HAHA!
YAAY!
Hannah gets to add in people that aren't in Tokio Hotel!
WOOT WOOT! Reviews please! also, the name is subject to change.
If you have something better, please let us know!
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(yes that is a smily face, no thats not a typo, its Edward Cullens crooked grin, cant ya see it?)
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"This is going to work right?" Tom Kaulitz asked as he walked up a driveway at a nice house in a suburb of Oakland California.
The house had a gate on it, but Georg seemed to have known a trick to run a magnet over the key pad or something to do with a bobby pin and got the thing to open.
"It'll be fine." Gustav said nodding.
Tom just nodded, remembering what got him here.
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Tom's flashback.
"I CAN HAVE MY OWN LIFE BILL!" Tom screamed at his younger brother.
"ALL I AM ASKING IS TO SLOW DOWN A BIT! I WANT MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER SAFE! IM AFRAID THEY ARE GOING TO GET HURT! I WANT TO GET MARRIED! I CAN'T DO THAT IF WE GO ON A WORLD TOUR FOR A YEAR AND A HALF!"
"HOW IS IT GOING TO PUT MOM AND DAD IN DANGER!?" Tom screamed back.
Georg and Gustav were watching this, such a fight had broken out like this before, but not this bad. Not this loud, and not this harsh.
They were at the MTV music awards, people were watching the two scream. Even a few cameras.
No one knew what they were saying because of it being an English speaking country.
Not many people in Hollywood spoke German.
"Dude, their worse then when Benji and Joel go at it." A man with short cut brown hair said to Georg.
Georg nodded. "When they were children they used to come at each other with frying pans…or so I've been told." He said.
The man named Dean Butterworth let out a laugh.
"YOU ARE SUCH A FREAKING ASS! IF WE WERE NOT IN A PUBLIC PLACE RIGHT NOW I WOULD BEAT YOU TO A PULP." Bill screamed.
"Well that's new." Gustav muttered, still not realizing that he was talking in German.
"Yo." A guy with shaggy black hair said as he plopped down next to Georg, Gustav and the Good Charlotte drummer.
He had a bag of pop corn in his hands.
"Good show?" the man asked. "Oh, I'm Gerard, Gerard Way, don't think we've met." He smiled at Georg and shook his hand.
"Georg Listing." He nodded and shook the man's buttery hand.
"Gustav Schafer." Gustav said in turn, still looking at the twins.
"What are they fighting about?" Gerard asked.
"Umm…we're not sure. Something about Tom – " Georg pointed to Him "Doing something stupid and getting their mother and step dad in danger."
"And Tom thinks Bill – " Georg pointed to him "Is over reacting."
"But that's only what they are screaming, who knows what's going on and what they are saying in Secret twin talk." Gustav rolled his eyes.
Gustav was right, things had been brewing under the skin for quite some time, weeks and weeks of stressed silence.
The screaming got to a very loud pitch; at the same time they screamed "SOME TIMES I WISH I WAS AN ONLY CHILD!"
There was silence for a moment as Bill tapped his foot on the ground and Tom gritted his teeth, "AT LEAST WE ARE ON THE SAME PAGE!" Tom screamed as he stormed off.
Bill let out an unearthly scream.
"YOU FREAKING BASTARD! YOU ARNT WORTH THE SPACE YOU TAKE UP!" he screamed at a very high pitch before he stormed off in the different direction.
~*~
DANKE SCHON!" the whole band shouted.
"As always! Thanks so much to the fans! It really is because of you!" Bill waited with that same smile that had captured the hearts of millions as the crowed clapped. "Thank you!" Bill yelled.
Tom scowled as he sat back down, award in Gustav's hand.
He was just too mad; if he never saw his twin brother again it wouldn't matter to him.
TBC