into her head. A set of blonde and emo Jonas Brothers.

As if that wasn't reason enough to stay away from them.

No offense towards any fangirls, since we obviously are ourselves... Just the crazy ones, lol...

[Monicaalynn]

oh, I like it so far, more???

[cherry_kaulitz]

more plz it sounds really good go for it

one thing is sure im already a fan

[Nyloria]

They looked like a group of punked out Hannah Montana fans.


I started laughing really hard when I read that.

[haruko-chan]

oooh! yay! well i'm glad you guys enjoyed this so far! my friend and i have had a blast writing it since we obviously love the guys-but making fun of them is a good time too... :D ... and with that said.....

Clean Up in Aisle 483
Part Deux

"Okay, no offense, but I thought American's didn't know how to read."

Naima and Emily had been sitting in the room the two were sharing for the past few hours, unpacking and sorting her things out. The first two weeks of school had been so hectic, and Emily had even got a job at a grocery store to practice her German--only a bagger, to avoid screwing everything up. She had never gotten a chance to take anything out of her suitcases and had been using them as her makeshift dresser. What Naima didn't understand was why she packed more books and movies than clothes. "I thought you guys always partied over there. Don't you have any club outfits?"

Glancing down at what she was wearing now--a pair of jeans and an old school shirt--Emily laughed to herself. "Do I look like someone who stays out all night?"

Naima shook her head slowly, stacking the books on a shelf that had once belonged to CDs, now laying in a stack on the floor.

Now and then she found her eyes glancing at the television. There was always some word that attracted her attention. The local news was on at the moment, spilling all the latest entertainment gossip, and she kept catching familiar names. Johnny Depp, Brad Pitt...and apparently Britney Spears had dropped another kid.

"And good news for all you Tokio Hotel fans out there. The band flew in just this morning from their tour in France to begin recording in Berlin over the next month. As you can see, their arrival had a large welcome."

"Hey, that was the airport we were at this morning."

Naima rolled her eyes, making gagging noises towards the television. "Oh yay, we were a few yards and several shrieking fans from Simba and Hemp Head. My life is now complete."

Glancing back at the screen, Emily immediately spotted 'Simba' and her eyes widened. "Wait, I didn't know there was a girl in the band."

Naima was laughing now, quickly shaking her head. "Oh, yeah, you didn't know? The lead singer is a girl, and the one in the dress and parachute pants is her twin sister. For some reason she thinks she's a boy. It's quite sad really."

Unfortunately for Emily, she wasn't too good at German sarcasm.

"That's a little drastic though, don't you think?"

Rather than responding, Naima just smiled, standing up to snap off the television.

"You remember how my Mom and Dad promised you that the first weekend off from school they would take you out to experience Germany?" She didn't even wait for an answer, instead spending her time digging through her closet. "Before they can ruin your impression entirely, we're going out and I'm going to show you the real Germany."

----Scene Break-wooo!----

Getting this job was the worst idea she had had in her life, and she'd only been there for three days. She'd rather be at home, hanging out with Naima who despite their contrasting ideas of fun, was her favorite person to hang out with. She was even surprised to know she didn't mind going out to clubs to dance--in moderation. She left it to once a week thing while her host sister managed to sneak out her window every night.

Here, however, people were rude, everyone was in a hurry, and thanks to having the nickname 'crazy American', she was usually the one talked into doing the things no one else wanted to do. Like now for instance.

Some idiot who was probably still drunk from the night before had successfully managed to tip their cart over when using it as a ladder to reach the top shelf. While most of the contents were cans of soup and boxes of Hamburger Helper, it didn't stop a carton of eggs and a jar of spaggetti sauce from making the most disgusting mess she had ever seen. Getting the glass picked up had been easy enough, but for some reason, the rest of the contents preferred to stay on the floor.

"Come on," she argued with the mop, not even noticing the group behind her playing football with a bottle of Mountain Dew. "I'm trying here, would it kill you to cooperate?"

"Watch out!"

Turning around quickly, she noticed someone with long black hair flying at her. Emily wasn't sure what happened after that. All she knew was that she was in pain and was now a new ingredient to the egg and sauce mixture. A sudden fizzing noise just made her day even worse as she glanced over to find that the Mountain Dew bottle had exploded, showering the entire aisle.

And she soon realized she couldn't move because some idiot was still laying on top of her.

"Are you alright?" a muddle of voices kept asking, helping her 'attacker' up, all of them struggling to stand up straight on the slick floor. She noticed they were all wearing large sunglasses and baseball caps, and were searching for the fallen one's pair.

Emily was about ready to kill somebody. "Can't you watch where you're going? Maybe if you didn't have those stupid sunglasses on in the first place, you would have seen someone was here. Where did you learn how to walk anyway?"

One of them with a head full of dread locks stepped over towards her, crossing his arms. "Don't you know who we are?" One with short cropped blonde hair kicked him in the shins while the other with long, straight brown hair glared with killing intent.

Why that was, it was beyond Emily. Why should she know who they were? It wasn't like she had anything better to do than memorize everyone in Berlin and-by God she knew who they were. It was them....those twins from that band. Had she not been in such a bad mood, Emily would most likely have stared in awe. "Just because she's in a band and is famous doesn't mean she can treat everyone else like crap."

Immediately the three burst into snickers while she heard the girl who had knocked into her glare. "What the ****..."

Glaring instead at the other twin, she managed to stand up without knocking back over. "And you're her sister, shouldn't one of you at least be the mature one?"

Immediately Dreads stopped laughing, eyes widening while he looked as if she was going to punch something. The other two keeled over laughing, holding onto each other as they tried not to tip straight over. "I think there's been a mistake," the brunette laughed, wiping tears from his eyes.

"No, there's no mistake," she said confidently this time. "You're Tokio Hotel. I wouldn't miss that face anywhere. I know how all your little fans are so excited that you're here, but that doesn't mean everyone else has to care!"

"Okay, back up a minute...Look, I can understand mistaking my brother and, ****, maybe Georg too...but I am quite possibly the manliest thing this Earth has got."

This time it was the brunette who sent a kick at his shins.

Emily froze for a moment. She considered killing Naima when she got home, because wanting to look like a man or not, there really was no faking the lack of boobs and, well...the man voice.

"You know what, gender is completely beyond the point at this moment. Either way, you guys are what, 18, 19? Haven't you considered the fact that you should grow up?"

"Now, listen here, gender is completely the point at this-"

"Tom, shut up."

"Look, Bill. She just called us, more importantly me, girls. Are you going to leave it at that?"

So, his name was Bill. The guy every single girl was in love with. Even minus the boobs and plus the man's voice, Emily was still convinced 'he' was a woman.

Ignoring his brother, Bill stepped forward. His hair and clothes were an awkward mess, and she was sure she didn't look any better. "Okay, you can calm down, it was an accident. I'm sorry about it, you don't have to yell."

"Sorry? Accident? You guys were throwing around a bottle of Mountain Dew! And the four of you can go skipping out here on your merry way."

"Look, I'm just trying to apologize, and you freaking out isn't helping the matter."

How anyone could like these morons was beyond Emily. Dropping the mop to the ground, she turned on her heels and stormed out of the aisle. Someone else could deal with it.

"What a hag..."

She was pretty sure that it had been, as Naima affectionately called, Hemp Head. Most people spent their life waiting to meet celebrities--she knew all of their fangirls would die to be within 10 feet of them.

With any luck, she wouldn't have to see them again.

but obviously we know she does! or it wouldn't make much of a fanfic, hehe

[luvukaulitztwins]

I am reading this on DA I love it so far :D

[haruko-chan]

oh yay!
i was gonna mention it was on other things, lol...
oops

[Monicaalynn]

oo when can you post more. I'm really liking it so far c:

[haruko-chan]

eeep!
sorry, forgot about which sites i all had this on *smiles sheepishly*
and unfortunately, myself and my co-writer are suffering major WB on chapter 6 but u don't care about that since i'm just now posting chapter 3... not that this is a bad chapter at ALL... i had way too much fun with the ridiculousness u are about to read...
oh and warnings just in case: language cuz i have a potty mouth, therefore my characters tend to and also some smexy limey-ness.... nothin bad

Clean Up in Aisle 483

Installment San *can u tell i'm having fun with other languages?^-^)

"No way in ****."

"Come on, don't be boring. That dress is sexy as sin."

"Yeah, maybe for the street corner. Seriously, you can't make me go out in public with this thing. Guys will be throwing twenties at me."

"That's a good thing, then we could get you some boots to go with it."

Emily was staring at her reflection, quite ready to throw a tantrum any three year old would be proud of. Naima had gotten it into her head that Emily needed to start a club wardrobe all of her own.

"Seriously, I didn't know you Americans were so prude."

"Oh, no, it's just me."

In fact, Emily was avoiding looking at her own reflection, not wanting to be in the ridiculous black thing that hid so little. Instead she choose to look towards Naima. How on Earth that girl could stand so casually in such a tiny skirt and the backless silk top was overkill. Well, at least for the small town of farmers she came from. In this big city, no teen would have given it a second look had Naima not looked so stunning in it.

"Well then you're going to have to get caught up. Now, turn around again." Naima said in an overly-commanding voice, making Emily want to return the favor with a particular finger gesture.

"I'm telling you, it's perfect! That's final, you're getting it!"

"But..."

The glare Emily received sent her back into submission, leading her to bow her head and sigh. "Fine."

"YES! I love you!" Naima jumped on her to give her a hug, then grabbing Emily's street clothes and throwing them at her. "Hurry up and get it checked out. We have a lot of work to do tonight."

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Despite their previous bonding time, once they entered the doors of the club, the rules changed. Naima had long since left Emily behind. Not wanting to feel guilty later, however, she decided to send Emily to the bar after another set of drinks to at least keep her occupied.

Their shopping excursion had produced some lovely results; however, Emily's new outfit was wasted on someone who would rather be dropped off in the middle of the woods with nothing but a Portugeuse map than dance in a minidress in public.

Naima on the other hand, couldn’t wait to give the new shirt she acquired a test run. The shining silk fabric caught the flashing colored lights and made her look as though she were glowing and her trusty skirt that fit like a (very tight) glove made everyone know who owned the dance floor once she stepped on it.

She was made for this. To turn heads. And sure enough, she saw several of the usual boys as well as some new faces turn her way as she sashayed in time with the beat towards the middle of the floor. She smilled, but to none of them in particular. They were like pawns on a chess-board, and Naima always let them have the first move.

She was on her top game tonight, and it was first come, first serve. They all knew that well enough by now, and yet it usually took painfully long for one of them to step in.

Tonight was different. There was something in the air, the atmosphere tonight reeking of things to come and she was enjoying it. She enjoyed it even more when in no time at all she felt the presence of a stranger behind her.

Her hands were thrown loosely above her head as she swayed slowly, hoping this newcomer could find her rhythm. She was slightly startled when she felt strong, but smooth hands take her own. The stranger pulled back gently as he stepped forward, pressing her back flush against his chest. This was nothing new, but the speed at which it was happening certainly was. She smiled, "Someone doesn’t waste time," she observed, throwing her head back against his shoulder.

He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned forward, brushing his lips to her ear just lightly enough to make her shiver. "I like to live every second," he cooed in a velvety voice. Naima’s eyes fluttered open as she felt something tickle against her neck, realizing through the thick haze of smoke and dim lighting that his dreadlocks had fallen forward when he leaned. Dreads…
What a strange hairstyle.

She reached back, taking a fistful firmly in her hands and pulling lightly. He closed his eyes and she trailed feather soft kisses up his jawbone, taking in his contented sigh. She felt his hands tighten on her shoulder and he turned her around to face him abruptly. God, he looked good too. He smirked and in a voice that slurred enough to prove he was as plastered as she was, "You didn’t think I’d let you do all the work?" It wasn’t really a question.

Without taking a word in reply, he plunged his head forward and swiftly captured her lips. He walked her backwards into the nearest wall and pushed his hips forward, pinning her against it. She broke away from the kiss at this motion and Dread Head took the chance to attack her exposed throat.

