A/N: Hey guys! I hope you guys like the story! I've tried to make it as realistic as possible - so for all you die hard Tokio Hotel fans, yes, I have done my research. Please review! I won't bite :) I would just like to know what you guys think about it and what you guys reckon will happen - feedback is always helpful! Thanks, hope you all enjoy! (It's been keeping me up 'till 2am so it better be good.)

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"Damnit Evie, this club is packed! I thought you said it was low key?"

"This is low key, look, no papparazzi."

That was true, but what if people recognized me here? The media would be here in a flash. I hated being in the spotlight so much, especially with the insane rumours that people claiming to be my 'close friends' were spreading.

"Look, Rachel, why don't we have fun for just one night? Forget the media, forget your fans, know what? Just forget that you're famous for just one night, Please?"

"Fine but if someone does notice me, we're outta here. Ok?" I felt I owed it to Evie, I felt bad that she had to be my best friend and I wasn't able to do 'normal people' things anymore. She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the bar. I sat on a stool and faced the throbbing club, everyone so tightly packed next to one another, dancing to music from forever ago. "Here you go." Evie handed me a shot glass, "Here's to having fun!" She clinked here glass with mine and we both downed the foul drink in seconds. "Woo! Let's party!" No way she could be drunk already. She ran onto the dance floor and was dancing with a tall blonde in seconds. "How does she do it?" I asked myself. Her blonde curls were swaying with the music and he had his arms wrapped around her. "I guess blondes really do have all the fun..."

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"I can have any girl I want here." Tom boasted.

"Bullshit." Georg muttered.

"Hey, I'm Tom Kauitz, who wouldn't wanna be with me?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

"You're just jealous 'cause you have a girlfriend and I'm a bachelor and the ladies love me."

"I think that you're confusing yourself with ladies. You love yourself, Tom, not the ladies."

"Okay, point to anyone in here and I bet you I can have their number in five minutes."

"Way too easy. You have to get them to go back to your hotel room with you." Georg smiled.

"Deal."

"Five hundred bucks."

"Be ready to lose five hundred bucks, Hobbit. Okay pick a girl."

"What about her?" Georg pointed to a straight haired brunette in a purple dress dancing with a red headed guy.

"Too easy but whatever."

"You are very cocky, my friend."

"Watch and learn." Tom set down his drink, straightened his shirt and made his way over to her.

"What's he doing?" Bill asked.

"He thinks he can get her back to his hotel room.."

"Why?"

"'Cause he bet that he could have any girl in here."

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Josh, I think his name was, was an ok dancer, nothing exciting or fun, just 'ok'. He wasn't one for conversation either and he actually asked me if I was enjoying the weather. The weather?! Of all things, why the weather? I just wanted to dance, that's why I was here, not to listen to some loser. "Do you wanna dance?" some guy whispered in my ear. I turned around to find myself face to face with Tom Kaulitz.

"No, thanks."

"Playing hard to get are we?"

"No, I just don't wanna dance with you."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Please tell me you did not just play the 'I'm a celebrity' card."

"Well, then why won't you dance with me?"

God, this guy didn't quit. I apologized to Josh and thanked him for the dance, out of politeness, and then turned back to Tom. "What do you want?"

"I want to dance with you."

"Why?"

"Um, just because?"

I decided to try and find Evie, it wouldn't be too hard, you could see her dress from a mile away. "But I don't want to dance with you."

"Why?"

"Um, just because?" I mimicked him.

"Come on."

"Ok, I'm married."

"Bullshit, you're what? Twenty? Nineteen? You can't be married."

"I'm gay."

"But you were dancing with that guy..."

"Fine, I'm pregnant."

"You suck at lying."

"I'm a nun. God is the only man for me."

"You're too pretty to be a nun. And what kind of nun goes to clubs?"

"Undercover, lesbian nuns do."

"Undercover lesbian nuns? Please tell me that's not the best you've got." Damn it this guy was hopeless.

"Just one dance." he pleaded.

"Hm, just one word: No." I spotted Evie talking in the corner with the blonde from before. "Evie!"

"Rachel! Hi! Meet Jake." she smiled in the direction of the blonde but then gasped when she caught sight of Tom Kaulitz.

"Rachel, did you know that Tom Kaulitz was here?"

