Wow, 5 months. I can't apologize enough for how long it took and for how bad this chapter is. I just felt like I had to give you all something though.
23rd of February, 2010
I sighed as I threw my sore body into one of the seats across from Bill, who looked like he was pumped for the day; that alone made my mood worse.
"Good morning." He chirped as he held his spoon of cornflakes halfway to his smiling mouth.
"Oh fuck off." I grumbled, letting my head fall into my arms on the table. Lucky jumped up onto the seat next to me, peering at me curiously as though he was concerned about me. I blindly reached a hand out and petted his head.
"What's wrong with you?"
I let out a monstrous groan before explaining. "Last night… this morning-whenever we were fucking driving, the stupid driver went round this really tight corner and I went flying off the bed, into the fucking wall and winded myself on my damn suitcase."
Bill's pierced eyebrow rose with interest. "Are you ok? You didn't break anything?"
"No I didn't break anything, I'm just fricken bruised and sore." I pulled up my hoodie, searching for any purple colored spots. There were a few on my torso but the majority were scattered on my arms. There was also a nice one on my stomach from where I had hit the suitcase and gotten winded, and a blue one on my hip from where I had run into the counter the day before. "Worst of all? Tom didn't even fucking stir. Just kept snoring like a chainsaw!"
"Wow, sounds like you had a rough night."
"I did. I had a really rough night." I paused for a moment, trying to think of anything else that went bad. "Oh! And I didn't even get any. Tom fell asleep while I was on the phone to Jake."
"Ohh, the horror!" Bill exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hand to his forehead and leaning backwards. I rolled my eyes and got up to make a cup of coffee.
"Oh yeah, go ahead and mock me. At least I've had sex in the last week. Quite often too."
"Hure." He muttered under his breath in German as he went back to his cornflakes.
Eventually, a fully dressed Tom shuffled out and moved my legs from the seat next to mine so he could sit down. I was carrying a little bit of a chip on my shoulder for last night so I placed my legs in his lap, showing him that I wasn't moving just so he could sit beside me. He didn't even notice though, just yawned and started blabbering to Bill about the show last night. I quietly sipped my coffee, the chip on my shoulder growing with every minute that he failed to notice or acknowledge me. After sitting there for quarter of an hour without him speaking a word to me, I calmly placed my empty coffee cup on the table and then climbed onto my seat and eventually, the table. Stepping carefully around the objects and brushing off the shocked stares, I jumped off, straightened my hoodie and then made my way back to the bedroom.
"Was zur Hölle?" I heard Bill mumble confusedly. A smirk crept onto my lips as I closed the door and began to undress, deciding to get on with my day. Just as I was about to undo my bra the door opened abruptly, sending a wave of cool air across my nearly-bare back and shivers up my spine. I turned around, hands still placed on my bra clasp, and stared nonchalantly at a confused and offended Tom.
"What do you want?" I spat as the chip on my shoulder invaded my speech, making my question sound malicious.
"I want to know why you just walked across the table." His eyebrows surged together as he motioned wildly to the other end of the tour bus.
I shrugged my shoulders and turned back around, unclasping my blue bra. "I didn't want to disturb your conversation."
"Uh… you didn't want to disturb our conversation by nicely asking me to move, so you got up on the damn table instead?"
"Yeah, I did. Got a problem with that?" I grabbed a fresh black bra and put it on while I waited for him to say something else. It was obvious he was getting agitated with me and my answers because his voice started to rise.
"Why the hell are you so bitchy? What the fuck is up your ass?"
Cracking my knuckles in frustration, I spun around. "Certainly not your fucking dick!"
The air went silent for a moment, the only thing being heard was Bill's awkward cough from the table and Scotty's whimper. The glare I was sending Tom put the sun to shame, I was starting to get really annoyed with his questions. Slowly, he started to sputter.
"What-what the hell? What does that even mean?" He threw his arms in the air, minding the small space provided, and made a face at me. "What is your problem?"
"You're my problem. You are my fucking problem alright? You and your fucking asshole personality!"
"Y-you're just… you're so Goddamn immature! You're so immature about everything! Every time we get into an argument you stomp your feet like a fucking 2 year old!"