She suddenly felt as though the air had gone missing in the room. Her mouth fell open to find it and she could hear her own breath escaping from between her lips. She probably could’ve been embarrassed at its volume, but she didn’t care anymore. Her hand wound its way up his neck to his thick hair as his hand found the underside of her right thigh and proceeded to hitch her leg around his waist. She moaned at the added friction and began massaging Dread Head’s scalp… Dread Head… Hemp Head…

"Hemp Head!" she gasped out. Her eyes shot open. It felt as though an ice cube had been suddenly lodged down her shirt.

She heard his "Hmm?" from where his lips were currently attached below her earlobe.

Naima placed her hands firmly on his chest and shoved. She took in his startled appearance and for the first time in hours, she felt completely lucid. "Oh… my… God."

"What?" he asked, looking down at his shirt as if there was something on it. Because there couldn't be something wrong with him...

She didn't even bother to answer. Instead she shuddered, turning on her heal and stormed out of the club. Had she been in fourth grade still, she would have been rubbing her lips on the back of her arm. Instead she was distracting her shaking hands, raking her fingers through her hair. God, she needed another drink.

Naima was too caught up in trying to forget the fact that she had enjoyed all of it, his lips on her skin, her back against the wall, that she never noticed the pounding steps behind her.

"Hey!" She felt a hand grab around her wrist, tugging her back to face none other than Dreads. "What the **** was that?"

"Get your hands off of me!"

She tugged her arm down, freeing herself and shoving his chest once again.

"Not until you tell me why you walked off. You never walk. No one walks away from me."

"Well you must have had a few more drinks than you thought because I just did."

He frowned, and she noticed he was absentmindedly playing with his lipring with his tongue. Probably anxious to get something tonight...

"Well I know it wasn't me, because no girl who's been with me ever regrets it."

Naima couldn't stop from bursting into a fit of laughter. "Well you're going to have to fix your statistics now, aren't you."

"Hey, I was good in there and you **** well know it!"

"I'd rather find myself in a relationship with a poodle before you. At least they have better fashion sense."

This time he laughed, and she could tell she wasn't the only one who had been drinking that night. "That explains it all! You really are a tease! To think I was gonna take you back to the hotel with me."

"Oh as if I would-No! You know what, you can just go straight to ****!" She moved to slap him, but she was more impaired by the alcohol than she thought and he caught her hand tightly in his.

"What's with all of the noise over here?"

Both Naima and Tom's heads turned in a flash, bringing up their free arms to block the blinding light.

Peeking under her arm to see who it was, Naima noticed the uniform immediately. City Police. Tonight couldn't possibly get any worse. But what she didn't notice was the police officer's eyes.

Looking over her outfit, he immediately brought his hand to the side of his belt where his cuffs were.

"Excuse me miss? I'm going to have to take you and your," he looked Tom over in disgust, eyes pausing at the baggy pants, dreadlocks, and Naima's hand struggling in his, "friend downtown."

"What?! Why?" Naima demanded, not even bothering to correct that she had no connection whatsoever with the ape standing next to her. She took one look at him and ripped her hand from his, taking advantage of his shock.

"Well, it should come as no surprise to you that women of your 'profession' are not allowed anywhere at any time. In other words, prostitution is against the law and a serious offense."

Naima's jaw dropped.

Tom burst out laughing and in his drunken stupor, clapped the cop on the back roughly, "You are barking up the WRONG tree my friend! Trust me, I already tried..."

*snickers*
sad part is that minus the cop's explicit explanation, this has actually happened to me... yikes
let me know what u think, kiddies!

[xXo0BillKaulitz0oXx]

Awesomeness!
L.O.V.E!!!

[Monicaalynn]

haha, loved it!

[haruko-chan]

thanks darlin's! :D
next chapter should be up in a few days... we're slow writers-we know, lol

[xluciax]

THIS STORY IS SO COOL!!! 8-)

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

OMG, I love this story.
The first few chapters
Were AMAZING.
Update soon!

[haruko-chan]

next chappy will be up in about....... 5.345345 minutes once i can get the word document to stop being so darn difficult :roll:

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

YAY!
I can't wait!

[haruko-chan]

Since everyone enjoyed the last chapter SO much ;) here is some more random enjoyment for you to enjoy...please enjoy...are you enjoying it yet?

-oh! also, there was a naughty swear word in here, so rather than leave it and hope that the story doesn't get taken down... i just changed it to a milder German counterpart, lol... i'm sure you'll find it, you sly dogs... it's the only word not in english...


CLEAN UP IN AISLE 483
Chapter 4


"Now, I'm into bondage as much as the next person, but BOTH of us in cuffs at the same time is new, even for me!"

"Would you just shut up already?" Naima hissed, her head pressed against the window. To think that twenty minutes earlier she had found him so irresistible. Now the only thing she was finding hard to resist about him was using his own headband to suffocate him.

She was embarrassed enough as it was. She had just been arrested for prostitution with none other than Tom Kaulitz, who was now suggesting every possible sexual fantasy he had going on in his mind. The officer had been on his radio for several minutes, and at this point she was certain the entire station could hear the ramblings of a certain drunken idiot. Naima wasn't much better in the drinking department, but at least she wasn't trying to get it on in the backseat, thrilled at the idea of them both being handcuffed.

"Oh come on, you weren't complaining back in the club."

"Yeah, until I realized what the disgusting thing groping me was."

"Funny, usually girls say the exact opposite. Every girl in that club would have died for me to look at them, much less dance with them the way I did with you."

This guy was obviously full of himself. "Funny, you looking at me now makes me want to die… Anyone who wants to die for THAT deserves to."

“Oh come on. You can’t honestly tell me you didn’t enjoy it?” He asked in disbelief.

****. He had her there. “Well it’s not like I’m enjoying it now!” She snapped truthfully.

“Aha! So you admit it!” He pointed childishly at her.

****! She groaned in frustration and began rhythmically smacking her head against the window, while Tom was still prattling on in his triumph. “Why God, why?”

“… Not that it would be the first time, but let me tell you, once we’re out of this mess it’s gonna be me, you, my hotel room, these handcuffs and a bottle of-“ Naima picked up her foot and rammed it down, stilettos and all, onto his own.

“You’re missing the part where that won’t work because-and I’m going to say this slowly-‘I HATE you!’” He blinked at her. “What part of that can you possibly NOT understand?!” She cried incredulously.

“The ‘hate’ part.” He stated simply. Naima raised a delicate eyebrow. “It should be ‘want’ not ‘hate.’” He elaborated.

The haze in her mind from alcohol and partly from anger at the situation made Naima think before the statement clicked. “How can someone with oatmeal for brains have that much thought process when he’s drunk?” She thought out loud.

“I hate oatmeal…”

“You know, I’m gonna take that back. Do you think before you open your mouth?”

“How can I think if I have oatmeal for brains?” He shot back.

Naima opened her mouth to reply, but could find nothing to say. She closed it shut and stared at him for another moment before resuming the abuse to her head via the rear window.
“Oh my God!” She gasped.

“What? What is it?”

“Look!” She nodded her head in the direction of the club where a small crowd had gathered on the sidewalk, trying to catch a glimpse of who had apparently had a little too much fun that night.

“Oh will you relax! It’s dark out, and the windows are tinted, they can’t see us in here.”

“They can’t,” she gestured towards the crowd of club-goers, “but those flashbulbs can!” Naima pointed her conjoined hands to the 2 or 3 photographers who had just rounded the corner. They were gesturing towards the police car and twittering excitedly as they set up on their oversized cameras.

“Schiesse!”

Tom ducked down frantically, effectively burrowing his face into her lap. She glared at the back of the passenger seat when she felt his quickening breath against her naked thigh.

Jaw clenched, eyebrow twitching, she grabbed a handful of dreads and yanked until his face was level with hers. She refused to look at him or she knew she’d find that same stupid smirk that had been so appealing earlier.

“What the **** do you think you’re doing?” She ground out through clenched teeth.

Hearing no reply, Naima turned in time so watch him lick his lips obscenely. Her gaze trailed up to his eyes to find them hazy and focused on her own lips. It took Naima a moment to realize he was leaning in languidly.

“Pig!” She cried and shoved him hard against the other side of the car, the force making it rock slightly.

“You know, this may actually be WORTH all the humiliation I’m getting! Because whatever it is, it’ll be ten times worse for you! I can see it now: ‘Tokio Tom Gets a Little Too Tipsy’ or maybe ‘Tom Kaulitz: Sex Addict?’ would be better?”

"You know, I think that one already made press release two months ago. We'll have to be more creative." He explained as the cop finally started up the car and, amid blinding flashbulbs, pulled away from the curb.

"There is no we!" Naima hissed. "The two of us will get to the station, they'll give us our one phone call, and when I'm well on my way home, you'll still be stuck there because your bandmates are probably all too wasted to understand what you were calling about in the first place. The best part is, I'll never had to see your sorry *** ever again." She had already thought out this plan, and having shared it, turned as much as was possible in the seat to ensure her back was facing him.

It had taken fifteen minutes for the two to attempt to argue their case and be placed in cells, two down from each other. Two hours and twenty seven minutes later, they found themselves still locked in.

Honestly, where was their phone call? Naima was absolutely livid. They had reduced their charges to "disturbing the peace," and surely that wouldn't call for more than a night in jail... Would it?

Back in his cell, Tom was threatening to sue the officers for all they had right down to their mother-in-law's pet guppies. Naima was sure Tom probably could, but wasn't going to say anything. He could fight his own battles, although she sincerely hoped he lost every single one of them.

"Ugh, disgusting," he was now muttering, and she turned in time to see the drunk, balding man in the cell between theirs hurling in the corner. "I'm going to catch something and then Jost will be really ******."

"Oh what, you're not used to these surroundings?" Naima asked, doing her best not to breath through her nose. She had never been in a cell before, but she wasn't going to freak out like he was. A few hours in jail and he was turning out to be a bigger priss than his outfit suggested.

"How about you take your own advice and shut up?" he snapped back. "I'm stuck in here because you're dressed like a ho, and I'm supposed to be recording tomorrow."

"Excuse me, you were the one who ran after me like a drunken pervert because you couldn't handle the fact that a girl wasn't attracted to you. Forgive me for not caring," she rolled her eyes. "As far as I'm concerned, the world would be a lot better without another Tokio Hotel album. I'm sick of having to leave the dance floor whenever the DJ decides to play a single."

Before Tom could say anything else, one of the officers had walked up to Naima's cell, flipping through his keys before placing one in the lock and opening it up, he slid the door open with a sigh while a second officer passed behind him, heading toward Tom's.

"Alright, come on. You two can make your calls."

well there you have it!
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[xXKillerxQueenXx]

YES!
FINALLY!
An update!
I love it!
It's good, as were the other chapters!
Mehr bitte!

[tokiohotel26]

I LUFFS IT!!!!


sorry i havent commented in forever!

[Monicaalynn]

haha wow.... never expected them to go to jail.

[amandaaraujo]

hhahhahahahah that was really funny. wow jail. thats new for tom ahhahah

[xluciax]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
That was so awesome!!!
Write more!! Write more!!! Write more!!!!
Please? :D

[haruko-chan]

wooohoo for message boards, i can actually review respond! lol

xXKillerxQueenXx: haha, sorry, i'm slow... but there will certainly be more!
tokiohotel26:: that is A-ok! glad to have u back! :D
Monicaalynn: oh expect the unexpected, me dear... that's what makes life fun!
amandaaraujo: haha yeah.... we honestly had no idea how to write the jail scene since... well i've never been to jail before-i'm boring, jk! and yes, poor poor Tom... there's still plenty in store for him...hehehe
xluciax: glad u likey! and we will! we will! we will!... and OMG puppy in ur avatar!!! *glomps*

just as an AN... this is a humor fic... obviously, we must really suck if u haven't gotten that by now... but there WILL be romance... but i like to put our little characters through some torture and embarrassing sexual tension before any of that happens because, let's face it... life is full of a LOT more awkwardness and tension than actual text-book romance, lol

[amandaaraujo]

oooooooohhh i cant wait haahh :lol:

[tokiohotel26]

me either!

