Author's Note: This story is going to be my first multi-chapter on FF! Hoorah! This entire thing was a very vivid dream I had, and ever since it's been gnawing at me, pleading to be shared with everyone. I also had a follow-up dream, so if I actually manage to get this whole thing written down, there's already a sequel lined up ^_^ The title is most likely a work in progress, so it may change a few times before my fickle muse allows me to be satisfied with it. Reviews are appreciated, revered, adored, need I say more?

Xox Valerie

I have always hated our school uniform. Tonight was reminding me why.

"Tom! Would you slow the fuck down?! Jesus, hello? Drunk girl in a skirt? I can't run through cornfields right now!"

"Can't catch me Janine! Can't catch me, I'm too fast for you!" Tom was yelling and giggling. I can honestly say Tom Kaulitz is the second dumbest drunk I know. The absolute dumbest being his twin brother, renowned lightweight Bill Kaulitz. I first met Bill and Tom when they and their friend Gustav transferred to Crosspointe Academy here in Jolly Olde England. My friends and I were asked to show the three of them around the school, seeing as we're the only other Germans here. Tom and I weren't immediately close, but when we became friends, we forged a bond nobody will ever be able to sever.

Currently, aforementioned drunk best friend was stumbling into a clearing in the immense fields of produce that surround our school. Our sophomore year at Crosspointe we had found the clearing and dubbed it 'the Meadow." It had since served as background for our nighttime recreations. Tom snagged his foot on a rock and pitched face-first into the grass. He rolled a few feet and then rested on his back, gazing up at the night sky. I whumped down next to him, smoothing out my skirt before laying back as well. Once some of the alcohol wears off, Tom and I are both fairly melancholy drunks. We looked up at the stars in silence for a while. When I spoke, even my quiet voice was a gunshot in the crisp night air.

"D'you know where you want to go to university?"

"I doubt I go to university at all. We plan on another world tour once school lets out. With classes and all, we've only been able to do in-country shows the last few months. But, if I continue with my education after this, I'll probably just go wherever Bill goes." Tom slurred in earnest. I mulled his words over for a minute before responding. My reflexes are a lot slower when I'm drunk, so it took some time to form a response.

"Can you believe we're almost through with high school? After this, further education is optional. We won't have to take Chemistry, or Latin. There won't be anymore Headmaster Bodair to get on our asses about the dumb shit we plan. Hey Tom?….will we still be friends once we graduate?" Tom turned and looked at me with surprise. "I mean, sure, you say we'll be best friends forever, but once we graduate, you'll go back to being an international rock star, and I'll still be plain old Janine."

Tom's response was immediate, as though he'd just been waiting for me to shut up so he could give his reply. "Of course we'll still be friends you idiot! Even if Bill and Georg and Gustav and I are on tour more often, we'll still find time to call or write you guys. This school would've sucked without you, and you've said it yourself: nothing can tear all of us apart now." My international best-selling, rock star best friend's voice was laced with so much conviction I had to smile. I was glad he seemed so convinced he'd never forget about me. I just wished I could share in his certainty.

But I didn't have time to dwell on our conversation now, because somebody was coming toward us. Tom and I heard the rustling footsteps in the corn and simultaneously turned our heads to the left just in time to see a man emerge. He spotted us at the same time we spotted him, and he stepped closer until his face was illuminated in the moonlight.

It was Samy Deluxe, the German rapper, and Tom's idol. Tom's eyes widened in shock.

"Samy? What are you doing all the way out in here in England man? My friend Matthias told me earlier online that you had a concert in Berlin tonight."

Samy took another step toward us and let out an inhuman screech-groan noise that seemed to radiate in the night air.

And then he dug his nails into his face and began pulling off his skin.