Disclaimer: I do not own tokio hotel but they areazing anyway.

The first time we touched.

Jayla's P.O.V.

It hadn't really hit me that I would be graduating in less then a week and I would be free woman. Maybe it was because I was so nervous to be on my own I didn't want to let go of home. When I went off to college I wouldn't be able to see them everyday. Well, if I ever get accepted that is. I knew I would eventually. I was a straight A student and I was going to be the only valedictorian of my school, and at my school, that was hard work. My school is called East Gifted Academy. The academy itself is hard to get into, but to get straight A's, even harder. Most of the kids in my school made fun of me, calling me a know-it-all and such.

Now most people when they hear of me tend to think I'm some stuck-up prep, but they are so wrong. I couldn't be more opposite. I am definitely the "black sheep" of my family. Though all my older sisters were valedictorians also, they were all like most people who have never seen me think I am. They were all blond with big blue eyes and the epitome of preps. Now I, on the other hand, am the complete opposite. I'm a natural blond, but I dye it black with blue streaks. I have big blue eyes, but they are always surrounded by heavy black eyeliner. And very unlike my sisters I hate all the prep wanna-be-rockstar people like; Miley Cyrus, the Jonas Brothers, Avril Lavigne, and so on. My favorite band is Tokio Hotel. A lot of people say that I just like them because they're really famous, but that is so not true.

They have been my favorite band since 2005, when they released they released their first single in Germany "Durch den Monsun". I loved them ever since that song. My teenage years have all been spent obsessing over that band. I know almost everything about them, whether it's true or not. Yes, it is a little sad, but hey, I love them. They were my first concert ever, August 15th, 2008 at the House of Blues in Chicago, Illinois. I was in the front row, because I had waited in line since 7 o'clock in the morning, with my best friend and twin sister, for them to let us inside. I stood in line for a good twelve hours, never once regretting my decision. I say this because I had to sneak out to go to the concert. I was in a boat load of trouble when I got home, and so was Kayla, but it didn't matter to me, I got to see him.

It's true; I am a bit in love with Bill Kaulitz. When that glorious day happened and he touched my hand, I forgot how to breathe. My best friend, Elaina, had to shake me to get me to breathe again. Most people think that I'm some insane fangirl, but it's really not like that. When I felt his touch, I could feel the spark. I wasn't really sure if he felt it too, but he seemed perplexed when our skin met. Maybe he was just wondering why I was so cold when I should be sweating from the mass number of people. The truth is that when I get really anxious I get extremely cold and clammy.

He also looked at me oddly when I was in the line to get my CD signed. Kayla told me it was because he was confused about how my face could be so ugly, until I reminded her that we looked exactly the same. She too is a "black sheep". She's not a valedictorian though, because she had a little trouble in calculus this year. Her hair is like mine, but she has green streaks instead of blue. You could say we're into the whole "twin thing". You know, doing stuff like dressing alike, except in different colors. The only difference is our personalities. She is very shy and sweet and kind. I, on the other hand, am very loud and overzealous and opinionated. So, that's about the only difference. She also has a little puppy-dog crush on Gustav. It's so cute because I know that if they ever really met they would look in each other's eyes and know they were meant to be together.

Kayla and Elaina were sitting in the corner of my garage obsessing over a new song I had just written. The other member of our band, Anyssia, was sitting over at her drum set, trying out a new rhythm. Yes, I am in a band. Run, Forrest, Run! is my pride and joy. We are an alternative band; heavily influenced my Tokio Hotel, Paramore, Depeche Mode, and Kisschasy. We are very unique because we use a synthesizer, but it sounds completely different then any other bands. We have done multiple gigs in Rockford and surrounding towns, playing in amateur festivals and juice bar gigs. We are pretty big on myspace too, having 3,000 + fans. However, we haven't gotten signed. I think it's because producers are scared that our band will fail with our new sound and they won't make any money.

My phone started shouting at me in my pocket. The familiar anthem of Tokio Hotel's "Hilf Mir Fliegen" filled the garage, grabbing all my band-mate's attention. I pulled the phone out and flipped it open.

"Hello?" I answered, trying to keep my voice even.

"Hello, may I ask who I am speaking to," a voice returned. I was internally having a panic attack. I knew who this was; it was David Jost, one of Tokio Hotel's managers.

"You are speaking to Jayla Holland from Run, Forrest, Run!, may I ask the same question?" I already knew who it was, but I didn't want to be rude.

"I'm sorry, I should have introduced myself, I'm David Jost, a manager of Tokio Hotel."

"Hello David, why are you calling this number?"

"You are very good at keeping your excitement on the inside Jayla, I'm aware that you know what this call means."

"We got the gig?"

"Yes."

"Seriously? We're not on some stupid game show are we?"

"Of course not, would you like to speak to one of the boys yourself as proof?"

"I believe you," my voice cracked. I had chickened out, I couldn't just strike up a conversation with a member of Tokio Hotel, that would take multiple rehearsals.

"Well then, I will call you soon with more details about your tour invitation. You have a nice day now."

"Thank you," I cried, wiping a tear from my eye.

I slammed my phone closed, not waiting for his final goodbye.

Everyone was staring at me, their countenances perplexed. I was so blithe I couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

The last words I said before dropping to the floor were, "I'm going to go on tour with him."