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

And me too!
[Can't wait response]

[amandaaraujo]

:lol: haha sorry this was random just had to laugh

[Benna]

Woohoo! Sorry...just thought I'd be random! And yes...yes...I'm working on Chapter 7 Haruko so don't kill me...well, I'm staring at the page so that's something.

(Okay, in truth I'm posting now because I want to see if my avatar and signature turned out.)

[haruko-chan]

woah B!
way to throw urself in here... i didn't look at the udername and just started reading the message and i was like, "wtf?"
haha, and GOOOOOOOD! once we finish that we can get another chapter on here..... yay... i'm so glad u signed up on here... i get so lonesome sometimes....
i'm all alone, there's no one here besiiiiiiide me....

*ahem* yes anyways....
if u guys didn't catch that... ^^^^ That's Benna, my co-author of this beautiful piece of... literature?... well it's a piece of something, that's for sure!

i need sleep....

btw B, did u make those urself?
if so-i hate you
*whines* my stupid signature is all bad quality and what-not cuz they're webcam shots... *whine whine nag nag*

[amandaaraujo]

woah B!
way to throw urself in here... i didn't look at the udername and just started reading the message and i was like, "wtf?"
haha, and GOOOOOOOD! once we finish that we can get another chapter on here..... yay... i'm so glad u signed up on here... i get so lonesome sometimes....
i'm all alone, there's no one here besiiiiiiide me....

*ahem* yes anyways....
if u guys didn't catch that... ^^^^ That's Benna, my co-author of this beautiful piece of... literature?... well it's a piece of something, that's for sure!

i need sleep....

btw B, did u make those urself?
if so-i hate you
*whines* my stupid signature is all bad quality and what-not cuz they're webcam shots... *whine whine nag nag*


No way thats a webcam awesome i wish my cam had that kind of quality :)

[haruko-chan]

it is actually!
i guess i reallu shouldn't complain because it's great for a webcam, but it's kinda the only camera that i have, lol... but hopefully that changes before the concert or else i won't get any good shots of Tomi!

[amandaaraujo]

it is actually!
i guess i reallu shouldn't complain because it's great for a webcam, but it's kinda the only camera that i have, lol... but hopefully that changes before the concert or else i won't get any good shots of Tomi!

lol xD

[haruko-chan]

ok so this is ahead of schedule but i am seriously bored out of my mind.....

Clean Up in Aisle 483
Chapter 5

Emily was about ready to crack.

She had been waiting for Naima over an hour, not including the time she spent searching through the hormone-filled dance floor. Initially she had been assigned as purse girl--and that worked for her. She would watch the public orgy, have a couple of drinks, and then after Naima had fulfilled her party appetite, they went home.

But Naima hadn't shown up for her routine lip gloss check. She had turned that club upside down, and Naima wasn't there. Surely she would have called--except for the fact that Emily was holding her purse, cell phone inside.

Pacing back and forth in front of the bed, both her own and Naima's cell phones laying in the center, she waited for a phone call and every new minute made her stomach turn. She was fully prepared to run into Mr. and Mrs. Dreher's bedrooms and tell them everything. Not that she was a snitch. She had snuck out of her house plenty of times, until four in the morning on the random occasion. But that was to go cow tipping or deer shining-typical hick town hardcore.

You can't get kidnapped or murdered there!

Glancing towards the row of scarves Naima had draped over her dresser, sure at this point her host sister was going to strangle her with them because of what she was about to do, Emily cringed.

"Sorry," she muttered to no one, possibly herself who was going to be murdered later on. Slowly she started pulling on her yellow PJ bottoms with purple cartoon pigs all over them. She wasn't about to walk into her host parent's bedroom in that dress.

And a phone went off.

Emily had pounced on it within a quarter of a second, clutching Naima's cell to her chest in a poor attempt to muffle the noise. She didn't even bother checking the number.

"Hello?" she whispered, glancing towards the door. The last thing she needed was someone to come flying in.

"Emily! Thank God you have my phone. Look, you've got to come get me right now."

"Naima where are you?" Emily hissed, covering the mouthpiece with her hand. "I was looking all over for you."

"I'll explain later, just right now you have to come to the Police Station down by Ku-Damm."

"What the **** are you doing at the..."

"Later," Naima reminded.

She froze for a second. "What the **** is Ku-Damm?"

"Fine, the real name is Kurfurstendamm. Is THAT better?... Emily?" Naima asked, and Emily could tell she was getting irritated.

"...Okay, so I get on this Ku-Damm street and then what?"

"Look, you're never going to find it on your own. Just get a taxi."

"Are you crazy. I need to come find you at a Police Station and then pay an arm and a leg for--"

"I'll pay you back, please, just get here right now!"

Emily was prepared to bombard with more questions when the line clicked. Sighing, she snapped the phone shut. Naima was going to owe her big time.

----

It took her nearly two weeks worth of allowance sent from her parents to pay off the taxi ride to the station, and she wasn't sure how they were getting back.

The driver had kept shooting her weird looks, and she was actually glad when she arrived outside the station. Handing him the money, she turned back to the station and gave a low whistle. Emily remembered the urgent tone in Naima's voice and began hurrying up the many stairs. When she got to the 10 foot tall glass doors she let out another whistle. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?" Whether that was directed at her friend or herself rremained to be seen.

One painfully awkward stint at the front desk and even more awkward wait with a police officer at said front desk and Emily heard the sound of metal doors clanging open. Naima walked in, escorted by her very own surly looking man in black. She smiled wearily at Emily and waited as the man handed some paperwork over to his seated counterpart.

They sat in silence as he looked over the documents. The quiet didn't last long, however, when a commotion just outside the door caused all four of the rooms inhabitants to look towards it expectantly. When separated by a thick layer of wall, even Emily could make out the argument being exchanged in rapid, and very rude German.

In burst a figure who both the girls found-unfortunately-familiar although for different reasons. Even though his hair was different, there was no mistaking him. "Oh Lord," she heard Naima murmur in exasperation beside her, "it's the Lion Queen." Emily shot up from her seat just as Tom followed his brother through the door, his face looking about as bright and cheery as the officer proceeding him.

Emily pointed a threatening finger at Bill, while Tom's was pointed at her. "You!" they both shouted.

"You're the one who made me clean sticky soda off the floor for 2 hours!"

"You're the one who thought we-I mean Bill, was a girl!" Naima snickered since that was likely to be her fault. Emily glared at her.

"Leave it to Bill to pick a girlfriend who dresses like that."

Emily was ready to protest against the girlfriend comment when the rest of his sentence registered. She was about to scream 'I told you so' towards Naima when she looked down, noticing that underneath the dress she still had her pajama bottoms on. She turned an appropriate shade of scarlet, focusing instead on glaring at him.

"Shut it, Tom!" Bill placed a hand on his hip and threw a glance back at his brother.

"Aww, what's the matter?" Naima cooed. "Diva's pants on too tight?" It was Tom's turn to snicker. Naima and Bill both turned to Tom again. "Shut it, Tom!" they cried in unison.

Tom was about to open his mouth when-"All of you shut it, or we'll keep all four of you here overnight!" one of the officers bellowed. They all fell silent on cue and turned their attention to him. "Now would the accused," he motioned to Naima and Tom, "come over here."

Naima gulped so loud she could swear they all heard it, but she obeyed and went to stand between the officer and Tom. The officer that had been given their paperwork came to stand behind them. "Naima Dreher," she winced as he butchered the pronunciation of her first name, "and Tom Kaulitz-Trumper..." She screwed her eyes shut in anticipation. There was a small click and she heard Tom sigh next to her. Naima opened her eyes and felt the lock being opened to her pair of handcuffs. She turned and saw Tom gingerly rubbing his wrists. "You are free to go with this warning."

They were each handed a formal slip and Naima struggled to keep her composure and thanked him hurriedly before grabbing Emily and rushing out the front door and down the steps.

Feeling the endorphines attack her system, Naima spread her arms and threw her head skyward. "I love you Berlin!" she shouted with glee, the warning notice laying forgotten on the ground.

"Shhhhh! Do you want to get taken back in there!" Emily grabbed her by the shoulders and covered her convulsing friend's mouth hastily. Naima let out a small squeal and pulled Emily into a hug. Emily stood in shock for a moment, thrown off by the solid five inches of height Naima had on her even without the heels.

"You know, I've never been a hug person, so you should probably take advantage of this while you can," Naima whispered playfully. Emily smiled and patted her host sister on the back.

"Ok, NOW I understand!" came a voice from the stairs. Both girls turned to see the twins, including a very smug looking Tom, standing five feet from them and a plain dressed larger man that Emily could only guess was their bodyguard leaning against the handrail. "Why didn't you just tell me you weren't into guys! It would have saved us all of this trouble!" Naima realized her arm was still around Emily's shoulder and quickly took it off, taking a step towards him. "Although for the record, I've never turned a lesbian before." He said that last sentence in a low tone of voice as if it were a secret. She closed the remaining distance between them.

"Tom," the bodyguard warned.

"What?" he ignored him. "You up for it?"

"Tom!" the bodyguard called again.

"It's alright Saki, I got this!" he called over his shoulder, but it was too late. Naima practically growled as she made a swipe for his head. It barely missed him only because Saki grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked. The burly bodyguard put out an arm and put Tom behind him with Bill, succesfully blocking the boys from the onslaught. Emily and Bill watched from their respective sides in both amusement and confusion as the scene unfolded.

Naima laughed humorlessly. "Oh I see how it is! A girl jumps at you and your bodyguard has to save your ***! Some man you are! It's a wonder you can get any women at all that way!"

Tom shot over Saki's shoulder, "Well if I would've known that's what you were jumping at me for, then I would've told Saki to back down!"

"WHY YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE!" the rest of her sentence trailed off in a blur of obscenities and by the end of her rant Tom was being held back by Bill, a thrashing Naima by Emily with Saki standing in the middle calling, "Break it up!"

"Man*****!"

"Tease!"

yup.... so that's it..... Saki made an appearance, which makes us very happy since Saki is like a father to me.... one of those fathers-that-you've-never-met-but-deep-down-you-just-know-he's-your-daddy kind of deals...

....why did u make me so weird, lord, why?!....

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Whoo!
Another chapter!
I love it!
More please!

[tokiohotel26]

that was my favorite chappie so far!

[amandaaraujo]

ahhahahah that waS sioooooo funny omg i loe this chapter hahhah please continue i could soo see them ahahh

[haruko-chan]

haha yay!
glad u guys liked it!
i can't say yet if it was our favorite to write, but it was definitely up there!... since well.... u have to see what comes, hehe...

i'm not sure how this is gonna work though... we may have to link off-site to THFF since this may be getting a bit on the risque side for PG-13 in later chapters.... but hopefully there'll still be enough left over to post the trimmed down-cleaner versions here XD

[tokiohotel26]

:shock:
oh gosh. now i gotta read it!

[mandieluvsth4ever]

*new reader*

i LOVEEEE THISS !!!!

*update soon*

[haruko-chan]

haha!
oh yes tokiohotel26, this will certainly be full of fun plot twists and ridiculous situations...

and YAY-new reader!!
who apparently is also a Tom lover-GO YOU! and i love the "peace, love and Tokio Hotel" thing ^-^

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

:shock:
oh gosh. now i gotta read it!

Ally agrees with Lexi!

[haruko-chan]

:lol:
i'll be putting the new chapter up later today or probably early tomorrow

[xluciax]

YAAAAAAAAAY!!!
I can't wait to read it! :D

[ArianneAnarchy]

I love this story! And I work in a grocery store as a bagger. I have to clean up people's messes all the time, I just wish Tom and/or Bill would show up with a bottle of Mountain Dew. Except usually I'm not the friendliest person at work so that'd be a bad circumstance lol.

