A/N: Hey ya'll out there in Fanfic land :D I'm Cassadi :D author of this lovely Tokio Hotel fanfiction!! :D I'm really happy right now haha :D So I hope you enjoy my story!
FYI: Billy is 17, and this takes place in mid-2007 XD so georg is almost 20, gustav nearly 19, and the beautiful twins 18 XD
Billy's POV
Ugh! I was running late again! I despised living in New York City sometimes, due to the high traffic and complete lack of space it took me nearly an hour to arrive at my job at Music RX. Sure the pay is crappy and the hours lousy, but the employee discount makes it all worth while.
I hadn't even bothered to my hair today, that's how late I was. Usually I try to do something sophisticated with it, but now it was just flowing down at it's chin length. I had just gotten electric red highlights added to the already dyed black pigment, and I really enjoyed the difference. But then again, who really noticed except my band; my family lived in New Jersey, my co-workers were all too self-consumed to notice, and I wasn't in a relationship.
My band… we were really something else. We all listened to different types of music so our sound was truly in its own category. Josey, our drummer, was really into hard rock, while our guitarist, Luna, liked more hip-hop and rap styles. Selena, our bassist, absolutely loved straight up pop; and I was addicted to alternative or emo bands, although my parents couldn't stand it. Together, we were Dreams Put on Hold.
I had put my iPod on full blast and shuffled it, and then I made a run for the store. I guess I am even more uncoordinated than I thought, because not even five seconds after I began to run, I ran into someone freakishly tall, even though I can be considered that at my 5'10. I just decided to take whatever the hell my boss had to say, and help whoever's outfit I had probably just destroyed.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" I said while turning around to help, and then I saw who I had hit. He looked seriously familiar, and he was completely amazing. His hair was up in like an afro do, but it actually looked good and it wasn't an actual afro, he probably just used a lot of hair gel. He was pale, and his wicked jet black hair with blonde highlights complimented the light skin nicely. I think he and I were wearing the same amount of eyeliner too… this guy was full on awesome and totally gorgeous. I think I felt my knees go weak; wow I was turning into such a girl. Was this how it felt to be in love? No way, I didn't even know this guy's name for god's sake!!
"Don't worry about it." He said nicely. "I've got dozens of these." He pointed to his silver jacket that looked horribly expensive, and I was envious. He had dozens of those?! Lucky. I had one leather jacket that I wore basically everyday.
I forgot how to speak for a minute. "I'm Bill Kaulitz." He finally said, after a few moments of silence. THAT'S WHO HE IS!!!! He's in the completely amazing band Tokio Hotel, I had their album and was planning on purchasing their next one coming out next month, but I had never exactly looked up the members. They aren't like The Jonas Brothers or anything like that yet, but they were somewhat well known in Germany, due to the fact that their album was in German. I knew basic phrases and common stuff, and I could manage to sing with their songs, but I wasn't fluent or anything. Over here in the US it was mostly music freaks who are addicted to iTunes or Hot Topic, like me, who had heard of them.
"I'm… Billy Lorentz." I finally managed to say, and we both laughed at our similar names.
"You seem to be in a hurry, I don't mean to keep you, but would you like to have some breakfast with me?" He inquired, making my stomach growl involuntarily. I had skipped breakfast, and I'm sure I could just text my co-worker and tell him I was sick… this kind of thing just didn't happen, let alone to people like me.
"Yeah. I'd like that." I answered with a smile, causing him to smile. He called over the rest of his band mates and introduced me to them.
"She's hot." The guitarist, which Bill said was his twin brother Tom, said in their native tongue. I had no idea what he had said, but I just let it be. Bill, on the other hand, slapped his brother on the back of the head. We walked together to a small café that I had been to many times before, and ordered.
No one recognized them, which I found surprising, but Bill did cause a few head to turn, which I didn't find surprising. Who wouldn't want to just look at him? He was perfect.
"So, Billy, have you heard of us?" Tom asked, in English thankfully, and Georg and Gustav both slapped him for being so blunt.
"Actually yeah I have." I decided not to mention being able to sing along to their songs in a completely different language. "Aha! We do have American fans. I told you so, Georg. You owe me twenty euros!" Tom proclaimed, and a giggle managed to escape me. Georg threw some paper bills at him without a word.
"Yeah, you guys have a lot of fans here actually. My whole band loves you guys, and it's a miracle we managed to agree on a band." I explained.
"You're in a band?" Bill asked me excitedly. I nodded my head.
"Have we heard of you?" Tom asked me, earning yet another slap from Georg and Gustav, and Bill too this time.
"Doubtful. We are what you would consider a garage band, but we practice in an apartment. So an apartment band is us." I told them, and Bill laughed.
"What is your band's name?" Gustav asked in a heavy accent.
"Dreams Put on Hold."
"That's deep! Bill why couldn't you write a song that is deep like that?!" Tom asked his twin.
