This is my first ever fanfic, so please be nice! If you have something negative to say, I welcome it, as long as you say it nicely and constructively so that I don't lose heart to write more stories!
I'm writing this off the top of my head, after drinking a few cups of coffee, so I don't really know where this story is headed, but hopefully it will still be interesting!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokio Hotel. But I will, soon… *EyeTwitch*

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Bill poured himself another cup of coffee and jumped up on the couch, tucking his knees in. He sipped his coffee and rested it on his knees, keeping his eyes wide on the television, pumping the volume louder.
There was a loud bang on the door. Bill muted the television.

"Bill!" Tom's muffled voice shouted from the other side of Bill's hotel room door. "Shut your damn T.V off and go to sleep; it's 4a.m already! We have a concert tomor-" He paused and corrected himself. "TODAY!" He yelled, banging on the door again.

"Sorry, mom." He rolled his eyes and sipped his coffee again. He turned the T.V off, and after hearing the retreat of Tom's footsteps, he then walked over to the stereo. He put his hair brush near his mouth as a microphone and jumped in front of the mirror.

"Ready, set, go, it's time to runnnn!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He screamed through almost half of the English album, until…

"BILL!" There was a bang on the door again. "BILL, I SWEAR TO GOD, IF I HAVE EYE BAGS TOMORROW, I WILL DRIVE THE TOUR BUS OVER YOU AND YOUR PORCUPINE HAIR AND HIDE YOUR DAMN EYELINER AWAY FROM YOU!"

Bill paused the music. "But Tooom~!" He whined. "I'm practicing!"

"BULLSHIT! YOU KNOW THE SONGS DAMN WELL, YOU DON'T NEED PRACTISE AT ALL!"

"Why, thank you," Bill grinned.

"Open the door!" Tom banged on the door again.

Bill crept over to the door and unlocked it, but kept the door closed. "It's open!" He muffled his giggle with his hand, and ran away from the door. "Come inside~!"

Tom opened the door and stepped inside. Mug stains everywhere, the smell of coffee wafted through the air. He looked around. Bill was nowhere to be seen.

"Err…Bill?" His voiced echoed through the silent room.

Then there was a snort of suppressed laughter somewhere, and Bill clicked a button on a remote.

The stereo suddenly played on full blast again, out of nowhere. "SCREEAAM!!! SCREAM IT OUT LOUD!!!" It screamed.

Tom jumped back and screamed it out loud. Then he heard Bill's laughter that he no longer cared to suppress.

Tom growled and composed himself. No one fools Tom. Especially when he's tired and angry. No one.

"WHERE ARE YOU, BILL?! DAMMIT!" He growled. He stalked over to the cupboard doors and opened it.

"BOOOOO!" Bill jumped out, his hands stretched out like claws, eyes wide, hair puffed and still spiky.

Tom jumped back in surprise. "AAAAAAAGGHHARRRRRGGGHHH!" It was a high-pitched scream that morphed into a low, menacing growl, which, to Bill, just sounded so retarded that he laughed so hard, he had to hold onto his stomach.

"Scared you!" He shrieked between his laughter. "Twice!"

Tom stood there, arms crossed in all seriousness, staring at Bill with an I'm-not-joking expression.

"Just you wait…" Tom growled through clenched teeth. "Just you wait…'till I get back at you,"

"Why so serious, Tom? I'm just playing!"

Tom composed himself, and put a false type of friendliness to his voice. "Okay. You're just playing. I forgive you." He smiled, but as he turned towards the door, it turned into an evil smirk.

"Just you wait…" He mumbled again. He walked out the door and turned the lights off, out of habit. He didn't realize, since he was already planning his revenge. Then after a moment…

"Tooom~!" Bill's voice sounded through the door. " Why did you turn the lights off? Toooooom~!" Bill complained. "It's so dark…" He whispered to the darkness.

It didn't matter, because Tom was already at his own hotel room, ignoring Bill as best as he could.

"Hey! Did you steal my coffee mug?" Bill yelled.

There was no reply.

"Hello, darkness, my old friennnnd!" Bill began to sing to the darkness, his old friend.

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A/N: I welcome constructive criticism! Tell me what you think, even if you didn't bother reading the whole thing. (:

More chapters to come soon. I update faster if I'm encouraged. :p *HintHint*