Full sum: Victoria knew Tom, Bill, Georg, and Gustav before they were famous. When she left Germany they all promised each other to never forget her. She comes back three years later to keep her promise only to find that they just might have forgotten. Can she make them remember? Or will she have to let them go?

This is my first story so it might be bad. :P But I hope you like it!

Thanks sooooo much to my friend becky for improving it! Who also has a much better story called, "Ich Liebe dich, Psycho." You should go read it. It isn't at all like the other "we met at a concert and fell in love" TH stories. :)

Let go

Chapter one

I wont forget, will you?

A twelve-year-old girl with shoulder length black hair in two pigtails hugged a boy with black hair and brown eyes.

"I'm going to miss you, Bill!" Her gray eyes filled with tears as she said this. He looked at her sadly.

"I'm going to really miss you too. But we'll see each other again one day, right?!" He said now with a huge smile on his face. This cheered the girl up a bit.

"Right!" She got a determined look on her face, "I'm definitely seeing you all again one day! Even if I have to come back to Germany and track you guys down!" All five of them laughed. She went up to a boy with dreadlocks and the same brown eyes as Bill and hugged him.

"I wish you didn't have to leave." He said. She pulled away.

"Me too. Bye Tom!" He stepped back.

"Bye, Victoria."

She hugged another boy with long brown hair. "Bye, Georg!" He said goodbye back. And lastly she hugged a boy with short blond hair. "Bye Gusti! I'll miss you."

She walked towards the security line at the airport but stopped to look back at the boys with a sad smile. "You guys will never forget me, right?" They all shook their head no.

"Of course not!" Bill yelled. The three other boys immediately agreed.

"Okay! Then I'll definitely never forget you." She smiled and kept walking.

THREE YEARS LATER

A 15 year old girl with curly black hair that reached the mid of her back begged her mom once more.

"Mom, please let me go! Please!"

I had been bugging my mom for a few days now to let me go back to Germany. "I really want to go back to Germany!" I was born in America and moved to Germany when I was nine, which was where I had met Bill and the others. Sadly I had to move back to America when I was twelve because of my dad's job. But I had Promised I would go to Germany and track them down if I had to.I daydreamed about going there and seeing everyone for the first time in three years but my mom shattered the moment by giving me a stern "No." I gasped at her with fake horror.

"But it would be a new experience, a cultural experience!" She thought about it.

"You have already lived there for three years." I smacked myself in the head.

"But I want to go back. Pleeeaaassee!" She got a look of annoyance on her face.

"... Okay, I'll talk to your father about it." I jumped up and hugged my mom.

"Thank you so much mom!" She smiled.

She walked into the living room, cell phone in hand, to call my dad for a few nerve-racking minutes. When she came back she said, "Your father said yes. You're going to Germany next week." I jumped up and hugged her. "Thank you so much mom!"

The moment was shattered when I realized something. How am I supposed to find Tom and Bill? I hardly doubt they go to the same school or live at the same house.

Crap! I thought to myself.

I sat down and thought about it for a few minutes before coming to a conclusion

"I know! I'll just forget about it for now." With that said, I continued to do my happy dance and dreamed of Germany.

One week later.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I turned it off and got out of bed, grabbed my toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo and conditioner,going into my bathroom to take a quick shower. While I brushed my teeth, I thought of what was going to happen today, quickening the process. When I was done I got dressed in a pair of baggy blue jeans and a gray T-shirt. I put my black hair up into a ponytail and ran down stairs to have a quick breakfast. After breakfast I grabbed all of my bags put them in the trunk of my mom's car, heading to the airport.

My parents stayed with me as long as they possibly could, but it was time for me to leave so I hugged my mom and dad for the last time and left them.

I went through airline security, where I was sure the woman thought I was going to try bombing the place because she kept on giving me suspicious looks. When she was sure I didn't have any hidden weapons or bombs, she finally let me go, but not before giving me the, "I'm watching you" sign.

I sat down at the airport terminal until my flight was called. When everyone was loading onto the plane I took a window seat and waited till we were finally taking off.

I stared at the clouds we were flying over and pulled out my MP3 and set it to shuffle. While I listened to the music I fell asleep until a flight attendant woke me up telling me we had landed. I continued this same routine until I finally arrived in Germany.

I got my bags as quickly as I possibly could and walked out of the airport trying to find the woman who I was going to be living with while here. I finally found her after a few minutes of frantic searching. Her chocolate brown hair was shoulder length. She also had light brown eyes. Standing next to her was a girl my age that had short choppy red dyed hair and blue eyes. Her hair wasn't annoyingly bright, but it wasn't too dark either. She was wearing a blue tank top and a blue checker skirt.

I walked up to them. "Hello, I'm Victoria, are you Jessica Allen?" I asked the woman. She smiled and responded with a polite "yes." I then turned to the other girl and introduced myself.

Mrs. Allen opened the trunk of her car. I was able to put one of my bags in but stared in defeat at the stuffed trunk when I still had four bags left.

"Uh, maybe I shouldn't have packed so many clothes." Saphire said while smiling sheepishly. I managed to put them somewhere and got in the car.

"This is just sad." I said. My bags were now packed on top each other on one side of the car while Saphire and me were squished on the other side.

"I'm scared." Saphire said while eyeing the bag at the top that wobbled while the car drove.

I stared at it with wide eyes. "Me too."

We got to the house and I sighed as the car came to a stop now knowing that we were safe from a luggage avalanche. That was until Mrs. Allen slammed the door and it all came crashing down on us. But thankfully we made it out with only minor wounds.

I examined the house. It was white with a wrap around porch. There was a tall fence around the backyard and there were two trees in the front yard with some flowers here and there.

Mrs. Allen unlocked the front door. I walked inside the house and looked it over. To the left was a tan dining room with a dark wooden table and chairs. The floor was dark brown wood and there was a light tan rug in the middle of the room. There were three windows facing the outside letting sun light spill in. To the right was another room with open French glass doors.

The walls were plain white with pictures hanging up and there were also three large windows facing the outside. The room had a few brown lounge chairs and a bookshelf. Ahead of me was a large wide hallway painted in a blue-ish gray color. It opened up to a large living room painted the same blue-ish gray color. The carpet was white and the sofa was black. The coffee table was glass. To the left was the kitchen. It was painted a coffee brown color with black counter tops and white tile flooring.

We walked into the living room and turned left to see stairs going up to the second floor. Mrs. Allen led us upstairs to two bedrooms side by side.

"Here are your rooms. Sorry but you two will have to share this room, I didn't get everything out of the other room in time." She said with an apologetic look on her face.

"That's okay, I don't mind sharing a room." Saphire said. I nodded in agreement and we walked into our room and looked around. The walls were dark blue and the carpet was white. There was a black twin size bed on the left. The sheets were white with red cherry blossom designs and a black bed on the other side of the room with the same design, but with black sheets. There was also a black dresser with a mirror and a black table by the bed. Lastly there was a black desk. I put my clothes away and explored the house until Mrs. Allen said dinner was ready.

After dinner I watched some TV with Saphire and then we went to bed.