Chapter One

Tom Kaulitz sat at the bar of a popular night club in downtown Hollywood. "Coke," he barked at the bartender. The bulky man had a tendency to chatter about shit that Tom could care less about and he didn't feel like putting up with his crap anymore. The drink was handed to him and before the bartender could start talking again, Tom stood up and walked back to the corner booth where Gustav and Georg were sitting, whispering to each other about the hot girls walking by. He sat down and slouched into the seat, intent on staying there.

Suddenly, he bounced up and sunk down farther. Bill, his identical twin was sitting next to him, bouncing up and down, too hyper for his own good.

Unless you looked closely at the twins facial features you couldn't tell they were even related. Tom had long, blonde dreads, while Bill had black, spiky hair. Bill was a feminine creature and all Tom could care about was finding a hot girl to fuck and dump the next day.

"Hey guys!" Bill chirped.

"Someone's in a good mood," Tom replied sourly, downing his drink in one shot.

Bill folded his arms across his chest, "You're just grouchy because I decided I wanted to stay in America for another night."

He was right. Tom usually liked clubs. But, tonight, he just wasn't into it. He'd been in America too long and he was desperate to get back to Germany.

Suddenly, Bill's eyes got huge and he smiled his toothy grin, obviously seeing something he liked.

"Bill?" Tom waved his hand in front of his face.

"Oh my, look at that girl over there, Tomi." Bill breathed, batting his twin brother's hand out of his view.

He was staring at a small, skinny girl, maybe 5 feet tall, with a curly afro on the top of her head wearing a turquoise sundress, bouncing along to the pulse of the music. Tom's eyes darted to the girl that she was dancing with; a blonde, a bit taller than the other with skinny legs wearing the same dress, only in white that complimented her figure. Tom's eyes bulged and his heart sputtered.

"Tomi?" Now it was Bill's turn to wave his hand in his brother's face.

"Stop it." He smacked Bill's hand away, continuing to watch the blonde, who was now walking arm in arm with the short girl toward the bar. They both ordered apple juice and walked to the corner booth on the other side of the club. They sat down with what Tom knew to be the vocalist and guitarist of a popular American band, My Chemical Romance. There was also another girl sitting there; tall, short blonde hair with red streaks in it, really quite busty, sipping on a coke and laughing about something the vocalist had said.

Bill rubbed his hand and watched the girls sit down. "We should go talk to them, Tomi."

Tom looked at his brother incredulously, "Are you crazy?"

"No, you need to date again. You were always in a good mood when you were dating Trina."

"You did not just bring up Trina," Tom glared at Bill.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but seriously," Bill pleaded.

Tom wanted to, but he didn't know whether the blonde girl was dating the guitarist. By the way she was leaning on him and the way he had his arm around her, he could probably guess that they were. Plus, Bill had brought up Trina, reminding him why he didn't date anymore. Most girls he met were gold diggers; one of the downsides to being rich and famous.

"I don't know, Bill, what if she doesn't like me?"

All the boys in the booth snickered and Georg spit out his drink.

"Seriously? Every woman on this planet would kill to get in your pants. This one can't be any different." Georg said, not believing that Tom was being this way. Tom was usually cool around girls.

"True." Tom agreed, "But, what if she ends up being like Trina?"

All three boys grimaced, "I don't think she's like that. I mean, look who she's with, and by the way they're all comfortable around each other, I don't think she's in it for the money, dude." Gustav said quietly. He usually had wise words, and the boys never rejected ideas from him.

"Please, Tomi?" Bill asked, using the expression that Tom always gave in to.

"Ugh, fine." He said as he stood up, waiting for Bill to do the same.

They walked over to the table, Tom's heart beating faster and faster with every step he took. They finally reached the table and the blonde looked up through her eyelashes at Tom. He swore that everyone in the club could hear his heart beating over the pulsing music.

"Hey," she said shyly.

The vocalist at the booth smiled warmly, "How's it going? My name's Gerard. This is Shayla," he pointed to the girl that caught Bill's attention, "Brandy, Frank and Violet." He pointed at the blonde that had Tom's heart on fast forward as he said the last name. "Sit down; we'd enjoy your company."

The twins sat down and introduced themselves.

Tom was barely aware of the conversation going on around him. He couldn't stop staring at the blonde. Every now and then, she would look over at him and when she saw him watching her, she would turn red and look down. After a few minutes of this game, she sat up and grabbed the napkin from under his drink, pulled a pink pen out of her black Prada purse and scribbled something on it. She slid it over to him with a smile that stopped his heart. She had the same piercing on her lip as he did.

'Hey, I'm Violet. I'm free tomorrow. Want to do something?'

There was a phone number below it. He frowned. What about that Frank guy? He took the napkin from under her drink and scribbled his own note back to her.

'What about your boyfriend?'

She laughed a honey sweet laugh, smiled and shook her head. She scribbled furiously and handed the napkin back to him, laughing still.

'Frank? He's not my boyfriend. He's been my best friend for a couple years now. '

His heart jolted and he blushed. He mouthed, "Oh." Tom smiled and tucked the number into the pocket of his oversized pants.

Violet started to lean back on Frank again. This time he noticed that she was slowly drifting to sleep.

Frank smiled down at her, "Okay, time to take sleepy, blonde home for the night." They slowly stood up and turned to say goodbye to the group.

"Hey, later Gee, Violet's tired. I'm gonna take her home." Frank said pulling his keys out of his pocket.

"Later Frank."

Violet leaned on Frank, barely hanging on to consciousness; he grabbed her by the waist, supporting her. They walked out of the club, Tom staring after them, realizing that this girl was different than the all the other ones that he had met. After seeing the way her best friend treated her, he realized that he needed to change the way he treated women if he ever wanted to see Violet again. Bill was right, he should start dating again.