A/N: okay, I'm a huge fan of Tokio Hotel, and so my twisted mind decide to think of this story because I really want to meet them…but I'm not going to go as far as stalking them!…*fuck you les afghans!*…

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Tokio Hotel or Bill….BUT I HAVE KIDNAPPED HIM! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AND I own none of the following interview thingys:

, Tokio Hotel TV/Channel or whatever…stuff like that…

ANY SONGS FEATURED IN THIS FIC ARE NOT MINE EITHER!

Suggestions: for those Fan girls reading, I don't mind if you MENTALLY erase my name and put yours. But if I see you take my story idea I will report you to copyright. This is MY story idea! Like I said in the disclaimer, I don't own Toki Hotel, but the mere idea of this story.

Warning: some of this stuff is made up! If I write the name of a new album of theirs or something it maybe fake. I haven't the slightest clue what their new album after "The Best of Tokio Hotel" will be. And other stuff things in here, like, a memory, or something that happened to them will be fake. I will occasionally add something that really did/ or might have happened or is happening. And another thing…if you actually watch and you know what the stage is like, please tell me. I just made up stuff cuz' I don't watch that stuff unless it does anything that involves Tokio Hotel.

FYI!: *sorry* I'm not German, nor do I speak German…remember, MADE UP STORY!

Enjoy!

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6 months ago

'ding dong'

I opened my eyes. I heard my mom yell "I'm coming" as I stood up. Probably another psychiatrists come to 'help' me over the fact that this world is jacked up or something. I opened my desk where I kept my most prized possessions: all Tokio Hotel albums and merchandize. I grabbed my Best of Tokio Hotel CD and plopped it into my laptop and clicked "Geisterfahrer"

"Ashley! Come down please!" I heard my mom yell.

"NEIN! I'm busy!" I yelled as I turned up the volume to drown out her nagging. I sat back down on my bed and stared out the window. "perfect" I muttered as it started to rain. I turned to look at my room. Black paint splattered every where. Drawings on the floor, the only light coming from my laptop. My walls completely covered with Tokio Hotel, Kingdom Hearts, Criss Angel, Evanescence, and Alice in Wonderland posters. Back to the window, well, nothing interesting outside.

'knock knock' I heard someone knock on my bedroom door. That's when I noticed I was unconsciously singing along to Geisterfahrer. I stood up and opened my door, only to be tackled into a huge hug by two people.

"HEY! Ashley how've you been!" I know that voice.

"yeah, how've ya been twerp." and I know that voice too. I switched on the lights to see my former babysitters/ almost like brothers to me, Bill and Tom Kaulitz. My face brightened up and, this time, I tackled them.

"oh my god! I haven't seen you guys in so long!" I squealed as I pulled away. They turned their pretty little heads towards my laptop. Geisterfahrer had finished and Spring Nicht had started. Bill faced me with a smirk

"really?" he asked sheepishly. I gave him a sweet smile and sat back on my bed where Tom had plopped himself down staring at the ceiling.

"so what brings you guys here?" I asked as I started playing with my stuff animal…yes I still have a stuff animal and I'm 13.

"well we were in the neighborhood and we felt like visiting our little sister" Tom said giving me a nuggie.

"hey!" I laughed as I got up to fix my hair in the mirror.

"your were always like Bill…Bill mini-me" I gave him a glare as both me and Bill fixed our hair in the mirror.

"hey guys sorry to cut this short but we have to go" some guy said walking into my room. Bill and Tom grumbled something as they got up. I, again, started to unconsciously sing along with Rette Mich. As Tom and Bill were leaving they stranger, I'm guessing their manager, stared at me. I gulped.

"what's your name?" he asked Bill came back tugged my arm making me stand up from my chair.

"her name's Ashley!" I gave him a nervous smile. Tom was now in the picture too. I have no clue what's happening right now. Bill, Tom, and the stranger are all smiling like they just thought of something oh-so brilliant.

"say Ashley, how bout we have a little chat, you, me, Bill, and Tom?" he said as Bill and Tom gave me a gentle smile. I gulped but nodded in reply. What have I gotten my self into?

Present Time

"TOM! Those are my waffles! Who said you could eat them!" I yelled as grabbed the fork in Tom's hands and tugged it away.

"hey! I was eating that!"

"yeah, but they aren't yours!" and this is the start of the yelling/try to take the fork away from the other person-war.

"give me the fork Ashley!"

"Nein! They were my waffles first!"

"gimme it!"

"hey! No fair!"

"loser weepers!"

"really mature! Now give me the fork!"

"ouch! No biting! Ouch!"

"give m-ow! Hey, BILL!"

"hey no reinforcements!…BILL!"

"they were my wa-"

"*clears throat*" both tom and I stopped and turned to see a very pissed of Bill. I smiled sweetly as Tom grinned nervously.

"um, hey Bill…" Tom said as he tried sitting up. that's when we realized that I was on top of him in the small sitting space on the bus. I blushed as I got off, and so did he, but neither of us let go of the fork…wow.

"give me the fork" he said sticking his hand out. By this time Georg and Gustav had woken up due to the yelling and were making their way around the pissed and annoyed Bill. Both me and Tom mumble a no as we tried taking the fork. Once again, starting a tug-the fork-away-war.

"5...4...3..." and we let go. "danke shon" he said as he grabbed the fork and the plate and walked off. Me and Tom just sat there.

"wait, what are you going to do with the waffles?" Tom asked leaning over the table as I slouched don further into the seat.

"what do you think!" Bill yelled back. It's times like these I wish I had never signed that contract that made me part of this band. All because they want more male fans. Which I'm pretty sure they have enough of…I think. Anyways, I wonder where we're heading now? I stood up and tried, notice the I said tried to move around the bus. As luxurious as this bus is, it can get really cramp.

"hey Gustav, where are we going by the way?" I asked as I made my way to the little free space in this bus. Gustav was sitting on the edge of the couch watch something. Georg was…I have no clue what he's doing.

"I think to interview" he said changing the channel. I groaned. I hate interviews, I always have to hind when they leave the bus and then I have to wait with the driver til' they come back…and then I have to hide again. Why can't the album com out already, only 1 more day until I can finally be released from this secrecy. Once people hear a girl singing on the CD they will want to know what's going on and it could also mean more publicity.

"Hey Bill" I said standing up to go find my big "brother" as I like to call both Tom and Bill sometimes. "in here!" I heard him call back. I followed his voice to find him doing his hair in the small bathroom. I smiled brightly.

"perfect can you help me do my hair too!" I said as he started to do his make up. Weird only me and Bill use this make up, but it always runs out.

"sure! Hair or make up?" he asked I tapped my chin, "make up!" I said cheerfully.