-"Please don't do this" Tom begged, his eyes threatening to overflow "Bill, I love you. Please"
-Bill only faced him, a single tear running down his cheek. His beautiful brown eyes glazed with pain and the bags under them still prominent under all of his dark makeup.
-"I'm sorry, Tom" was all he said
-"Please, Bill, PLEASE! I can't live without you!" In Tom's identical chocolate brown eyes the image of his brother blurred as the tears ran freely down his face "I need you, Billa… please don't jump"
-"I love you, Tomi, and I always will" Bill breathed watching as realization and horror washed over his brother's face
-"No, Bill, no!"
-Bill closed his eyes feeling the empty air around him, and leaned backwards…
~Tokio~`*`~Hotel~
~One Year Prior~
~Tokio~`*`~Hotel~
R.p.o.v. (Rebecca's point of view)
-"Rebecca!" the voice called "Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca, Becky, Becka, B, REBECCAA!" The voice got louder and louder as it ran up the stairs and practically flew through the air belly flopping me "Get up, get up, get up!"
-"mmhmmm" was all that I could manage
-"Don't mhmm me! GET UP! I have very very important news!" She ripped the covers from my twin sized bed
-"Go away Sydney" I groaned covering my head with the pillow
-"Wow, I see how much you love you best friend ever. I guess you won't get to go with me then" She sighed melodramatically "And your parents are gone and everything" she sighed again "And I'll just have to go all by myself… to bad, I was really looking forward to going to a free concert with my best friend" she sat on the side of my bed
I sat up glaring at her. She interrupted my traditional Saturday 'sleep-in-till-three' tradition. Sydney blinked at me with huge hazel eyes in a puppy pout that worked for her only too well. I rolled my eyes.
-"What concert?" I sighed and she squealed with excitement
-"Tokio Hotel is coming to this town, at the stadium where Bon Jovi played that one time!" He was bouncing with excitement "And once again I got us tickets!" Her burnet pixy cut should be blonde
-"Who?" I blinked glancing longingly at my once warm pile of blankets on the floor… loosing all heat…
Sydney always gets the first tickets she can, no matter who it is. She wants so see everything. I can't say I blame her; we live in a boring crappy city called Ridgeburg. Nothing ever happens here. Except about a billion years ago some guy impersonating Bon Jovi sang here, we went anyway of course. But Sydney has her whole life planed out. She wants to finish high school, go to an Ivy League collage and study music or something. Become a famous record producer, manager, or even whatever it is Pares Hilton does. Me on the other hand, I don't even know what I'm doing eating for breakfast.
-"I have no idea! Never heard of them before in my life!" She seemed just as excited about this Asian sounding band as a crazed fangirl. "But look" She shoved a poster in my face and I swatted it away
-"You know I can't see anything until I get my contacts in" I complained dragging myself to the bathroom, the clock said 11:37
I washed my face in water thankful I took a shower the night before, and stumbled for my contacts. I poked myself in the eye a good three times before I got them in successfully. I glared at myself in the mirror. My reddish hair fell in knotted tangles over my shoulders, time for the big guns. I pulled out a brush and ripped the tangles out with all the attitude of an angry bull. I was. I was woken up four hours early for a band I've never heard of before and probably aren't that good, music wise and looks wise. Once my hair was detangled it flowed in shiny waves. I slapped some makeup on my face and sighed, rolling my blue-grey eyes.
-"Ack!" I turned, surprised I didn't see her in the mirror. Sydney was beaming shoving the paper in my face "God, you scare me to death on a daily bases"
-"I try" She smiled still bouncing with excitement
I looked at the paper. Hey, they aren't Asians! They're actually a decent looking group. But they have interesting looks. Not like I should judge since one of my favorite artists is Lady Gaga. The one in front had a huge puffball hairdo, wore a lot makeup, skinny cloths, a hell of a lot of jewelry, and even had black nail polish. The one on his right had dreads and dressed like a gangster bandana and everything. The two looked kind of alike but not really. The one on puffball's left was more appealing, he had straight brown hair and was dressed like a normal person. The last one stood behind him and looked slightly stoned but was still really attractive, he had short blonde hair and had some serious muscle tone.
-"Why are they called Tokio Hotel? … They spelled Tokyo wrong" I looked at the poser more closely
-"Beats me" Sydney shrugged "but I don't think it's a typo. Oh, best part, guess?" how on earth did she have this much energy? I rolled my hand in the continue motion "They're German! Hawt!" I shook my head walking away
-"You're crazy… breakfast?" I yawned sluggishly dragging myself downstairs
-"Breakfast? Honestly Rebecca? I've already eaten lunch!" She glided past me. She could eat a freaking cow and still be as tiny as a toothpick
-"But, since I am a wonderful friend I made you waffles!" I looked at a plate with toaster waffles on it and powder sugar dusted the counter, I narrowed my eyes
-"You mean you made you're 'lunch' couldn't finish and decided to give it to me?" I asked and she beamed at me
-"Yep… oh and the concert's tonight"
-"What?" I put down the apple juice just in time to not spew it everywhere "How long have you had these tickets?"
-"… Six months" she said sheepishly "I wanted it to be a surprise"
-"God, you're insane" I sighed taking a bite of heavenly toaster waffle
-"I know" she smiled
How have I not known about this band coming to town? Now that I look around I can see posters on almost every inch of every street wall and the amount of people in this city have doubled, more then half of them wearing this Tokio Hotel merchandise. Some even had 'I 3 Tomi 4eva' or 'Bill's my smexy vamp lover' printed on them. I almost puked. And what's with the alien stuff? I see even more shirts with 'I'm an alien' and 'alien+glamberts=3' written on them (I know a glambert is an Adam Lambert fan). As long as they weren't illegal I didn't care. What ever, in a few days they'll be gone and Imay or may not have a new band on my hate list. Though Sydney is thoroughly convinced they're the best band on the planet.
~Tokio~`*`~Hotel~
Gg p.o.v. (Georg's point of view)
-"God *beep* it, Bill!" Tom screamed, a plate broken on the floor
I swapped looks with Gustav our faces mirrored 'not again'. Bill and Tom have been fighting a lot this past few weeks. And by fighting I mean fighting. Bill had to wear extra makeup to hide his black eye, Tom even suffered through wearing some to cover up his bruised jaw. You wouldn't think someone as scrawny as Bill could hit very hard but that boy can pack a punch almost worse then Tom. The fights they would be over the tiniest things like 'where's the TV remote' and somehow escalate to bashing plates over each others heads'. The weird part was it used to be when they had a fight they would be best friends afterwards but now they'll both vanish for hours and hate each other for the rest of the day… then be besties again.
-"Guys!" I shouted "I'm getting sick of you two! Your like an old married couple"
-"Stay out of it!" They both screamed back then turned on each other
-"We have a concert in fifteen minutes" I nodded at Gustav, I grabbed Bill and he grabbed Tom pulling them away from each other
We've never had to do that before. Normally we would watch or leave, unconcerned, but we can't have them going in front of hundreds of people with broken faces.
-"So suck it up and get ready!" I growled pushing Bill in the other direction
Bill and Tom swapped shocked glances and went on like nothing ever happened. Wow, they listened to us? Gustav shrugged at me. It's a strange phenomenon.
-"Where's my eyeliner?" Bill called from the bathroom
-"Check the garbage" Tom called back. Oh-no