"Are you saying Spring Nicht is not deep?" Bill countered. Spring Nicht (Don't Jump) was actually my favorite song of theirs; it helped me through a not so fun time right before I ran away to New York.
Yeah, I ran away to New York. My parents don't know where I am right now, and I doubt they care.
Tom couldn't think of a comeback, so he settled for just running a hand through Bill's hair, causing him to get the funniest facial expression I had ever seen.
"You guys are hysterical." I told them honestly.
"Why thank you!" Tom said, and he took a little bow.
"Tom. Why don't you go see if our food is ready?" Bill ordered his brother. I just smirked, wishing I had siblings that I could be close to like that.
"Fine Mr. Grumpy." Tom mumbled.
"So…" Bill started. "What's your story?"
"What do you mean?" I asked him confused.
"You know, you're story. How you ended up having breakfast with us…"
"Oh. Well. I live with my roommates and they double as my band mates. I met all three of them when I moved here a couple months ago and we instantly clicked, and started Dreams Put on Hold. I'm the singer songwriter, but I can play keyboard; badly, but I can play it none the less. Um. My parents aren't exactly in my life right now, and I doubt they will be for a long time." I opened up, it was really easy to talk to Bill. Even though I just met him.
"That's it?" He said surprised.
"What do you want to know?" I inquired. "I'm sure you are far more interesting than me."
"That is not true. Now. List all of your favorite things; color, day, song, band, flower, movie, everything." Bill ordered me.
"Okay?" I said, seriously wondering why the hell an international super star would want to know anything about me. "Red is my favorite color, but I like the combo red/black. I love Saturdays because I don't have to work and can sleep all day if I want, and Dreams Put on Hold sometimes get gigs for then. My favorite song changes depending on my mood but right now it'd have to be Leb' Die Sekunde by none other than, " I waved my arm at him," I cant choose a favorite band because there are like five that could take that title. I love red roses, even if they mean romance. My favorite movie is like my favorite song, it changes way too often. And the only country I would like to live in besides America is Germany, because my Grandma used to live there." I answered all of his questions, plus one.
"Wow. You're just like Bill. It's sort of scaring me." Georg stated.
"What do you mean?" I asked him.
"His favorite color is red, but he says that red/black is the best combination. He sleeps until the mid afternoon when we have off days, he thinks red roses are the coolest flowers. Plus, he can't choose a favorite song, band, or movie either. Eerie…" Gustav explained.
I looked at Bill as if to asses him. Did we really have that much in common? Then, randomly, Gustav and Georg yelled 'OW!!!' I broke my gaze at Bill and looked at them; Gustav was gripping his shin and Georg was fixing his hair. I assumed Bill hit and kicked them for telling me we had all that in common. He was really cute; Bill I mean.
Tom came back holding our food like a waitress. The boys and I all laughed at him, because some fan had stolen hat and he was standing there in his doo-rag.
"What?" he asked, causing us all to laugh even more.
"You might have some competition as twin of the year, Tomi." Georg joked.
His eyebrows shot up. "Yeah sure. With who?" He pondered. Then Gustav pointed to me and I blushed.
"Mhmm. You trying to steal my twin, New York?" He asked me jokingly.
"Oh! New York! I like it!!" Bill clapped his hands together and all of us looked at him, trying to figure out what the hell he meant.
"As a nickname for you, Billy. Wouldn't it be just a little weird having a Bill and Billy around?" Bill said, and I had to agree. All the guys nodded in understanding. Wait.
"What do you mean around?" I blurted out.
"Unless you don't want to talk to us ever again…" Bill pretended to cry, making me laugh hysterically.
"I figured you guys wouldn't wanna talk to me again." I said in all honesty.
"As if. I gotta prove I am the better twin for Billi over here." Tom said. "Dude, good thing we gave her a nickname. That would be confusing." He added.
"Cell phone number exchange!!" Gustav yelled like a tween girl, causing us all to laugh.
"And people think I'm the girl…" Bill said through his laughter.
Like Gustav suggested, we exchanged numbers. The second after we did, Bill texted me "Hallo:)" and I giggled at how cute he was. We talked for a while longer, until the guys manager was yelling at them to leave actually, but not really about anything in particular. The guys told me how they became Tokio Hotel, and I was horribly amazed. I had only been songwriting since about five years ago when I was twelve, not since I was seven like Bill. Could he be anymore amazing? I thought.
All the guys hugged me, and we had one huge group hug, even Jost joined it! It was perfect. Bill promised me that he would keep in touch, and I believed him. I don't know why, but I felt he would be a really great… friend. Friends. Bill would never like me like that anyway. He is an international musician, and I play in coffee shops. Friends. Best Friends, I hoped.
A/N: REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! please tell me if this story is total crap and i am wasting my time with it if thats the case!! :D ohh and pictures of Billy, Josey, Luna, && Selena are on my profile XD xoxo, cassadi.