[haruko-chan]

haha
it's A-ok.... who likes working anyways?! not me-that's why i quit....hehehe

[haruko-chan]

gah, it's been forever-we know.... we're slow-we know! we suck and u want to kill us-we know-wait, WHAT?!

*ahem* we're on a roll for this story though so the next couple chapters will come out (hopefully for the sake of our lives) relatively quickly...

have fun with this next chapter-ZOMG! There are, like, OTHER members to this band?! They, like, have a hot manager who, like, occasionally knows what's best for them and whatever?! WHAT?!...

Clean Up in Aisle 4835994835-oops, finger slipped...
Chapter 6

Tom was sure he was about to die.

At roughly seven thirty that morning, David had stormed into each of their hotel rooms, all but dragging them into the living area. Georg was sitting on the couch between him and Bill, Gustav sitting in the chair next to it. As usual, Gustav was the only one fully awake and ready to go for the day, Georg was playing with his hair, Bill already passed out again, curled up on his side, while Tom himself had his eyes shut, leaning against the back of the couch.

David was going on about responsibility, and at this point Tom was wondering where this sudden outburst was coming from. He had never been one to discourage going to clubs--in fact, a lot of the times, he tagged along. He was like a parent, supervising a school dance but too caught up in their past that they thought they could just fit in. This was probably some stupid joke. He wasn't going to let anything like that keep him away from sleep.

Three consecutive slaps on the table caused his eyes to fly up. Bill's strangled snore was cut off as he leapt up, eyes wide as if he thought they were being shot at.

Each slap had been caused by three different tabloid magazines, each with Tom on the cover. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except that each picture he was next to that insane girl from the night before, and either consisted of him being inside the police car or being led, handcuffed, into the prison. Georg let out a low whistle, Tom flashing a glare at the grinning bassist.

"What the **** were you doing? And when were you planning on telling me about this? I shouldn't have to find this out from the newsstand!"

This time David pulled out a fourth magazine, setting it down directly in front of Tom. Taking a closer look, he noticed that the headlines were different than the others. Rather than aiming at the arrest, a zoomed in shot focused instead on himself and a certain dark haired nightmare, asking about the relationship between the two.

"Who is this girl, Tom? Is she a one night stand, a secret girlfriend, a hooker?!"

The room froze outside of Georg's snickering--he was getting the biggest kick out of his friend's situation. Some countries called these events karma.

The silence, however, was broken when Tom finally found his voice again. "**** no! It was a misunderstanding. If she hadn't been dressed up like a ho we wouldn't have been in that mess."

"Oh just admit it Tom! This is how you're always getting more girls than me-you have to PAY them!" Georg interjected so triumphantly that even Gustav snorted.

David sighed in frustration and and attempted to calm the room down so they could get back to the task at hand. "So, Tom. Since you're the culprit YET AGAIN, why don't you take responsibility for it. What should we do to fix this?" Tom shuddered. Responsible Jost rarely made an appearance, but he was creepy.

"Tell them I relapsed?" he suggested with a shrug.

Everyone in the room stared blankly at him, not even Georg making a comment at this point.

"...because I was a sex addict," he clarified slowly.

Jost looked completely prepared to slap either Tom's head or his own--as if he couldn't decide whether knocking the dreaded boy or himself out would have the higher benefits. "You weren't actually a sex addict, Tom! That was a tabloid rumor!"

It was Tom's turn to pause. "Oh, right. Well then...tell them I have an evil twin and HE'S the one who did it!" He had a proud smirk on his face, as if his solution was ingenius.

"Tom, you already HAVE a twin--" Jost began before Bill cut him off.

"Yeah, and that's ME you're talking about!"

Tom gestured to the murderous, sleep deprived look on Bill's face. "...Exactly my point," his smirk widened, leaning even further back against his chair.

Bill's eyes flashed now, and even as tired as he was, he looked prepared to leap at Tom's throat. "You know, I went through a lot of **** to pick you up last night, the least you could do is thank me properly rather than being a complete *** about it."

"And you need to stop taking everything so personally. Not everything is an attack on you!"

"How is this NOT an attack on me, Tom? You know what-ok, ok FINE! I won't take it personally! What about Saki, hmmm? You nearly gave him a heart-attack last night!"

"Oh come on! He's a bodyguard, what else is he there for? It probably added some well-needed excitement to his life!"

"Excitement?! Oh yeah, nothing better than bailing your drunken *** out of jail at 2:30 in the morning! Could you be serious for one second?"

"Oh please Drama Queen! Could you stop being such a girl for one second?"

"Me? Who spends an hour in the shower every day, Tom?"

"IT TAKES A LONG TIME TO WASH THE DREADS! But since you're talking about hair, whose cat sheds all over my clothes when I'm trying to pack my suitcases?"

"Kasimir is just trying to be friendly! If YOU weren't always throwing things at..."

The other three occupants of the room had watched the unfolding argument with mild interest. It was like a movie that used to be good, but now you had watched it too many times, and they knew if you tried to follow it too attentively, you'd soon be sporting whiplash worse than the most avid tennis spectator's.

"ENOUGH!" Jost bellowed, slamming his fists down onto the table for emphasis. He looked between the four startled boys in front of him and his eyes finally settled on Tom.

"Fine! I guess I'll just have to solve this like I do with everything else," David muttered, digging through the other papers he had brought with him, finding whatever he had been looking for before taking out his cellphone and dialing in a series of numbers.

"What are you doing?" Bill asked, frowning.

"I'm settling this with your brother and whoever the **** that girl is."

"Wait-what? DON'T CALL HER!" Tom hissed, eyes wide. If Georg ever found out that this girl had rejected him after she found out he was from Tokio Hotel, he would never live it down.

-----

"Hello?"

"Hello, am I speaking to... ummm... Nay-may?"

"I'm sorry-who?"

"Nay-ma?" Jost tried again.

"Na-ee-ma," She deadpanned her name in the correct pronunciation. "Yes, speaking."

"Ah! Good! I'm sorry to call so early, I'm David Jost."

The line was silent.

"Producer of Tokio Hotel?" He added hopefully.

"I'm sorry. I don't really have the time to..." Naima trailed off impatiently. She had to leave for school in five minutes and was running on less than five hours of sleep because of her recent stint as a delinquent at two in the morning. Not the best way to start your day.

"I'll keep it brief then."

Naima listened as intently as she could to David's explanation of the situation. As if she needed reminding. Her throbbing headache, constant glares from Emily, and a certain little warning note were enough to make her quite possibly never forget.

David had moved on to his long-winded idea as to how to fix the problem and Naima found herself picking at her fingernails somewhere between "responsibility," and "consequences." She snapped out of her stupor just long enough for a certain phrase to grace her ears.

"You want me to WHAT?"




mwaahahahaaa! Cliffy-ness! our favorite kind of ending... maybe not yours though, hehe....
REVIEW! it makes my day even more than a back massage from Tom would-well... ALMOST as much :)

[Monicaalynn]

oOo I wonder whhat Jost wants her to do.........does he want her to 'go out' with Tom or something?

[haruko-chan]

my lips are sealed
:?

[ArianneAnarchy]

:shock: :shock: :shock: UPDATE ASAP!

omg..my mind is wandering which is dangerous since its so small ahahah.

[Dark_Light_beauty]

omg i loved it.. mehr bitteeee

[mandieluvsth4ever]

omg whar does he want her to do..


update soon!

[amandaaraujo]

oh shieBe clifs aaaahhhh i hate those but pleasse continue nowwww i needs t know :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock: :shock:

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Argh.
I hate you.
Cliff hanger?
-sticks out tongue-
More please!!!

[haruko-chan]

rotfl
glad to know everybody LOOOOOVES me so much!

[tokiohotel26]

yea yea... :roll:

:mrgreen:

anyway...

haha!
oh yes tokiohotel26, this will certainly be full of fun plot twists and ridiculous situations...ooh plots and twists...me likey

if you dont update soon i will be forced to take extreme measures...

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

I too, will be forced to take extremem measures if there is not another chapter soon.
-holds up golf club-

[tokiohotel26]

I too, will be forced to take extremem measures if there is not another chapter soon.
-holds up golf club-
ally, really? a golf club?

-holds up chainsaw-

this is extreme measures

-points at puny golf club-

that is not.

[haruko-chan]

*gulp*
:shock:

[tokiohotel26]

oh by the way! just call me Lexi! :mrgreen:

now...if that chappie magically pops up, no one will get hurt by the extreme measures i will take.

and ally if you read this...please find a new weapon. the golf club is just plain embarrassing

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Lexi, Lexi, Lexi.
Do not underestimate the power of a golf club.
But if you must, I have found my bag of weapons.

Let's see, I have nunchucks, a paintball gun, an airsoft gun, a torch, a saw, a baseball bat, stinkbombs, more golf clubs, a sword, a knife, and some black thing that looks sharp.

-smiles evilly-
Muahahahaha...
-cough-

Okay, now that I've gotten that said,
As Lexi mentioned before, I'm Ally. =D

Anyway, as Lexi said, if the next chapter magically pops up, no one will get hurt...

[haruko-chan]

but wait!
...
..........


where's the sickle or the tazer?!
no arsenal is complete without those....

[tokiohotel26]

I HAVE THE TAZER!!!!!!

its my favorite weapon!


ally i will always underestimate a golf club unless its going up against a pencil. then in that fight u actually might win.

and whats up with the weird laughing? thats my thing!

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

And I have the sickle....
And a cape. It makes me look like the Grim Reaper.
-evil smile-

Dude, the weird EVIL laughing is MY thing.
I'm the evil one, remember?

-sends lighting bolt down-

[tokiohotel26]

ok...but i get the cute boots this time!

-pulls out knee high black stiletto boots out-

:mrgreen:

[haruko-chan]

wow
you two are my heroes
and no, i didn't just say that to follow along with more superhero metaphors after the knee high boots and capes were mentioned
:D

[tokiohotel26]

awww i feel honored!

ally's like the twin i never wanted...er...had...the twin i never had. i love you ally

arent the boots cute!!!

anyway...we will stop spamming now!!!

aww...ally went to sleep...

[Benna]

Um *coughs* why are you suggesting weapons that could bring us...I dunno...PAIN?!?! :p

Oh, and as for reference to your LONG AGO QUESTION:


btw B, did u make those urself?
if so-i hate you
*whines* my stupid signature is all bad quality and what-not cuz they're webcam shots... *whine whine nag nag*

Yeah, I did make these...but it was a long time ago and I'm out of practice *Sighs*

Ack...I love the fact that this is on a message board so chatting and discussion is involved...

[haruko-chan]

*sighs* i know, it's so refreshing!

and hey! don't yell at me for suggesting things to help along our demise! i could have been really awful and suggested the flamethrower like i had wanted to

-ooooopsy doodle... silly meeeeee!

[Weiße_Sonne]

I like this Fanfic,it's funny. :P What will happen next :twisted:

[tokiohotel26]

oooh flamethrower....now there's and idea...

:twisted:

[haruko-chan]

XD
and omg Lex, i love the Beat It thing!

Bill is the second coming of Michael Jackson....err.... back in the 90s.... when he was still black.... and still sexy... and not a pedophile....
i'm just gonna stop now

[tokiohotel26]

XD
and omg Lex, i love the Beat It thing!

Bill is the second coming of Michael Jackson....err.... back in the 90s.... when he was still black.... and still sexy... and not a pedophile....
i'm just gonna stop now
awww thank u! i like it too!


and i agree with you 100 percent...yea...

:?

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Lexi,
I love your siggy-thing.
So cute.

-grabs bag of weapons-
WHERE IS THE CHAPTER?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!

Euhm.
-gathers self together-
I'm good, I'm good...

[tokiohotel26]

thank you!!! :mrgreen:


ally you need to hop off the chocolate
its not good for you but it is magically delicious...wait...thats lucky charms...

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

I love chocolate.
And Lucky Charms.
But I'm not on either one.
I drank a coffee and two cokes
Today, so I'm good.

