Tori's POV

5:45am the most ungodly hour of all. And the hour I had to wake up at to have enough time to get ready for school. With a muffled groan, I slammed a fist down on my alarm clock not even bothering to lift my face from the pillow I had face planted into the night before. Of course, it wasn't my alarm going off for school; it was my mom, who had taken her position as my new alarm very seriously. "Honey, it's time for you to wake up."

"Go away…" I curled into a tighter ball and turned my head so I wasn't suffocating anymore. "5 more damn minutes."

My mother's tone became one of an irritated parent, "Victoria, you know you are not supposed to talk like that to me." That was her warning that basically meant, if you don't get your ass out of bed now I'm getting your dad and the cold water.

I got up silently, knowing that she still could dump cold water on my head, unless I got in the shower right away. My clothes were flung on to different surfaces within my mostly tidy bathroom and I stumbled over the tub's side into the shower. The warm water was already flowing out of the shower head, waking me up almost immediately because it was a little too hot.

"Shit!" I spat out, jumping back in surprise and nearly killing myself like always. I stepped carefully back into the water, feeling the now moderately warm water lull me slowly back to sleep. Damn this was going to take all morning.

Tom's POV

Mein Gott, I hadn't even stepped inside the school yet and I had already slept with one of the seniors. But damn she was hot.

I woke up at 6 this morning only to find an empty spot beside me and a note taped to my forehead that read, Thanks for the amazing evening Tom, I'll see you at school today. I wondered when she had found the time to sneak out, considering we had lasted until around 2 this morning I believe. I smirked stretching and wandering towards the bathroom that I shared with my brother. "Bill, Hurry up!"

"Was?" He couldn't hear me over the roar of his hair dryer. Damn him and the need to look like a porcupine. "Hurry up you Stachelschwein!" The hair dryer shut off and Bill swung open the door, "I'm not a Stachelschwein." I smirked, slipping into the bathroom so I could finally take a piss. "Took you long enough dumkopf."

Bill stayed silent glaring at me brushing his hair and sliding it into a ponytail. "I'm done in here, so I'll see you in a few?" I nodded zipping up my pants again and washing my hands. "I'll come down with you, let me just grab a shirt." I stumbled back into my room, snatching a clean shirt out of my practically empty closet and slipping on a pair of large sneakers, so I could join the rest of the guys down stairs.

"What took you so long Tom?" Gustav asked quietly, sipping on his coffee like he had been ready for hours, which he had been of course. "I made pancakes; you better hurry before Georg eats them all."

Ha, Georg and his eating habits. They reflected in his… ehem… other habits of course. And we had to deal with it daily. I made my way into the dining room that was cluttered with unopened boxes of stuff. I found an empty chair and piled up a small stack of pancakes on a plate and drenched them in syrup. "What do you think school's going to be like?" Bill asked me, just as I placed a section of the pancakes in my mouth.

I shrugged, shoveling more of the food into my mouth. Yum, Gustav makes the best pancakes. But Bill's question made me wonder. I know the one girl I met was amazing, in bed anyway. But what was school going to be like? We are a popular band… Au Gott.