Romantic TH fan fic: Despite being twins, Bill and Tom are very different. But when an innocent girl catches their attention, they find out that they have not so different tastes after all? Will they fall apart? Or will they simply give her up?

Not the best summary, but I can assure you the story's better than it sounds. It doesn't unfold in a flash, I hope it won't bother most of you.

Chapter 1

Bill's P.O.V.

I peek out the window as our private jet lands on the warm Indian runway. The scenery is fresh green, surely because of the monsoon. Tom and Gustav are dozing off near me, while Georg is staring off into space.
"Finally, we're here..", I quietly mutter.

Honestly, I'm very anxious about our concert the day after tomorrow. Never in our wildest dreams did we think that we had fans all the way here in India. One fine day, our manager called up and said that we had more than a million fans up here! The four of us were speechless. The rest simply passed by in a flash.

And now, we're having a concert in Shillong, the Rock capital of India. It's funny because the place is not even in mainland India. Well, I just hope that the place lives up to its name.
The plane comes to a halt and I wake Gustav and Tom up. "We're here..?", asks Tom with a huge yawn, rubbing the sleep off his eyes. "I wonder how the girls here are."

It is a wonder how girls never escape Tom's mind. A built-in program? Possibly.

"You'll find out as soon as you get up and off the plane." says Georg pushing Tom and Gustav towards the exit. Sitting continuously for two hours has stiffened my rear and I welcome the warm sunlight on my face as we step out. I like the warm temperature here. I never liked the cold.

There isn't any annoying paparazzi as we make our way through the airport. a few peoplre, mostly young boys and girls look at us with recognition, but make no move to approach us. It is almost like they appreciate our privacy. I already like it here in Guwahati. This is the 'Gateway into northeast India'. Shillong is a three-hour drive from here.

We get into the car that was waiting for us. We are going to stop at a hotel for a few hours, then, we'll be back on the road. I roll down the window and immediately, the smell of wild flowers blurs my senses. I take in a deep, audible breath, "This is good." Tom imitates me, "You bet."

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The very first thing I notice about Guwahati city is how different the people look. Well, to be honest, they look nothing like typical Indians. They look more Asian.

We are heartily welcomed by the people in the hotel. We are each given a red and white cloth called 'Gamusa'. Apparently, it's a tradition.

Tom instantly replaces his bandana with his Gamusa. The people laugh appreciatively.
Five-six picture later, we are led to our rooms to rest.

After having an Assamese lunch, we're back on the road to Shillong. This time the way is greener still and has a lot more altitude and sharp turns. Now, we're in the state of Meghalaya - home of the clouds. On our way up, we stop by a go-karting place. I love driving and this is exactly what I need right four of us and our manager Gary hang at the place for a while.

After a few minutes of enjoying the adrenaline rush through me, I take a seat on a closeby railing and just relax. It is weird go-karting on a steep mountain - but a lot more fun!

It is a bit chilly out here, so I roll down the sleeves of my pullover. The cold isn't really my thing. Georg and Gustav are racing with each other. I see Tom chatting with a girl a few yards away. so, Tom has finally found the place for his expertise here!

A minute later, Tom takes a seat beside me. " Let me guess..., " I trail off with a knowing grin.
"Khasi - don't ask me what that is, sweet, hot and the name's Jolene." Tom finishes for me. I laugh out. No one's invincible to my brother's charms, that's for sure!

"But it's different, you see?" Tom explains, "The girls here are so... uhm, innocent!"
"Ohkay, that is bad?" I ask.
Tom's trademark wicked smile appears on his face, "That's the cherry on top."
We both laugh out.

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We're finally in Shillong. if I thought the go-karting place is chilly, Shillong is outright freezing! The city is cold but bustling with all sorts of shops - from clothes and music stores to vegetable and fruit vendors. The air smells of pine trees and wild flowers. If I ignore the cold, I can really get used to it.

Not tired enough, the four of us decide to roam around the markets near our hotel. It is already dark. Most people recognise us, but again, they keep their distance. NE India's definitely used to having stars around!

Tom leads us to a roadside kareoke machine. He and Gustav get busy singing, or rather screaming to a Green Day song, while Georg and I check out some clothes at a nearby shop.
I can feel eyes on me as I look through some tees. I finally find a cool blood red T-shirt. " Any good?', I ask Georg. "Prettey bloody!", comes his reply. I look up at the cute salesgirl who had been eyeing me. She visibly stiffens. I hold back a smirk.
"I'll take this. How much?", I ask holding up the tee.
She takes long breath, then, calmly answers, "Six hundred and fifty rupees, sir." I look at her blankly. How much is that?
Heck!
I quickly give her my card. Georg laughs at my 'broad knowledge'. I glare at him. "I bet even you don't know that!"

