They were excited for it, even though their record "Scream" hadn't been as successful as they had hoped. They still had optimism that the tour would be great.
"Georg, are Bill and Tom awake?" Gustav asked, sitting down at the kitchen table and sipping a glass of orange juice.
"Yea, they're in the back, I believe."
"Bill, Tom, can you guys come up here?" He called, and the twins lazily clambered into the front of the bus, falling onto the couch. "I have a really big favor to ask of you guys."
None of them said anything, so Gustav proceeded.
"Okay, well you've all met my parents, but you guys don't know that I have a little sister. She's been living in America for since she was born, and the people she lives with are going on a missionary trip to East Africa. She doesn't want to tag along. She's a real sweet girl, though. And so I was wondering is it was possible in the slightest that she could stay with us during the US Tour?"
The bus was silent, and Gustav was nervously awaiting the verdict.
They all looked at each other, and instantly knew what the other was thinking.
"Yes, Gustav, your sister can stay with us." Bill smiled.
"Really?" He asked, expecting a different result.
"Ya, under one condition." He smiled, and Gustav nodded. "Why has your sister been living in America? We'll want to know her background, you know."
He laughed at his friend's nosiness.
"When she was born I was two years old, and my parents were going through a tough situation. They couldn't afford another child, so they let a couple of family friends 'adopt' her. She left almost as soon as she was born, but the Elliot's, they wanted her to know her family, so they paid to fly to Germany for her to see us. They said it was most important to know that she had a brother. We're close, even though we've never lived together. I guess, this is also a way for me to get closer to my sister." Gustav sighed after finishing the explanation.
"Alright then." Bill smiled.
The tour bus jerked to a halt as it arrived at the first venue in Las Vegas. The band filed off and went inside for a quick break before loading into an eight-passenger van, which would then take them to the Casanova Hotel, where they'd be staying for the next few days.
The guys quickly made a bathroom break, grabbed a few snacks, and headed out to the van. Gustav waited outside the venue door, waiting for Kyler.
Thirty minutes had passed, and she still hadn't arrived.
"How much longer are we going to be waiting in this stuffy van?" Bill whined.
"I don't think it'll be much longer." Georg said.
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**Kyler's POV**
I was so excited to see my brother. It had been a good two and a half years since I'd seen him. I gave Tony another hug before getting out of the car. I adjusted my suitcases, tugging them out of the car and finally setting them on the rough pavement.
I turned slowly and caught eyes with Gustav. Before I knew it, I was running across the pavement in my stiletto heels to hug him. It was the greatest thing: hugging my brother.
"Look at you, Ky. You look great! You've matured so much." He smiled.
"I know! Look at you! Boy, you are built." I laughed.
"It's so great to see you, we're gonna have a blast."
Gustav and I made our way to the van, where we occupied the front row, while there were two other people behind us, and one in front.
"Kyler, these are my friends and band mates Bill, Tom, and Georg."
"Bill, wow, I love your hair. You'll have to show me how to do that sometime!" I smiled.
"Anytime." He said.
No matter how long I'd had a German Brother, I would never get over the cute accents they had.
I giggled as I turned around.
*You're such a flirt.
-ME!? Pshh, I mean, can't a girl be friendly?
*Call it what you will....
"We're glad to have you here, Kyler." Tom smiled.
"Thanks so much!" I returned the smiled, but something caught my attention. "Is that a lip ring? You know, I was thinking of getting my lip pierced."
"Really?"
"What do you think, right here?" I got a little closer to him and pointed to my lip, putting on a cute little smirk.
...
-Okay, so I'm sorta a flirt.
*Mmmh.
"I think it would be very sexy."
"Cool."
I glanced at Gustav, who appeared to have somewhat of a disappointed look on his face. I smiled my biggest smile and he just shook his head.
We arrived at the hotel soon, and I was anxious to get to my room. Gustav helped me out of the van and we went into the hotel through the back. He showed me my room and helped me settle in, plopping on the couch once he was finished.
"Tomorrow I'm thinking we're gonna head to the pool; what do you think?" He asked.
"Yea, that'll be fun, but I need to buy a swimsuit. I didn't bring one."
"Really? Ugh, I hate shopping." Gustav sighed.
"Oh."
"Bill loves to shop. I'll bet he'll go with you." Gustav smiled. "Want me to ask him?"
"Um, no, I think I can ask him." I said. "But I'll do it later."
"Oh, alright." He said. "Well, I think I'm gonna go get myself settled in. I'll see you later."
He stood and headed to the door.
"Bye, love you, big brother."
"Love you, little sister"
It was about nine-thirty and I had just gotten out of a long bubble bath when there was a knock on my hotel room door.
"Hold on!" I called, as I threw the towel around me and quickly headed to answer the door, opening it slightly.
It was Bill.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"Nooooo, I just got out of the bath." I smiled. "Come on in and sit, I'll be out there in just a second."
I quickly scampered into the bathroom to change into my pajamas. They were sent to me from my real parents in Germany. I loved them. They were green with colorful broken hearts on them, and I had a solid blue tank top as the shirt.
"Okay, sorry about that." I smiled, sliding onto my bed.
"Oh, it's alright. I was just gonna make sure you were all settled in." He said.
"Aw, thanks!" I said, smacking his arm lightly.
*Using the touch technique? Genius.
-Thank you.
"You're welcome." He said.
"So, do you like shopping?" I asked randomly and he laughed.
"Yea."
"Do you think you'd be willing to go shopping with me tomorrow so I can get a bathing suit?"
"Yea."
"Great, thanks!" I smiled.
*You smile too much.
-Whaaaaaat? Smiling is contagious.
*Whatever.
"Well, I hate to shoo you off, but I'm awfully tired." I sighed.
"Oh, alright." He stood, heading to the door.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow morning. Is nine okay?"
"Yea." He answered.
"Okay. Goodnight, Bill."
"Goodnight."