[haruko-chan]

oh my
that's a lot of caffeine my dear! :lol:

[tokiohotel26]

well...coffee...hmmm only when its from starbucks
then its ok


-bouncy bouncy jumpy jumpy-

:mrgreen: :mrgreen: :mrgreen:

8-)

[haruko-chan]

yeaaaaah!
like a latte or a cappucino...
straight up black coffee is BLEH!

[tokiohotel26]

i agree!

i like the caramel frappachino. its what i get every time...yummy -drool-

[haruko-chan]

joins droolage*

i don't get to go there much since we don't have one in my tiny-*** boring town.... so when i get there i always freak the person out by saying, "what's good here, then?"
it's pretty hilarious

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

i agree!

i like the caramel frappachino. its what i get every time...yummy -drool-

-GASP-
You really ARE my twin!
-jumps up and down-
I ALWASY get the Caramel Frapp.
It's the BEST.
-drool-

[haruko-chan]

lol!
well since u are BOTH on here and i value my life (although i must admit that flamethrower would be a pretty badass way to go!)
i'll post the new chapter!
and feel privileged because this isn't even on THFF yet, lol....shhh! don't tell them!

hmmmmm i'm running out of fun color ideas-OHH PURPLE! How could i forget you?!

oh oh and SUPER IMPORTANT CRAP THAT'S NOT REALLY CRAP SEEING AS HOW IT'S SUPER IMPORTANT! This beginning scene took me FOR-E-VER to write, and it's best if read aloud or i'm afraid it won't make sense... have you ever seen Shrek 2? the part where Shrek and Fiona are having one conversation and the King and Queen are having another but they link a line or word together so it sounds like one really messed up conversation? yeah, THAT'S what this is supposed to be... so hopefully you'll get into the rhythm of it if you read out loud and will find it hilarious, i read it out loud for my friend and she was almost in tears, lol.... also, i had to PG-13ify it since the language was rahter profane, lol

Clean Up in Aisle 483
Chapter 7

“So tell me again why exactly I had to come with you for this?” It wasn’t that Emily didn’t like being out of school, but being dragged by her irritable host sister through a crowded street while they were SKIPPING school was a bit of a different story.

“Because, people would be suspicious if I was gone and they would ask you and you can’t lie to save your life.”

“Yes I can!” Emily retorted.

“Aside from that last statement, no, you can’t… Besides, I do NOT want to be alone again with that disgusting, vile, foul, little-Hey!” Naima growled after being elbowed by a particularly disgruntled looking man. She turned, still dragging Emily by the arm, and called after the man’s retreating form, “Watch where you’re walking you old-“

~

“Bastard!” Bill shouted up at his older twin who was literally dragging him across the floor of his hotel room. “I am NOT going with you for this!”

“Bill,” Tom whined. “Who’s going to save me from that psycho…. Thing! David sure as **** won’t!”

The younger twin ignored this and had begun clawing at the floor and kicking his free leg at his twin in an attempt to free himself and return to his bed. There was a light oomph from his twin as his foot finally hit target and Tom released Bill to clutch his stomach.

Bill stood to tower over his brother who was doubled over. “I’m not your mother!” Despite his last phrase to say otherwise, Bill’s voice took on a very scolding, maternal tone. “You started this thing, Tom Kaulitz. Now you go and-“

~

“Deal with it!” Naima cried. “It’s too late to go back to school now, they’ll wonder where you went and it’ll be even MORE suspicious!” She knew they were nearing the address that Dan or whatever his name was had given her on the phone: some ritzy, over-priced hotel foyer. If she could just keep Emily with her until they got to the hotel and through this meeting, then she may actually make it out alive.

“I still don’t see why I have to come with. It’s not like I’m all that excited to see his brother-sister thing again,” Emily grumbled.

“You know, you still never explained what the whole deal is between the two of you,” Naima prodded. “Have you met him before or something?”

Emily snorted. “I really don’t want to talk about it right-“

~

“NOW!” Bill pointed to a couch in the foyer of the hotel. Within the past five minutes there had been a complete role reversal and Bill had forced Tom down the hall, into the elevator, and into the large entrance hall. As much as he didn’t want to be involved at all, he knew that his brother was too stubborn to do this by himself. Thus, Bill the Boss had taken over and he was currently making sure that Tom didn’t get into any more trouble with David by being late for this meeting.

“Tom Kaulitz!” Bill cried, frustrated. The older twin was still dragging his feet and holding an expression much like a four-year-old who had been told to go to bed early. “Sit,” Bill ordered authoritatively.

Tom slumped into the seat heavily while Bill glanced at his watch. “And where is David?! He was supposed to meet here 3 minutes ago to go over what was going to happen before that girl gets here… What’s her name again?”

“Oh chill out Simone. David can take his time, I’m sure she won’t even show,” Tom replied, completely ignoring Bill’s question.

“Well this was his whole idea, so he had better-“

~

“Hurry up and cross the road,” Naima pushed Emily along gently while glancing for traffic. They stood in the median for a moment, waiting for a particularly wayward BMW, and then finished crossing the other lanes.

They stepped up onto the sidewalk and Naima stopped. “I think you’re lost,” Emily jibed.

“No! I’m just really not looking forward to this. Besides,” she pointed to a building two intersections away, “It’s right-“

~

“There you are David!”

“Sorry I’m late,” he replied. “I was just tying up the loose ends on this contract,” he held the stapled wad of paper up for good measure.

“Wait, you never said anything about a contract,” Tom questioned, while Bill took a seat on the arm of the couch his brother was perched on, both curious now. “David, you don’t want a contract with her! The girl’s-“

~

“Insane!” Emily was craning her neck up at the hotel. “This thing must have at least 20 floors!”

Naima sighed and doubled back to grab her friend who had stopped a few paces away from the door. “Well then I guess it’s a good thing that we only have to stay on the bottom one so we can make a quick escape. Now-“

~

“Come on! You can’t seriously think it’s a good idea to have some random, insane girl sign a LEGAL, binding contract with you?”

“Tom, what else am I supposed to do? This ‘legal, binding contract’ may be the only way to solve this mess you’ve gotten yourself into.”

The teen in question threw his hands into the air in exasperation, “This is seriously-“

~

“Ridiculous. Who in their right mind would actually want to stay at something this over-the-top?” Naima and Emily were briskly making their way across the enormous foyer to where they could see the back of two begrudgingly familiar heads on a couch in the distance. “Oh wait, that’s right!” Naima stopped and Emily turned to watch her laugh humorlessly. “I know who would! A flaming slime ball like-“

~

“Tom, don’t you think you should figure out what’s in this contract before you start jumping to conclusions?” Bill tried to reason.

David laughed sheepishly and scratched at the back of his neck. “Uhhh, yes well…. About that. I-ermm…”

Now the older Kaulitz was really alarmed. “What’s on the sheet, David?”

“Well, see… It’s kinda-“

~

“Funny,” Naima scowled, coming to a halt a few feet behind the boys on the couch. “I would have thought that rock stars had amazing hygiene but I can see that those dreads are just as greasy as last time, Kaulitz.”

David looked up with a strangely relieved face and the twins both turned, Tom matching Naima’s look of disgust and Bill quickly donning the same as Emily came to stand level with her host sister.

“Oh great, you showed up,” Bill and Emily said in perfect unison, both voices an identical sarcasm sundae with hatred on top.

The four would have probably spent the next three hours glaring at each other until heat vision finally formed if one Mr. David Jost hadn't been present.

"You all know each other? This is wonderful!"

Ignoring the looks from the four teenagers that would have instilled fear into any normal human's heart, David began shuffling through the paperwork he had printed out. "We really should be discussing this privately. Bill, would you take...er."

"Emily," she provided, not enjoying any sentence that had her and Bill involved together.

"Right--Bill, could you show Emily around the hotel while we work on this?"

Bill had his mouth open to protest in seconds, but a dark look from the manager had him shutting it again instantly. Instead, he stomped his food and crossed his arms. "Fiiine."

Emily rolled her eyes. He was so immature... Glancing towards her host sister, she gave her own warning glance. She was going to kill Naima whether the girl wanted to die or not. The whole point of her coming along was so Naima wouldn't be alone with Big Pants, and now she was going to be stuck following Pretty Pretty Princess everywhere.

"Come on," she heard him mutter, storming past her, and she sent back another death-invoking glare before hurrying after him. He certainly didn't have the body of a track star, but the guy's legs were nearly twice as long as hers.

Watching after them to make sure they were out of the way before any discussion began, David turned back to Tom and Naima, the prior slouching low into the couch as if he would sink into it and disappear while the latter was leaning forward with her arms on her knees, legs prepared to bolt for the door.

Clearing his throat quickly as if that would capture their interest, he looked between the two before beginning the speech he had been planning all morning.

"Alright, now all of Germany if not Europe knows about this incident between you two."

"Oh great, as if I wasn't aware already. Please, just keep bringing it up. It makes me feel better every time," Naima made a face while David continued talking as if she had never interrupted.

"Now this issue has to be resolved quickly before the media can start asking questions. The reason you are both here is to get your story straight so that nothing sets off any rumors that could ruin publicity."

Naima couldn't help herself from bursting out into laughter. "That's the last thing I could ever possibly care about. And just for reference, 'we're here to talk about this so no one knows about it.' So let's just discuss it in the middle of the first floor in a hotel where the entire media probably already knows you're staying at. You know, for being a manager of an internationally successful band, and wanting us to have our cover story planned out--you're not that bright."

"Told you she was a freaking bag."

"Wow...Tom usually likes them dumb. No wonder they don't get along," David muttered to himself, earning a dark look from the guitarist.

"Look, if we talk quietly and act casual, they won't know there's anything to hide. All the media cares about are photographs and a story they can come up with to match. If we go hiding in a hotel room they'll get suspicious and be taking shots from the building across and think we're covering the scandal."

Leaning back once more and taking another drink of coffee--he had downed six cups already, if only to keep him sane over this ordeal--he allowed himself to get comfortable before continuing.

"If they take a picture of us now, it's simple. You two have been secretly dating, got caught up in this misunderstanding, and are now explaining your situation to me."

"**** no!" Tom snarled at the same time Naima argued, "**** off!"

"Do you want the whole world thinking you're a hooker? I'm sure the fangirls wouldn't be too thrilled about the rumors hitting the headlines that you've contracted Herpes from this escapade, Tom. Just let me finish. Now, we'll need to make sure you both have the details of the cover story the same, so let's start with how long you've been secretly dating..." David trailed off, a sudden snag in his plan occurring to him.

"Tom, how long has it been since you had sex with a groupie?"

Tom stared at his manager bewildered. "Well, we were busy on tour and last night at the club was SUPPOSED to be the end to my dry spell..." he trailed off. Both Naima and David looked at him expectantly. "I...you know how it is...well...I mean...it's been three weeks, okay?!" he cried in despair.

Naima rolled her eyes and was about to make a snide comment when David cut her off.

"Well, that settles it. Happy three week anniversary, you too!"

"Now wait--" Naima was interrupted again, this time by an angry Tom.

"What the **** did me not having sex for three weeks have to do with any of this?"

"Tom, the last thing we needed was to say you've been dating for two months and to have seven different girls coming forward to say that you cheated on your girlfriend with them."

"Girlfriend?!" Naima finally managed to get in. "I don't recall ever agreeing to anything! Trust me, there is no way I would ever want to even PRETEND to date such an arrogant ***!"

"Like I've said before...would you prefer that the whole world thought you were a prostitute?"

phew! ok.... there she is....
it's my baby, be nice with it!

[tokiohotel26]

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:

this...was...sooo....funny! cant...breathe!!!!

[haruko-chan]

lol, thanks!
next chapter is all Bill and Emily since we've had some quality time with Naima already-it's only fair.....

[tokiohotel26]

i agree 100%

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

I'm back for the time being.
THat was awesome.
I was laughing so hard at that.
You, my friend, have talent.

[tokiohotel26]

i agree 100% with my twin ally!

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Someone agrees with me!
-happy dance-

[tokiohotel26]

:roll:
:mrgreen:
8-)

[haruko-chan]

awwww thankies you guys!

