Pure fanfic about Justin Bieber and his imaginary sister I thought of along with Tokio Hotels Bill ^_^. DON'T JUDGE ME! Plus I'm not a fan so don't ask me crap lol xD But I am a fan of Billi and TH :D
Chapter 1
The crowd roared for more, and more. Justin Bieber stood there; a huge grin was planted on his face. I watched my brother sing one last time, the happiness in his voice was visible, and he turned to me his hand stretched out as if he wanted me on stage with him. I stared at it for a moment and grabbed it. The mic was now pointed at me; I slowly opened my mouth and let out a breath…
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BUZZ! BUZZ!
I slammed my hand on the buzzer, and rolled out of bed for another day. I looked over Justin. I grabbed my pillow and threw it at him.
"Justin! Wake up!" He moaned and turned over. I grabbed a book and chucked it at his head; it missed.
"JUSTIN YOU'RE STARTING YOUR TOUR TODAY!" I shouted hoping that would wake him. He slowly rose from his bed and marched to the bathroom. I felt accomplished. I put my hair up in a messy bun and grabbed a pair of sweats and a Cami. Justin walked out in Basketball shorts and a plain white tee. I rushed into the bathroom and washed up. I skipped out and saw that my suitcases were gone. I grabbed my iPod off of my nightstand and walked downstairs. It was pretty warm. Justin was on the couch munching on a sandwich.
"Mommy…" Patricia was in the kitchen, she turned around to her daughter's voice.
"Yes, Kayla? Ready for today, you know you don't have to go." I grabbed an apple.
"Yes I do mom." I turned around and looked at Justin.
"Justin, did you pack my Tokio hotel stuff?" He nodded. "Did you place them carefully?"
"Yes I did, I made sure that dudes face was okay."
"Thank you, for NOT dissing them today." I smirked.
"Yeah, yeah." He said walking by me. I heard a sound of honking outside. I looked at the counter one last times, looking for my cigs. I turned to Justin but he had fled out. I saw my mom holding them up in the air, she threw it and I caught it. I smiled at her but she didn't return one back. Hey no one's perfect right? People always wondered why I smoked. Maybe it was because of my parents, the fights I have at school, my brother sounding almost like a girl. It was too much to handle. I guess smoking brought me to a happier place in life.
As I walked out I slammed the door hard enough to let it shake, behind me. The weight of the blistering heat hit me. I walked closer to the black van. I pulled out a cancer stick and lit it up. I slowly let out a puff of smoke.
"Really? Now?" Justin said poking his head out of the car. I took couple more sips and threw it down; squishing the cigarette with my foot. I sat in the car and sat back.
"I know you heard me say this a billion times…" Oh god not the speech again. "But please stop smoking little sis. I want you to keep that precious voice of yours." He would always try to sweeten it up. Just to place a smile upon my face.
"I'm sorry Justin." He looked away, his face turning red. I looked at my reflection on the window; a faded reflection actually. My icy blue eyes stood out from my pale face, and brown hair. I felt a tear coming, and sucked in a breath and focused on the objects we passed as we rode to the airport.
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Hamburg, Germany…
"Bill! Guess who I heard is coming to Germany." Tom shouted in delight.
"I don't know Tom, who?" Bill said expressionless while flipping through a magazine.
"Well, her last name is bieber."
"Justin biebers coming?" Bill joked.
"Yes, and that lovely sister of his." Tom lifted his eyebrows as he said.
"Tom, she's 17…"
"Almost 18!" He said excitedly. "I'm just going to say hi."
"Oh whatever Tom." Bill continued to read his magazine.
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Hamburg's Airport…
Justin and I walked out the plane to the V.I.P. area and rested. It would take while till our van came and would take us to the hotel. I felt the need to take out a cigarette but I pushed the feeling down and looked at my brother. We were both pretty bored, everything was written in German, I really need to pee.
"Justin, where's the bathroom?" He shrugged.
"But I really have to pee." I bounced in my seat. He looked around.
"I can't understand German…" I stood up and looked for a near by person. The closest person I can find was a short girl with her hood up. I skipped over and tapped her should.
"Ja?" She said. I looked back then back at her.
"Do you know where the bathroom is?" Her face screamed confusion.
"Ich spreche kein Englisch" I raised an eyebrow.
"So that's a no?"
"Was?" She said. I turned around and strode away. For the next hour, trying not to pee, I walked up to strangers for the bathroom. None of them spoke English; I gave it one last try. The man I was about to tap was tall. He had black hair poking out in braids. I gently poked him and began to ask.
"Um, do you know where…." My mouth dropped open. There he was, standing in front of me. I couldn't believe it… His lip ring shone under the lit airport. I swallowed hard and continued to ask..
"Do you know where the bathroom is?" I stared for a moment.
"Yes I do, right there." He pointed to where Justin was. The bathroom was right infront of him.
"What the?"
"Haha, it's okay Ms. Kayla bieber." He said with a delighted voice.
"Um, thanks Mr. Tom Kaulitz." I said awkwardly back. I began to walk away but stopped. I turned back around.
"Can you tell me where the girl's bathroom is?" I felt stupid for asking again.
"Sure." He walked up behind me and led me to where my brother was sitting. Justin looked up at me, then Tom. Tom pointed to the bathroom.
"Thanks again so much." I gave him a hug, I felt him return one back. He pulled out a piece of paper.
"Since you're in Germany, give me a call anytime." He winked and walked off. I looked at Justin.
"Wow." Was all he said. I stuffed the paper in my pocket and walked into the bathroom.