Getting my card back, we go out to where Tom and Gustav were. It is now only Gustav with the mic. I find Tom leaning against a railing closeby, licking ice-cream from a cone and his eyes raking every girl passing by.
"Tom!", I call at him. He turns to me and waves, a content smile grazing his face. The rest of us gwalk up to him. "Give it a rest, Tommie boy!", says Georg, hitting him lightly on his sides. Tom simply retorts calmly, "Enjoying myself isn't a crime, love."

We decide to return to the hotel. But then, I suddenly remember!
"Tom, where's the ice-cream parlour?" Nothing beats ice-cream at single digit temperatures!

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The next morning, I wake up to the sweet chirping of birds. I hop out of bed and open the window, letting in the sunlight. The sun rays are ticklish on my ice-cold skin.
"I'm so f****** gonna get you!"
The crude language forces me out of my world. I open my eyes to see Tom chasing a chicken. Literally.
I roll my eyes and put on a tee and a loose pair of pants before making my way out to rthe garden where Tom is. " Thanks for ruining my morning. " I tell him. He stops running after the chicken. "Anytime, little brother!", he manages in between pants.

After having our brunch, we go for a sigh-seeing trip. Shillong basically is a clean and beautiful place and resembles the German countryside. Two hours later, we are at our last stop, Shillong Peak - the highest mountain peak in Meghalaya.
"How far down do you think it is?", Georg asks as the four of us look down from the edge of the hill-top. "Far enough to fly with angels. " I reply.

I think I'm gonna get a corn, " says Gustav, already on his way towards the string of corn-sellers. I follow him. All that height's made me hungry.
We simply point at the corns to get them, leaving the need to speak any language.
The old lady tells us the cost in her native language. I try to find our Indian driver for help, but he is out of sight.
Gustav and I hopelessly stare at each other. They obviously donot accept cards here.

"Hey," comes a voice. It's a girl, definitely from around here. "Let me help you."
I nod robotically at her and watch her graceful movements as she talks with the old lady and hands her two notes.
I notice how pretty she is. With long black hair, rosy cheeks, a slight tan and the smile of a baby, she captures my attention. I'm abnormally conscious of her and me as I mutter an almost inaudible 'Thank You' .

"It's okay," she syas with that cute smile of hers. I shake my head, "No, we owe you." We take our corns. She chuckles. "You owe me twenty rupees. You know how much that is?" I smile at her through my embarrassment, "I don't."

"Then, how're you gonna repay me?" She has a point. But I am gonna repay her somehow. "Have dinner with us tonight." I keep my fingers crossed inside my pockets as she hugs her denim jacket tighter to her body, taking in my offer. She looks up to meet my gaze and for the first time i notice how chocolatey her eyes are.
"Thank you," she says and I feel an explosion in my stomach. "But I have to be somewhere else tonight."
I'm unable to speak for a while. I'm bad at handling rejections.

"Come on, it'd be nice having someone new with us!" cuts in Georg. I mentally take note to thank him later. She looks guilty. "I'd love to, but I can't get out of this one."
I truly hope my disappointment's not showing. "How about tomorrow?"
"I'll be at your concert tomorrow!"
Suddenly I feel super-duper dumb. "Oh, right. I'd forgotten about that."
She glances towards her friends a few meters away who are already getting ready to leave. "You're nice." she says to us. "I'll go now. See you tomorrow."

With that said, she turns to go. I panick. I grab her arm. She stiffens. I mentally curse myself. "What's your name?" She hits her forehead lightly, "Oh! I'm Tori Rain." I mockingly shake her hand, "Bill Kaulitz Trumper." She laughs.

"BILL!"
Tom appears. "Hey, who's the pretty miss?", asks he, giving Tori a once-over. "I'm Tori," she introduces herself.
"She helped us with the corn." I explain.
"Tori... So, you'll be there at our concert tomorrow?', Tom starts completely ignoring me. "Who isn't?" comes the reply.

Tom casually takes her hand in his and says, "You want backstage access? I've got a pass right here with me." Tori visibly blushes, "I already have one," she replies, a shy smile betraying her. "But thanks anyway." She gently tugs her hand away. Why do I feel like strangling someone?

"That's good," Tom says. "We'll meet you there?" "Sure," is Tori's reply. she turns to me and Gustav, "Nice meetinmg you guys."
She looks at me. " God, you look just as beautiful without the make-up!"
I feel my face heat up. I ignore the femininity of the noun used. She thinks I'm good to look at!

"Glad you think so." I muster up my best smile. I can feel Tom glaring a whole into my head.

She smiles back. "Okay. Nice meeting you guys. I should really get going."

With that, we bid her farewell. Tom and I stare at her retreating figure.

"Now, that's something!"

I glare at Tom. "She's nice, Tom. don't toy with her."
My brother raises his hands defensively.
"Who says I'm gonna toy with her?"

I have met Tori only for a few minutes and I don't even know her, but I definitely do not like the idea of her getting hurt.

I sigh.

Why am I getting so serious?

We may not even see her again.

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A.N:[u][b] How was it? please tell me. The next chapter will have more romance. I'll try to post it as soon as possible. Please, review![/u][/b]