[Benna]

Wheee ^.^

Wait...wait wait wait wait...you didn't include that one thing that BanginGusti told us to include. Where am I going to fit that into chapter 8? EUGH!!!! Haha...here I go to do some editing *Whistles awkwardly*

[haruko-chan]

i haven't a clue what part your talking about, lol... but if u wanna put it in 8 since you do, that'd be cool, lol

[amandaaraujo]

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: hahahahahahahahahahah oh god that was hilarious i was jumping up and down from the lack of air.

[haruko-chan]

oh goodness
well uh...
might i suggest putting your head between your knees and taking a deep breath in through the nose-out through the mouth?
or else an oxygen tank, but then you'd look like an old lady

[amandaaraujo]

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: ok ahah but the old lady comment made me lugh more hahah sorry ill stop

if i can

[haruko-chan]

lol
it's ok
it makes me feel good that it was funny :D

[tokiohotel26]

amanda...do i have to call an ambulance? can ya breathe? are u ok?

haha old lady... :lol:

-cough- do i need to get ally and my bag of weapons? i need the new chapter!

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Hey, I'm already here.
And I do have the bag of weapons on me...
-pats bag-

[Monicaalynn]

ahahahaha, so funny!!! I cant wait to read more!

[xluciax]

:lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol:
THAT WAS SO FUNNY!!!
MY SIDES HURT...

[xXo0BillKaulitz0oXx]

More More More!!
ITS LOVE!!!
XD

[haruko-chan]

oh my good golly gosh-u guys need a new chapter ALREADY!

did i mention that this story isn't finished and that we're still in the process of writing it? lol

so it takes a bit more than a day to get the next chapter solidly done

no rushing genius people! *isn't narcissistic*

[ArianneAnarchy]

brilliant! omg this story is totally original cant wait for ch. 8!!!

[dragoness573]

Mehr bitte! FUNNY! Please, please, please!!!
-VIP ;)

[Reddragon]

I just read this all and I love it!

Aha, it's funny as and the writing is brilliant. I'm keen for more. :)

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

oh my good golly gosh-u guys need a new chapter ALREADY!

did i mention that this story isn't finished and that we're still in the process of writing it? lol

so it takes a bit more than a day to get the next chapter solidly done

no rushing genius people! *isn't narcissistic*

hey, no problame.
Take your time.
[Just not too long...]

My stories are never finished either.
I writen them on the spot whenever I have time..
Oh, that reminds me.

LEXI, WRITE THE NEXT PART OF OUR FANFIC.
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[xXo0BillKaulitz0oXx]

Im Impatient :roll:
Sorry! LoL!
XD

[haruko-chan]

haha it's alright
i love you guys anyways! *blows kisses all around* ;) (yeah i'm not a hug person, lol)

[tokiohotel26]

oh my good golly gosh-u guys need a new chapter ALREADY!

did i mention that this story isn't finished and that we're still in the process of writing it? lol

so it takes a bit more than a day to get the next chapter solidly done

no rushing genius people! *isn't narcissistic*

hey, no problame.
Take your time.
[Just not too long...]

My stories are never finished either.
I writen them on the spot whenever I have time..
Oh, that reminds me.

LEXI, WRITE THE NEXT PART OF OUR FANFIC.
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
god youre pushy...and remember i wont be here for 10 days starting tomorrow afternoon!

[haruko-chan]

:o
but i was gonna post the rest of the story during that time!!
now ur gonna miss it all!

ha-jk.... don't get out the flamethrower, please!

[xluciax]

I can't wait for the next chapter!!!
Please hurry!! :D

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

oh my good golly gosh-u guys need a new chapter ALREADY!

did i mention that this story isn't finished and that we're still in the process of writing it? lol

so it takes a bit more than a day to get the next chapter solidly done

no rushing genius people! *isn't narcissistic*

hey, no problame.
Take your time.
[Just not too long...]

My stories are never finished either.
I writen them on the spot whenever I have time..
Oh, that reminds me.

LEXI, WRITE THE NEXT PART OF OUR FANFIC.
NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
god youre pushy...and remember i wont be here for 10 days starting tomorrow afternoon!

Dude, that's why I want you to post it.
Remember that I won't be here tomorrow either.
Well, actually I won't be on much in the next three weeks...

[tokiohotel26]

sorry for missing out on the rest of the story...u better have a sequel when i come back!

Ally why 3 weeks?

[haruko-chan]

Lex-i was kidding, lol
if we could the next, like, 15 chapters that it will most likely take to finish this story in the next 10 days, then we would be basically amazing

[tokiohotel26]

Lex-i was kidding, lol
if we could the next, like, 15 chapters that it will most likely take to finish this story in the next 10 days, then we would be basically amazing
hmph you had still better make a sequel...

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

MORE STORY SOON?
Ah, caps lock was on.
Sorry 'bout that.

Lexi:
I'm moving next week.
Right now I'm in my new house,
But my stuff is still in Jersey.
We're going back for it on Monday
And then moving that weekend
And then I must unpack and sort through everything.

[tokiohotel26]

Lexi:
I'm moving next week.
Right now I'm in my new house,
But my stuff is still in Jersey.
We're going back for it on Monday
And then moving that weekend
And then I must unpack and sort through everything.
but why 3 weeks
imma be away from my twin for a long time :cry:

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Fine, maybe not 3 weeks.
I over exaggerate [SP?] things.
A lot.

[tokiohotel26]

hopefully only 2 weeks at most...

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Yes, hopefully.
What time are you leaving tomorrow?

[tokiohotel26]

probably around 2-4 pm
we're leaving after my parents [or just my mom] come outta work

i wish i could go to the concert up there...i really do. :cry:

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Well, at least you get some time to do other stuff...
I'm leaving at 9:00 tomorrow morning.

I wish that I was going to the Jersey concert,
But that's out of the question.
I have no clue where Starland ballroom is anyway...

[tokiohotel26]

yea...i love doing the laundry... :roll:

i cant go cuz my parents are too lazy to drive my *** up there...and i have no idea how to get there either...

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Ha.
I don't do chores.
I refuse to.
My parents get really mad at me.

I really wanna go though.
The tickets are $20.00...

It doesn't help that this girl that I absolutely hate is going.
I want to stab her.

[tokiohotel26]

i am FORCED to. OR ELSE. -shudder-

exactly! only $20.00 so why cant i go! they cost less than the Chris Brown concert i went to in January...

well what do wanna name the knife...i want to call it Lacey...now...about the stabbing part...whos the girl

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

I'm forced to also,
But I'm lazy,
So I sit on my *** and ignore everybody
Until they go away.

You like Chris Brown too?
How much was the concert?

I was thinking Conrad...
And this girl is Tracy
I hate her.
My friend B. idolizes her...
It's creepy.

[tokiohotel26]

I'm forced to also,
But I'm lazy,
So I sit on my *** and ignore everybody
Until they go away.

You like Chris Brown too?
How much was the concert?

I was thinking Conrad...
And this girl is Tracy
I hate her.
My friend B. idolizes her...
It's creepy.
well i wish it were that easy for me...

yes i do! did you see take you down? -drools-

i see...Lacey - Tracy...i get it.
her name just messed up my fantasies with Tace Cyrus. i call him Traci in our ff...

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

it isn't easy for me,
But I get away with it.

???
I love Chris Brown.
I'm more of a rock person though.
[But I do enjoy rap most of the time]

Wow.
I was listening to Metro Station earlier.
And singing along.
I'm pathetic.

And now I have to go.
Leaving early tomorrow.
And I'm out of energy drinks.
I will talk to you in 10 days.
-cries-
So sad.
Goodbye, buddy/twin/amiga/pal

[tokiohotel26]

it isn't easy for me,
But I get away with it.

???
I love Chris Brown.
I'm more of a rock person though.
[But I do enjoy rap most of the time]

Wow.
I was listening to Metro Station earlier.
And singing along.
I'm pathetic.

And now I have to go.
Leaving early tomorrow.
And I'm out of energy drinks.
I will talk to you in 10 days.
-cries-
So sad.
Goodbye, buddy/twin/amiga/pal
hmph...still

yes me too!

omg. you are my twin.
I WAS SINGING CONTROL BY METRO STATION EARLIER!

bye bye buddy/twin/amiga/pal! :cry:
I LOVE YOU! and go get Veronica fixed you chainsaw killer!

[haruko-chan]

so uh....
how's... everybody...... doin'?..... lol

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Hey, 'sup?

Lexi is on...
Watch out.

[haruko-chan]

haha
thanks for the warning

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

You're welcome.

So, how are you?

[haruko-chan]

i am doing just swimmingly

just got done watching some TRL full of TH action, swooned over Tom for a bit and now i am feeling fiiiiiine! lol

sorry, **is a bit out of it

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Ha, tis okay.

What happened on TRL today?
They preformed Monsoon, I've heard...

I wonder if it's on youtube...

[haruko-chan]

yeah, they were "co-hosts" from tuesday til today.... i missed tuesday's so i was kinda sad about that, but i DVRed yesterday and today...

basically they just got interviewed a lot, lol... they got asked a lot about the new album and now i'm really excited about it because there seems to be a lot of surprises in store for it....

their lips were sealed, but it definitely sounds like it'll be something else!

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Cool.
I cannot wait for their new album.
It'll probably be in German, but that's okay,
As long as I can hear the songs online...

[Reddragon]

Hey, I was just wondering if there'll be anymore soon?
No pressure or anything, jsut asking as I'm quite fond of this fic.

:)

[haruko-chan]

haha no problem

i gotta see how Benna is feeling about the next chapter since it's all Bill/Emily which is her expertice

[xXo0BillKaulitz0oXx]

Please,More!
Soon!!
...
Very Soon!
:shock:

[dragoness573]

Please post the next chapter. I'm dying here!
-VIP

[amandaaraujo]

yeeeeeeooooow you guys can spam. ahah lol IM BACK WOHOOO omfg my laptop broke. imma at a friends now. i've been lacking internet for almost 3 weeks i almost died im serious. so hows everybody??? the concert in NJ was amazing .....um update please!!!

[dragoness573]

Please keep on writing! Now!
yeeeeeeooooow you guys can spam. ahah lol IM BACK WOHOOO omfg my laptop broke. imma at a friends now. i've been lacking internet for almost 3 weeks i almost died im serious. so hows everybody??? the concert in NJ was amazing .....um update please!!!

[haruko-chan]

agh sorry guys!
we were MIA for a bit after the St. Paul show.... yikes...
hopefully new chapter will be here today or tomorrow-sorry for the long wait!

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

Okay then...

[Reddragon]

Wooot more coming. :D

[Tokio_Hotel_Luv3r]

i love this story! :D - new reader

[Benna]

Okay, FINALLY a new chapter. Unfortunately it was entirely written by me, so it's kind of crappy. >.< Well...here you go...

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It took a minute before he stopped in front of a door. He took out what she recognized as a room key, and her eyes widened. If he thought for one moment that she was going to go into his hotel room, he had another thing coming.

"What the **** do you--"

She found her thoughts getting cut off when he opened the door. Everything she had been saying was drowned out by kids shrieking and water splashing.

"Oh," she muttered as he walked into the room, not bothering to hold the door open. She had to dive forward to make sure it didn't latch again, and she found herself wondering why she didn't let herself get locked out. She would have had an excuse not to be stuck with Sir Whines-A-Lot.

He had chosen a small table at the far end of the pool, and was currently making himself comfortable putting on a pair of over-sized sunglasses he had tucked in his pants pocket and lounging back with his arms crossed.

Emily would have gladly sat anywhere else if it wasn't for the fact that she was the type of person who would rather sit with someone she couldn't stand than sitting alone and looking like a loser.

Trudging over to where he was, she pulled the furthest chair from him out and sat down focusing on the clock sitting above the 'No diving' sign. How long would it take for them to finish talking it out with Naima so they could leave?

Possibly the slowly four minutes of her life passed by before she finally got the nerve to say something--she wasn't quite sure whether or not he was sleeping or not, anyways.

