"There's one. I've got two now." Tom pointed at a guy standing at the far end of the crowd. Their show was over but the fans were still waiting for them to come out. They wanted every last minute with Tokio Hotel they could get.

"Slow, i've found five."

"Shut up Georg."

"What are you idiots doing?" Bill asked, putting his cup of coffee down and going to the window where Tom and Georg were looking out. Gustav was reading a comic in a corner of the room, quiet as always. They almost gave up on making him talk sometimes.

"Guy hunting." It would make sense for them to guy hunt, the crowd downstairs was made up with, at first glance, a thousand screaming teenage fangirls. They just did it for fun. Georg already had a girlfriend and the rest were far from gay. Bill decided to join them, bored. He scanned the crowd for masculine features.

"I found one," Bill said, pointing towards the middle. Tom and Georg shifted their glances to look at the fanboy he found.

"He's wearing the Fight against Aids shirt," Tom said. The fanboy looked up right at Bill just as Tom said it. Bill tilted his head. He really had to admit, the fanboy was cute. Their manager poked his head into their room

"Meet and Greet downstairs now," he said. Bill gave him the thumbs up and turned back to the window. The fanboy was gone. He sighed, and followed the rest out of the room. They took the elevator downstairs and were greeted by girlish screams as soon as they got out to meet the lucky ones who had won meet and greet passes. He went to the beginning of the line.

"Hello." He signed the Humanoid album for the girl and moved on to the next.

"Bill I love you," she said, her eyes glazed. Bill smiled at her, signing her poster and letting her kiss him on the cheek. He was used to the attention. He was at the middle of the line, signing another poster. He looked up at the guy who was holding it. It was the fanboy. Bill stopped for a while, wanting to talk to him.

"Hello. What's your name?" The fanboy was even more good looking in person. In fact, Bill thought he was hot.

"Gabe. Yours?" he asked, jokingly. Bill laughed. The fanboy, Gabe, had a sense of humor.

"Move it," Tom shoved past him to reached the next half of screaming fans. Bill stared at Gabe for a while. He turned the poster around, wrote his number on the back, and rolled it back up before any one of the fangirls could see.

"Call me," he said softly, giving Gabe one last smile, and his poster back, before moving on to the rest of the line. They reached the end and Tom put the cap back on his marker, turning towards Bill.

"You are so gay for him." Bill held back a smile.

"I'm not, I'm just being nice to our male fans. I know you can't get enough of the girls, but still." He put the cap back on his marker and gave it to their bodyguards, turning around to look at the rest of the line. Gabe was gone. He ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach and followed his bodyguard back up to get his things and move back to the hotel.

-

"He gave you his number? No fucking way did he give you his number," his best friend said as they walked to the nearest bus stop.

"He did." Gabe unrolled the poster, showing her the writing at the back of it. Bill Kaulitz's phone number.

"Well, are you going to call him or what?" Gabe rolled his poster back up and put it in his bag.

"Probably, but later. He's still busy now." They flagged down the bus and got in, Gabe making sure the poster was still with him. He got home and flopped on his bed, opening the poster up again. Bill's number was smudged slightly but still readable. He had nice handwriting for a rockstar. It'd been almost two hours since he'd seen him so he doubted Bill was still busy. Gabe took his phone out and dialed. He answered after two rings.

"Bill?" he said. What an idiot, of course it was Bill. He heard a snigger on the other end of the line and mentally slapped himself.

"Hello, Gabe." Gabe felt his stomach flip when he heard the two words.

"Are you busy now?" he asked.

"No, just sitting around with nothing to do." There was a slight pause.

"I'm happy you called," Bill suddenly said. Gabe smiled to himself.

"Do you give many fans your number?"

"No, just you." Gabe nodded to himself silently. Bill spoke again.

"How was the show?"

"Amazing, as always," Gabe replied. He wondered why Bill wasn't tired.

"Aren't you tired?"

"I am, a little."

"Then, why don't you sleep." He heard a sigh from the other end and Bill answered slowly.

"Because, I like talking to you." Gabe smiled to himself. Bill wasn't the stuck up, arrogant diva so many people cut him out to be.

"Go to sleep," he said. Bill sighed again.

"Okay. Goodnight, Gabe."

"Goodnight, Bill." He had to stop himself from screaming as he ended the call. He'd just had a phone conversation with Bill Kaulitz.