Random little story I thought of. It's a little bit of a memoir at the beginning, but then turns into something absolutely crazy! :) No twincest, no band/OC. Just Kaulitz-licious-ness. Also, do you recognize the song I got the title from? Yeah, the BEST FLIPPING TH SONG EVER! "Reden".
Disclaimer: The only thing I own are two albums. Sooo...yeah.
Rachel: Love ya darling! BILL FOREVAH!
R&R!
"Isn't he super hawt?" my friend Rachel asked, leaning over to kiss the poster.
"Ewww, no way!" Anna crinkled her noise disdainfully, "He looks like a woman!"
"He does not!" I said, smacking Anna from my place on the floor next to her.
"Thank you, Jane," Rachel said. She was sitting on her bed, leaning against her wall, which was plastered in posters of one specific singer: Bill Kaulitz. Anna and I were on the floor, in our sleeping bags, playing a random card game. Rachel grabbed her hairbrush, and cranked her music. She jumped around on the bed, while I stood and did some head-banging.
"Hallo, Du stehst in meinder Tür.
Es ist sonst niemand hier, ausser Dir und mir.
Okay, Komm doch erstmal rein,
der Rest geht von allein.
In Zimmer 483.
Hier drinnen, ist niemals richtig Tag.
Das Licht kommt aus der Minibar.
Und morgens wirds hier auch nicht hell,
Wilkommen im Hotel.
Wir wollten nur reden,
Und jetzt liegst du hier.
Und ich lieg daneben, Reden, Reden."
"I love this song!" I shouted over the music. Bill sang loudly from the stereo as we danced around, shrieking the lyrics.
Rachel's parents were out of town, and they trusted the three of us not to kill or kidnap anyone in their absence. We were sixteen after all.
"I have an amazing idea!" Rachel squealed. "Jane, lay upside down on my bed...Anna go get every can of hairspray you can find! And open a window!" Nervously, I followed her instructions. When Anna returned with the hairspray, Rachel attacked my blond hair rabidly.
"Alright, that's enough," Anna coughed, yanking the window open. "She looks just like the poster!" I sat up, and trotted to Rachel's vanity. My once flat-as-a-board hair stood on end, just like Bill Kaulitz's! I grabbed the black eyeliner and added some of it to my face, followed by gray eyeshadow and mascara. I could hear Anna attacking Rachel with the hairspray behind me. After Rachel and I were turned into 16 year old Bill-itas, we got down to straightening Anna's frizzy brown hair.
"Georg?" I asked, Rachel nodded. Anna looked worried as we straightened and sprayed until she had a sheet of glossy brown hair. She kind of looked like the female version of the base player, Georg.
"Let's go outside and take pictures under our porch light!" Rachel suggested. Anna and I jumped up, grabbing leather jackets with faux fur linings.
Once outside on Rachel's expansive deck, we struck random poses under our 'spotlight' while the other two members of the 'band' took pictures. We all wore really random costumes, black skinny jeans, black boots, leather, and white "TOKIO HOTEL" concert t-shirts.
"Look a shooting star!" I shrieked, pointing upwards. Streaks of white and blue scattered across the sky. "A meteor shower."
"I wish I could meet Tom Kaulitz!" Anna sighed. (HA! I knew she thought he was hot!)
"I wish I could meet Bill Kaulitz!" Rachel and I said in tandem. We laughed at each other, before stumbling upstairs to go to bed...or drink more soda. We chose the latter.
We talked and listened to music until around 2am...then we heard the obnoxious ringing of the doorbell.
"Who could that be?" I yawned.
"I have no idea," Anna sighed.
"Do you think..." Rachel trailed off. We looked at each other wide-eyed, before sprinting down the stairs. We composed ourselves before opening the door. No one was there.
"We just fell for a ding-dong-ditch," Rachel complained, stomping her foot like an angered child.
"Yeah, majorly...and we thought it was a German pop band too," I said, before snickering. Rachel giggled, then Anna joined, soon we were rolling around in front of the open door. Rachel stood, wiped the tears from her eyes, and closed the door. We had taken only four steps back towards her room, when we heard the doorbell ring a second time.
"I'm not falling for it again," Rachel said, crossing her arms.
"Me neither," Anna said, copying Rachel's actions.
"Alright," I turned to take another step towards Rachel's room, when I heard someone speaking on the other side of the door.
"Ist jemand zu Hause?" one voice asked. (Is anyone home)
"Englisch sprechen, dumm," a second one snapped. (Speak English, stupid)
"Right, is anyone home?" the voice called. Three sets of jaws dropped as we raced back and flung open the door. Rachel and I swayed on our feet. One of the two dark figures stepped forward to steady me.
"We're a little lost," he confessed. Anna, Rachel, and I stood dumbstruck.
"I didn't think the cosplay extravaganza was until next Saturday," I whispered to Anna.
"It's not," Rachel said, "I have tickets."
"Then that means..." we turned to face the two nervous popstars.
"Are you really Bill and Tom?" Anna asked. They looked at each other and nodded. Rachel passed out.