"So--you're in a band, huh?"

"Yep..."

"...What kind of music do you play?"

"We don't like labels," he answered immediately, although it sounded more like him trying to get her to shut up rather than him thinking they didn't have a style.

And then there was Emily, who couldn't stop talking when she got nervous.

"I once heard this German song on IMF a while back and I really liked it."

This time Bill sat up and pushed his sunglasses up, suddenly eager to hear what she was saying.

"Really? Do you remember what the song was called?"

"Uh...I don't remember the name. The band was called Nebraska Tan or something like that--it was weird because normally I don't like rap but the song was really--"

"Nevada Tan? You've got to be kidding me!" Bill groaned, rolling his eyes. "You like that crap?"

"What, you know them?"

"Of course, they're the most talentless band Germany has, and they're totally full of themselves," he made a face, settling back down the way he was. "You'll be better off not listening to them. They kill brain cells."

"What? Excuse me, since when are you the one who decides what is good music? From what I hear, for every fangirl you have in another country, three right here in Germany hate you so out of everyone you shouldn't be giving advice on what music to listen to."

This time Bill laughed, as if every single word out of her mouth didn't phase him. "Please. I'd rather have the fans we do have. They're all completely dedicated, I wouldn't give up one of them. They wait outside weeks in advance for our concerts, though even the worst weather."

"What's so fantastic about that?" Emily asked, rolling her eyes. He sure seemed to brag a lot. "That doesn't make you the greatest musician ever. HYDE's debut US show sold out in three minutes."

It was his turn to stare blankly at her. "...Who?"

"You know what, just forget it. For someone with a band named after the city Tokyo, you sure know very little about what goes on there, even in the music industry."

"For someone from America, you sure seem to act like you're a genius on German Pop Culture."

Glaring darkly, Emily just shook her head. "You are such an ***."

"You don't know me! So stop acting like you do!" Bill shouted at her, shifting in his chair so he wasn't looking at her anymore.

At this point, the mother of the children who were swimming decided it was better for her children not to be in the room with them. Sending a dark glare at the two who were ruining her children's innocent ears, she ushered them out of the pool muttering on about how they had no respect and were the typical rude teenagers.

Trudging out, what looked to be her seven year old son was clutching onto a beach ball as his mother dried him off.

"Bjorn, put that back, it's not yours."

After a small argument with his mother about wanting to keep it, he threw it back into the pool while calling her an *** on their way out--the mother sent Emily an even darker look for teaching her child the word.

"OH! A beach ball!" Bill beamed, clapping eagerly as he looked after it, and Emily was even shocked he didn't go running after it.

She had to do a double take. Where was the scowl? The guy who had just been arguing with her? Was it actually possible for his mood to switch so quickly?

"Make up your mind..." she muttered under her breath. This time, however, he ignored her. Instead he had jumped up and was heading over to the pool, reaching out towards the ball with his long, lanky arms--his fingertips were just missing it.

"Don't be so stupid, you're going to fall in," she took on the role of a mother while he still continued to focus on the beach ball instead.

"You know, you're acting like a four year old," she continued, walking up to where he was, arms crossed over him. "Stop being so immature. There's another freaking ball in the box over there!" God how much she hated him. Why did she care anyway? In fact, why did it matter to her if he fell in the water?

"How about you quit whining and mind your own business?!" Bill suggested, sending a dark look at her over his shoulder before returning to the task at hand, tongue sticking out in concentration.

That settled it. Reaching out quickly with one hand, she shoved his shoulder. She managed to see his eyes widen in surprise and she couldn't help but grin in satisfaction as he headed towards the pool.

Until he grabbed onto her to steady himself, his hand firmly around her wrist, pulling her down with him. She wasn't even able to to let out a scream like you usually saw in those cheesy movies. Instead she found herself jerking forward and landing into the pool, which was a bit colder than she would have liked.

She had always hated diving straight down. You never knew which way was up...and you spent so much time struggling to get to the top for air, even with the pool as low as it was.

And then she broke the surface, hearing Bill next to her sucking in air. Wiping the water out of her eyes, she found herself struggling to stay up. Her clothes were weighing her down too much, and she she couldn't do much for strokes, instead treading water as she made her way towards the side of the pool. Pulling herself up awkwardly and basically laying on the tile, she turned towards Bill. He was having a hard time swimming to the side with his boots which most likely weighed a ton. Had he been wearing his stage makeup, Emily thought for a moment he would have looked like a puppy.

As he began pulling himself out, she grabbed his arm, prepared to help pull him out.

"Get off! I don't need you trying to drown me again," he muttered bitterly.

She immediately let go and pulled back. He was usually *****ing around her, but it was always whiny. This time, it sounded like he was prepared to pull HER back into the water and hold her head under for a few hours.

Emily was even lost for a comeback. She had been the one to push him in in the first place, although she wouldn't admit that she had started it. If he hadn't set his mind to being nothing but a complete jerk.

"Whatever," she threw out, standing up and shivering slightly before turning around. She was done. Naima had better be done with the meeting by now, because if not she was dragging the girl out of there. Each step she took was followed by an annoying squish, and the moment she shoved the pool door open she heard the sound of squeaking leather boots following after her. Each step was stiff legged, and she found herself ignoring the stares of the old rich couples who looked after her with disapproval, and she knew Bill must be hating it as well. Looking back, she realized he was no longer following her. He must have left for his hotel room while she was stuck leaving, looking like a drenched rat.

"Emily, what the **** happened?"

Turning around, Emily saw Naima storming towards her. "Never mind, we're just getting the **** out of here," she said angry, grabbing onto Emily and dragging her after her while the shivering girl was stuck running awkwardly after her. They passed a bewildered David Jost and half amused Tom Kaulitz on their way out of the hotel.

"What happened? What did he want?" Emily asked, wondering if it was somehow worth coming there today.

"I don't want to talk about it," Naima muttered, shaking her head in disgust.

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Meh, I told you, right? *Runs and hides under a rock again* And I DO realize it's been forever since we've updated but if it makes any of you feel any better...the band was amazing up close and gave inspiring feelings.

[xXKillerxQueenXx]

-squee-
Another chapter!
Finally!
-runs around-
I love it,
And now I'm wondering
What happens next.

[haruko-chan]

phew!
well thank god SOMEONE'S on top of things!
(no i don't mean me..... but i may mean Tom in relation to me-OH SNAP!)
....
he needs to get his cute *** back in the Midwest-i'm having obvious withdrawl issues

[Reddragon]

Oooosh. Tension, tension, tension.

LOL at Bill being pushed in the pool though.

Twas a good chappy, wasn't bad at all :)

[amandaaraujo]

AAh omg that was funny which concer tdid you go i went to NJ aaah ok next time dont take forever this FF is too funny to be forgotten. AND IM BACK

but on a friends COMP

[Benna]

We went to the St. Paul one, it was great.

We got Bill's backwash one us. <33 Lol

[amandaaraujo]

We went to the St. Paul one, it was great.

We got Bill's backwash one us. <33 Lol
awesome hhahah amazing. sadly i was in the back after th cam eout to play i was going to the front since it was GA and my dad pulled me out bohoo. but im happy for you :) i got to wave to bill from their tourbus it was awesome he;s soo hot in person.

[Benna]

Haha, me, Haruko, and our two friends waited in line since 10 that morning, and someone went from three feet from the front of the crowd to the middle, we got pushed back badly. But the concert itself was amazing! We were sad they didn't do autographs, haha, but at one point we followed their tour bus into the MYTH parking lot so it was...amazing.

[haruko-chan]

B....
i am still mesmerized by that sig, lol
i'm like a broken record
seriously, WHAT program did u use?!
please don't tell me that really expensive one cuz then i'm boned

[dragoness573]

YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[amandaaraujo]

guys when are the updates coming??/

[haruko-chan]

hahaha
*smiles sheepishly*
once i get done with this one scene that has been the rue of my life for the past.... like... 3.... and a half.... weeks...
but it's almost done-i SWEAR on my life!

well maybe that's not such a good idea since you guys were discussing weapon use earlier... :shock:

[Benna]

I used Paint Shop Pro 7...which I do have I just need to practice using it a LOT more, because I don't remember what I did to make that. Otherwise I'd have made one for all the band members XD

And I am also excited to read the...scene...XD

[mollymoosesays]

hah this is sick, I just read it.
I dig it.

[haruko-chan]

haha well thankles!

and shutup B! lol... ur only excited cuz u don't have to write it!
i'm gonna cry

[Benna]

Hey, don't be cranky! I wrote my parts! :p

Don't cry!!! Eat a skittle or fifty!

[HEROINE PLEASE]

NOOOOOOOOOO!

I need more like. . . NOW!!!!!! erggggggggg

*Stares at watch tapping foot* I"M WAITING!

[Monicaalynn]

oh that that was really good! I'm so glad that you updated!

[haruko-chan]

SKITTLES!
i ate like half that bag already... gah!... well ya know what B... yeah me neither...

and guys i am seriously this *holds up hand with thumb and pointer finger an inch from each other* close to having it done

[dragoness573]

Eck! The wait is always horrible!

[dragoness573]

update now pweeese! (puppy eyes)
:|

[haruko-chan]

oh snap it's been a while!
...
my self and my co-author are getting absolute *****e done right now...

writer's block kicks my a$$ a lot... :cry:
but not to worry!
i'll see what i can do for you guys!

and btw if you guys have accounts over at THFiction.net, the story's over there too and we tend to update more there...
cuz...
i....
kinda...
forgot...
about...
this place...
*sheepish*

[dragoness573]

WHAT?! (starts mumbling in spanish)
so ur going to update here too now right??
(hope)

[haruko-chan]

no author's note, you've waited long enough...

To say that Emily hated gym class would be an understatement. A huge understatement actually. Like saying ‘Steve Urkel’s pants may be a bit too tight and pulled up a little too high’, or ‘Donald Trump kind of likes his money,’ or ‘Michael Jackson probably should lay off the Botox,’ sort of understatement.

Unfortunately for her, neither The Donald nor Urkel nor The Prince of Pop were in sight to save her at the moment so she turned to the only thing that gave her survival from the same kind of torturous physical activity back in the States: lying through her teeth.

The first few weeks had been a breeze. Playing the confused English-speaking girl worked wonders, but eventually the gym instructor quit buying it. Luck was on her side again the next week when they played tennis, which she was surprisingly decent at and Naima even agreed to be her doubles partner.

This week, however was the bane of her existence: volleyball.

Having missed class yesterday, she only had four more days to survive through before moving to the next sport, but with the gym teacher also being the varsity volleyball coach there was a good chance that this particular unit would be lasting much longer.

Emily currently found herself on the farthest of the three courts in the large gym. Farthest from the teacher, closest to the door-it wasn’t a bad deal. Having swung and missed three times at the ball, Emily had assumed the age old rule ‘three strikes, you’re out’ applied as her teammates ushered her off the court to be switched with somebody hopefully more coordinated.

"I'm going to get a drink," she muttered to no one in particular as she passed by the bleachers, gladly sneaking out of the gym with a look back to her teacher who was more engrossed into watching her beloved Varsity stars.

Taking her time, she pretended to re-tie her shoe and went for another drink when what she saw made her spit her water out, spraying anywhere and everywhere. Walking into the hall with perhaps the most confused expressions ever were none other than Bill and Tom Kaulitz.

It was like a nightmare--one where Freddy Krueger was in your house and he wasn't sure where you were but you knew he was going to find you, and all you could do was run.

And that is exactly what she did.

Taking off faster than an Olympic sprinter--or at least, that's how her body felt. She was out of shape, give her a break! She ran through the courts, dodging a volleyball that nearly spiked her head off, and managed to make her way unscathed into the Varsity section, arms waving, unable to breathe out Naima's name as she tried to get her host sister's attention.

The girl in question wasn’t paying attention at all; she had just dug up a hit from their freakishly tall middle hitter. Naima rolled easily out of her position on the floor and stood to hear snickers. She was about to check that her spandex hadn’t ripped in the process when the player next to her tapped her shoulder. “Isn’t that your American friend?”

