There I was

There I was. A young pop-star lost in Berlin. Yep. Today sucked! I was looking for the video recording studio. But it was nowhere to be found. I wanted to call my manager Rick, but my phone battery was dead. So here I was, walking through the rain in a trench coat. I laughed at how I resembled Bill in Tokio Hotel's Don't Jump video. I continued to walk in my emo mood until I heard crying. I looked around and saw a bundle of something on the sidewalk. I walked over to it and found it was this bundle that was crying. I lifted up a piece of dirty cloth that covered the crying thing to reveal not one thing but two boys. Twins. Looking up at me with the biggest, brownest eyes I had ever seen. My heart melted when I saw they were super skinny and ghastly pale.

"Hi. What's your name?" I asked one of the twins.

The one to the right looked at me and buried his face in his brothers shoulder screaming, "großer Bruder sie schreckhaft!"

I giggled and asked for their names again. The older twin answered shyly in German "Ich bin Tom, und das ist Bill."

I stared in shock at the boys. No way. No freakin' way! I then asked Tom "Do you speak English?"

He nodded slowly before asking me in English "Who are you?"

"My name is Jessie. Where are your parents?"

Tom looked down before whispering, "They died in a fire."

I gaped at him. "So where do you live now?"

"In the orphanage down the road."

"So why are you here?"

"Because the Hexe-Dame hates us."

I stifled a laugh. "Ok, are you still up for adoption?"

He shrugged in reply.

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"YOU ARE 2 HOURS LATE!" Rick yelled as I stumbled into the studio.

"Don't you know I am on a timed schedule little miss diva?! And what the hell are those kids doing here?! You don't need extras for the video!!"

I walked past Rick and sat Bill and Tom down at the catering table. I smiled and gestured at the food. They eagerly began to eat.

"What the fuck?!" Rick continued. "Why are they eating my food?!"

"Because they are hungry." I said "Why else?"

"Well, who are you to feed them?"

"I am there mother."

Cue awkward silence

"WHAT?! NO WAY!! YOU HAD KIDS!! OUT OF WEDLOCK!! YOU ARE ONLY 18!! WHAT ARE THEY?! LIKE 5!! YOU HAD KIDS AT 13?!" Rick looked like a train hit him.

"No dipshit…. I adopted them."

"Just leave. I don't have the patience for this." Rick sighed and walked out of the studio.

"O.K. Come Billa, Tomi. Let's go home."

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I sat in the limo and looked out of the window. I was on my home to America. Tomorrow was Grammy night and I was nominated for 3 awards so I had to be there. I also had to call The Victorian Inn the banquet hall that the Grammys were being held at and tell them I needed seating for 3 instead of 1. And after that I had tell the rest of my family I adopted the kids. Then I needed to call the furniture-

"Mami habe ich Hunger!" Billa cried. "Können wir einen McDonald haben? Pretty please…"

Over the course of 2 days I had learned a lot about my boys. Tomi played the role of the strong older brother, always brave and making sure that Billa was happy. Tomi however could not ask for food. Billa was the quiet younger brother always shy and timid, yet when he was hungry you knew it. They were like day even night although they were separated only by 2 minutes.

"Yeah Billa we'll get McDonalds. Just let me make a few phone calls ok."

"Yeah Mommy."

I dialed the number to The Victorian Inn and waited.

"Hello this is The Victorian Inn. How may I help you?"

"Yes hi this is Ms. Browning."

"OH! Hi Ms. Browning, calling to check up on your reservation?"

"Well not exactly. There has been a change of plans and I will need seating for a party of 3 not 1."

"But your table is full. I cant fit two more."

"Then move me to another table."

"Ok, let me check if there are any others…. Well, yes we have one other table, table 15."

"Perfect! Thank you so much!"

"You are very welcome. See you tomorrow."

I hung up and preceded to my furniture company, I needed furniture for the wins in all of my 4 houses. Yes 4. 1 in the US, 1 in Ireland, 1 in Germany, and 1 in Japan. They all needed to be filled with furniture, toys, and clothes. So I called everyone I needed to call and told Josh, my personal limo driver and friend since middle school to go to the nearest McDonalds.

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"Mami this thing itches!" Tomi cried as he pulled at his tie. "Why do we have to wear these? I look like silly!"

"Because we have to look nice tonight, Tomi. You think I like this evil dress? I can barely breath!"

(Now would be a good time to describe everyone huh?) Billa was wearing an all black tuxedo, ear length sandy blond hair brushed neatly back. Tomi was wearing an all white tuxedo with his hair haphazardly tossed everywhere. I was wearing a mauve dress, with a boat neck. The dress was tight around the chest then went puffy at my hips. It was 4 inches above my knee. I had silver shoes and silver accessories. My straight dirty blond hair was in spiral curls.

I slapped Tomi's hand away from his tie and began to carefully walk down the stars. I never was known to be graceful in heels...

"Wow you look fine!"

I looked to see my bestie and her fiancé standing at the door. I twirled and struck a pose. "Do I?"

"Hell yeah!" Isis (my bestie) yelled.

"Thanks."

"Well, your limo is here. Don't stay out to late. Ok?"

"Yes mother," I said as I rolled my eyes.

I walked with my two boys into the limo. I noticed Josh looking at me up and down and giggled. "You like?"

"Yes. You should dress up more often."

"Maybe I will."

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"Good evening Ms. Browning. Your table is right this way."

I followed a waiter to our table. I wondered who else would be sitting with us.

"Oh mein Gott!" Billa said, "Look at that cake."

"Yep that sure does look good." Another voice joined in. I turned to see who was sitting with us and felt my jaw drop.