"Um, yes, actually. He's been asking me to dance with him for the last few minutes."

"And you two aren't dancing... Because?"

"I don't want to dance with him. He's so frickin' up himself."

"Come on!"

"No."

"Hmph. Fine then. I'm gonna go talk to him."

"Be my guest." So while Evie went to make a fool of hersef, I returned to the bar. No drinks though, I didn't want a headache tomorrow morning. I had to be up at nine and at the studio by nine-thirty. Shit! I hadn't even rehearsed my lines. Oh well.

"You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?" Argh! Tom, again. Why wouldn't he just leave me alone?

"No, I was hoping that you would get the message without me needing to keep explaining it to you, again."

"What message?"

"I'm not gonna dance with you, so you may aswell just move on to someone with a shorter skirt and no self respect."

"But I'm Tom Kaulitz!"

Why did he think that his stupid title would get him everything?

"And I'm not interested! Dance with yourself. Leave me alone." Just then I got a text from Evie: Come to the other side of the bar :) I found someone really hot!!! :)

Oh good God. I hopped off the stool and maneuvered my way to the opposite end of the bar, Tom Kaulitz trailing behind me. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to find my friend."

"The blonde? Oh, she seems really nice. Nicer than you."

"Well then, dance with her."

"Nah, she wanted to meet-" he stopped mid-sentence because that's when I saw Evie, laughing with Bill Kaulitz.

"Oh, hi Rachel! Look! It's Bill Kaulitz!"

I didn't mind Bill, in fact he was my favourite member in Tokio Hotel. I just didn't care much for his egotistical older twin. "Hi, I'm Rachel." I held out my hand. He took my hand and pulled me into a hug. "You only shake hands with strangers," he smiled, "and I've heard so much about you from Evie, I think I know you my whole life." Um, how long had they been talking? His english was good but who coud help making those little mistakes? I smiled, his mohawk looked amazing, I think he caught me staring 'cause he said "You can touch it if you want." I stretched out my hand and touched his hair it felt a bit rough (probably from the hairspray) but otherwise it was just as amazing as you'd imagine. "You can touch my hair." Tom offered.

"Um, no, thanks." I didn't really like his cornrows, they looked weird. Just then a bright flash went off, followed by a few more and then I was surrounded by cameras and fans. "Rachel! Rachel! Do you wanna explain what happened last week?"

"Rachel! Are the rumors true?"

"Rachel! Can I have your autograph?"

"Rachel! Have you been drinking?"

"Rachel! I love you!"

I was being mobbed with millions of questions and at one point I couldn't even see because of all the flashes. "Rachel! Are you and Tom Kaulitz gonna hook up?" That one question set the rest of them off, suddenly people noticed Tokio Hotel behind me and Tom standing unusually close for someone I had just met. "Rachel! How well do you know Tom?"

"Are you and Tom together? How long have you known each other?"

"Rachel! Give us a kiss!"

"Rachel! Are you friends with Tokio Hotel?" I was so thankful when Bill called his bodyguards, they helped me push past the paparazzi and get out of the club. Outside wasn't any better but I saw taxis parked all up the street - my way out. "Do you wanna come back with us?" Tom asked me.

"No thanks, I have to be somewhere tomorrow morning."

"Come on, we're just staying up there." He pointed to a cream colored hotel.

"I said no thanks."

"Fine." He seemed disappointed.

"Rachel!" I turned to find Evie jogging up to me, damn, in those heels it must have been painful.

"Hey?"

"Look, Bill invited me back to their hotel room, do you mind if I go?"

"No, go, have fun. You deserve it." I smiled.

"Thanks!"

"Oh, and could you say thanks to Bill for the bodyguards? They were a big help."

"Yeah, sure! See you later!" She skipped off with a huge grin plastered on her face.

I hopped into the nearest taxi, gave my address and forced my heels off. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the taxi driver staring at me, "Where have I seen you before?" Aw God. Not the taxi driver too!

"Huh?" I was trying to play dumb and looked at my heels as though they were the most fascinating things on the planet.

"You just look a lot like that girl on tv..."

"Tv? Oh, no I suck at acting. Nah, that's not me."

"Oh. Ok." He sounded disappointed that he didn't have a celebrity in his car. At least he didn't bother to ask any more questions or make conversation with me, I don't think I could've handled that.