Naima turned to catch Emily mid-gesture, but for all the flailing the smaller girl was doing, she appeared to be warning of an oncoming army of cavemen and fish out of water. She seemed to give up when Naima shrugged and, Emily pointed in the direction she came. By this time even the coach had come over to inspect the situation, most likely to ensure no one was having a seizure, and everyone’s eyes followed Emily’s finger to the door.

Several things seemed to happen in tandem at this point and the inhuman shriek of: “Ahh! OH MY GOD, LOOK! It’s BILL KAULITZ!” seemed to trigger them all.

Emily turned to Naima for help, but was shocked to find the girl had already taken off towards the twins at break-neck speed before the scream had even erupted. Barely having time to catch her breath from her last bought of running, Emily huffed and took off after her.

Naima had thankfully made it across the gym before any of the other girls. She grabbed a hold of Tom’s arm roughly and threw a glance over her shoulder to see that Emily was following. Her eyes searched wildly and rested on the door that seemed her only option in their current haste.

The Girls’ Locker Room.

The four teens created some kind of strange chain as Naima directed them towards the door to their safe haven. She barreled her shoulder into it, flung the other three inside, and threw herself on the back of the closed door.

Emily lunged forward to assist her and turned the lock to the side just in time to hear several loud thuds against the door and the screaming increasing ten-fold. There was a sickening noise of what were either press-on nails or possibly someone’s teeth scraping the door and both boys let out a collective sigh.

They all backed away in unison as the lock was tested to its limits when the banging suddenly became so loud, Emily could swear they were probably using one of the freshmen as a battering ram.

“See? I told you we should’ve let her know we were coming first, but do you ever listen to me?”

“Oh yeah Bill, I’ll get right on that next time. I’ll just give her a call,” Tom mimed putting a phone to his ear, “using the phone number she DIDN’T give me!”

“What? So this is MY FAULT?! My fault that you burst into my school-“

“Come on, we did not burst in-“

“Yeah! You should’ve seen how sneaky we-"

“Oh bullsh-“

“SHUT IT! All of you!” It could’ve been comical how quickly the three squabbling teens quieted and turned to the fourth in unison. It also could’ve been comical that the forceful bellow that caused their silence came from such as small of a source as Emily. It could’ve been-but it wasn’t.

“Good,” Emily fumed. “Now, would someone calmly care to tell me what the **** is going on?”

Naima put a menacing hand on Tom’s shoulder. “Why sure; Tom would love to explain this to you!”

“Wha-hoh no! Why me?” Tom called after her retreating figure.

“Because us mortals can’t just up and leave and pay someone to take care of everything for us!”

Emily took a moment to break from her anger and turn away in embarrassment as her host sister began to peel the volleyball jersey off her torso nonchalantly. Emily was apparently not the only one perturbed by this action.

“Hey!” Tom called at her back. “You’re not changing are you?” Naima finally turned to look at him with a confused expression. Tom shrugged, “I like the spandex, sue me.”

“I have to grab some things from my gym locker,” she continued as if that last outburst had never occurred.
Tom made a move to follow her, but Bill stopped him.

“That’s enough, Lover B-“

“Yeah Lover Boy,” Emily interrupted Bill by grabbing his wrist, much as he was doing to his brother. “Now you and your faithful side-kick, Eyeliner Kid, better sit down and tell me what’s happening here.”

“Why are you yelling at me? This wasn’t even my idea in the first place! What’d I do wrong?” Bill miffed.

“Oh really?” Emily asked, anger rising. “So you didn’t just storm into my high school looking like an electrical experiment gone wrong” there was a snicker from Naima behind the row of lockers, “and cast an eclipse over a gym full of unsuspecting teenage girls who subsequently then felt the need to chase and try to violate the four of us in ways I don’t even want to imagine?”

Bill sat thunderstruck.

“That’s what I thought. Now explain,” she ordered.

Between the two of them, Tom and Bill were able to fill Emily in on the situation in a time efficient manner.
Naima had signed a contract. A contract to pose as Tom’s girlfriend to give him, minus the arresting part anyways, a more wholesome image. Emily suddenly understood why her friend felt the need to hide behind the row of metal because Emily felt a sudden urge to hit her for not mentioning this after the meeting at the hotel.

As if sensing the daggers getting metaphysically glared in her direction, Naima quickly emerged donning a new shirt, baggy sweatpants and sunglasses that were no doubt to avoid the eyes of her fuming friend and stated that they had better leave.

The other three agreed as the mob outside the door seemed to have become eerily quiet as they realized that they’d have to find another entrance to the locker room.

Thankfully none of the crazed girls had been able to round the entire building yet to the back door and the four-some was able to slip out into the parking lot without so much as whip-lash from a wayward hair extension.

It felt almost like an action movie, bolting through the school's parking lot, hiding behind vehicles in order to avoid any fans on the alert. At this point, Naima was the only one who had managed to shoot ahead of them. Tom's clothes were weighing him down as he struggled to keep his pants from falling off. Bill and Emily's only excuses were from lack of exercise, and even then Emily still trailed at least five feet behind the others. She blamed genetics for her legs being nearly a foot shorter than the others.

"Get in!" Naima ordered as they skidded to a halt in front of her car, keys in hand while she leapt into the front seat.

Tom's face dropped as he realized they were standing in front of a lime green 2001 VW Beetle with a bright colored group of fake flowers in the dash.

"No way in ****."

"You're not really in any position to complain right now, just get in."

"I'd rather die in a sea of fans than be caught by paparazzi in this thing. No way, we're getting in the Escalade," Tom argued. "Besides, we'd have to come back for it anyway."

He didn't even wait for a response, he just gave the car another once over, shuddered, and took off, Bill trailing behind as much as he could.

"Arrogant dumbass," Naima muttered as she followed after the brothers, leaving Emily behind to complain about how stupid it was to follow when they had an able vehicle right next to them.

A sudden noise of deranged, hormonally driven girls shrieking came from behind them and they all turned in horror. The only thing keeping the mob of girls from mauling the boys was someone both girls recognized as the bodyguard at the police station.

"They're going to kill the poor guy," Emily muttered in horror before her wrist was grabbed by Naima, Tom rounding the car with Bill close behind.

They all leapt into the vehicle within seconds, Naima in the passenger seat with Bill and Emily in the seats behind. Tom had the Escalade running in seconds before pulling out at a speed that had Emily praying to God, Jesus, Buddha, Zeus, and Elvis.

Screeching through the parking lot, the bodyguard seemed to know what was going on and in one swift motion, he managed to shove as many back as possible before taking off towards the vehicle.

Both girls were sure Tom was going to barrel right through the man, and even Bill cringed a little as Tom slammed on the brakes, skidding to a halt in front of the sprinting man.

Emily's side of the door was open in a flash and she unbuckled. In seconds he had leapt in, and before she could get back into her seat, he had slid into her, knocking her backwards, the back of her knees catching the arm rest.

"Oh my GOD, are you trying to kill me?" Bill shouted as she landed harshly on his lap.

She turned crimson immediately. He looked at her as if she was the biggest idiot on the planet. "You know, I didn't exactly do it on purpose!" she yelled back. Like he had a right to complain. It was his boney legs that somehow managed to kill her butt. Shuffling awkwardly off of him with as much dignity as she could muster, she ignored all of the eyes on her--Naima's confusion, Tom's amusement, and the bodyguard's glares.

“Do you mind getting us out of here or do you feel like waiting around for that!” She snapped, attempting to get the attention off of herself and her newly adapted red tint.

“Right,” Tom said facing forward towards the oncoming parade of estrogen. He braced his hands against the steering wheel and cried dramatically, “fasten your seatbelts ladies and gentlemen!” He turned to face Naima with a smirk, “You can too.”

She snarled, “Will you just GO already!”

There was a squealing of tires and the Escalade began to move towards the exit of the school parking lot. By now several members of the staff had emerged to try and find the source of the shrieking mass and some were even able to hold some of the students back from Tom’s monstrous vehicle.

There was a sudden commotion to the left and three girls broke free from the pack. Time seemed to slow and Tom froze accordingly. Naima looked from guitarist to her three crazed schoolmates fangirling their way towards the SUV. The moving SUV.

Having not actually fastened her seatbelt-as always, Naima practically leapt across Tom to lay on the horn. The three flailing teens stopped in shock at the sudden noise, giving Tom the chance fly past them in a whir of black and platinum.

Naima hung her head and sighed in relief when they stopped according the sign at the end of the driveway. It was then that she finally decided to assess the position she was in. In her haste, she had lunged and her legs remained for the most part back in her seat, but her left hand landed on Tom’s thigh to support the weight of her upper body leaning over. And now with the dropping of her head, she had effectively stuck her face into the low-hanging crotch of his pants.

She had extracted herself and shoved herself as far from him as the car would allow so fast Tom had barely had the time to pull out onto the road from their stopped position.

“Can’t say I didn’t know you’d come crawling back to me,” she could practically hear the smirk as he turned to look at her smugly, “I just didn’t think it’d be this early.”

“Eyes on the road, Medusa!” She roughly pushed the side of his face until it was turned forward again.

“Now that you two have effectively insulted each other,” Bill interrupted his brother’s impending come-back, “and both Kaulitz twins have effectively been molested,” he threw a disgusted look in Emily’s direction, “can we please get back to the studio?”

Following that outburst, the ride to the recording studio passed in silent, uneventful bliss. If bliss was as tense as a newly set bear trap.

With the help of Saki, the four teens were escorted into the building through the back entrance without much trouble. The boys were quickly ushered back into the studio and the girls were given a strict rundown from the bodyguard team. They were told what to touch-what not to touch, what to do-what not to do, and what to say-what not to say.

Emily began looking for loopholes and realized with gusto that she couldn’t recall them ever mentioning anything against the shaving of hairspray infested heads.

With that thought, Emily realized that she and Naima were completely alone in the hallway outside the recording room. She was fully comfortable with the idea of not speaking to Naima the rest of the day were it not for the fact that she was getting really bored.

She turned to her friend to speak only to be cut off by her own light laughter at the sight of Naima making faces at the band through the one-way window.

Ah, she’d never been good at holding grudges anyway.
The rest of the day was spent wandering the halls that they soon discovered made a circle around the central room for recording. Every window they passed was quickly made use of in the form of pure, un-adulterated mocking. Emily screwed her face up and crooned into her water bottle from the complimentary fridge and Naima pulled her loose sweatpants down even lower on her waist and plucked an invisible guitar, throwing her head back with a look of agony for good measure.

At 8 o’clock they were told by a disgruntled nameless bodyguard that they could leave.

Naima led the way down the sidewalk in the already dark evening. Emily lagged behind, something tugging the strings at the back of her mind. “Naima?” The taller girl turned and continued walking backwards. Emily was about to advise against it, but shook her head, knowing her warning would go unnoticed.

“Why didn’t you just TELL me you’d signed the contract? You wouldn’t even say what was in it and suddenly I’m finding out you signed the thing!” She hadn’t meant to raise her voice at the end, but then she hadn’t meant to forgive her host sister so easily either, so maybe it was for the best.

“Look…” Naima started. Emily looked at her expectantly. Neither realized they had stopped walking until Emily got jostled by a man on his cell phone coming up behind her. “I’ll tell you all about it… Someday.”

Emily glared and opened her mouth to protest, but Naima shushed her and pulled her off to the side with a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not ALL bad though. I had good reason to accept.”

“Oh yeah?” Emily asked, caught between being genuinely interested and being disbelieving. Naima didn’t say a word in reply. She took Emily’s hand and slapped a wad of cash into it. Looking stunned, Emily glanced up from the bills in her hand to see the other girl jogging ahead.

“W-What is this?”

Naima stopped and turned, waiting for her friend to catch up.

“I told you I’d pay you back for that cab.”

[Reddragon]

Yayyy it's back!

Hahhaa that was funny. Kaulitz twins being molested :P