"Oh! Now I'm immature. Lovely, just fucking lovely. I can't handle this anymore." I turned away from him and threw my hands in the air, letting them fall back down to slap against my thighs. I had reached the boiling point; if I didn't stop myself now I was going to say something detrimental. So I decided to take the high road and explain to him the best I could how I was feeling. I sat down on the end of the bed and stared at the floor.
"I am sick of you being so contentious, Tom. You can never just calmly come and ask me what's wrong, you always come in here and start yelling at me and insulting me and making me feel like the bad guy."
Tom sensed the surrender in my voice and sighed, moving to sit next to me and hold his head in his hands.
"I just… I know they say that the strongest couples fight with each other but honestly, I think we fight too much. Every time we argue I always feel like I'm a word away from saying something that would completely ruin our relationship. Every single time, I walk away wondering if that was the argument that would break us; if you wouldn't take me back afterwards and forgive me for what I had said. I don't want that to happen and it scares me that I feel that way every time we fight with each other. Even the little ones that only last for 10 minutes, I feel like they are a step closer to the end." I couldn't believe how easy it was for me to finally let everything out and I couldn't believe how quiet Tom was. I had foreseen this discussion a long time ago but avoided it because I was afraid it would start what it was trying to end; an argument.
A deep sigh came from Tom as he finally raised his head and turned to look at me with sorrowful eyes. "I didn't know you felt like that. Why didn't you ever just tell me?"
"Because I was scared to. I didn't want to start another fight. And I guess I was scared to confront our problem. I mean, I just kept hoping that the feeling would go away but it didn't. Have you never felt like that?"
"I don't think so. I… I kind of thought it was normal. I mean, I used to have arguments with Jessica frequently."
"And look how that ended." Tom gave me a stern look and I lowered my head. "Sorry, that was low."
"Anyway, maybe we should try harder to not fight?"
"Definitely." I smiled at him as he threw an arm around me and pulled me close.
"By the way, I'm sorry I called you immature." Tom whispered as he kissed my forehead.
"I'm… sorry I called you an asshole?" My head bounced as he laughed, making me giggle childishly.
"You're forgiven. Now, will you tell me what was wrong?"
"You just had to go and ruin the mood, didn't you?" I gave him a joking smile before answering. "Well… I was kind of annoyed at you for two reasons. The first was that you fell asleep last night and I was so looking forward to sex. The second is that you were ignoring me this morning." My voice dropped off as I realized the pure immaturity and stupidity of my reasons. I glanced nervously up at Tom, still leaning on him and his arm still around me.
"I would never ignore you on purpose. I guess I was just really pumped about the show and I wanted to talk to Bill. I'm sorry." He rubbed his hand along my arm before leaning down to kiss me sweetly. "I was looking forward to sex last night too but you know, Jake called and I was really tired. You could have woken me if you were that desperate."
"Ha. Very funny. And you know I can't bring myself to wake you up, it makes me feel mean stealing you away from sleep."
"Aww you're so sweet!" He cooed in a girly voice and reached his other hand over me to grasp my butt, letting out a groan of approval. "Mmm, you have the best ass."
"Ooh are you trying to make it up to me for last night, huh?" I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly as he continued to grope me, diving his head down to place kisses on my bra-clad chest. He kicked his leg out, sending the door flying shut with an audible bang.
"Only if you're desperate enough." He flashed me a flirty grin, wiggling his lip piercing. I smirked seductively and grabbed his shoulder as I threw myself backwards, Tom toppling down on top of me. His tongue automatically made its way into my mouth, toying with my tongue bar. I let my hands wander down, my fingers quickly pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it carelessly onto the floor. Tom's lips moved down to my neck, sucking and nibbling on the delicate flesh which earned throaty moans from me. My hands trailed down his toned back as he carried his attack down to my breasts. Suddenly, he flipped me onto my stomach, kissing me sweetly on the shoulder as he undid my bra.
"I shouldn't have bothered putting my bra on." I mumbled thoughtfully as he flipped me onto my back again and showered kisses over my bruised torso.
"Where did all these come from?" He frowned as his fingertips lightly brushed over the nice blue bruise on my hip.
"Huh? Oh well that one," I gestured to the mark he was probing at. "Is from yesterday when I bumped into the kitchen counter and then the rest are from last night." His eyes flicked up to mine and widened.
"Last night? What happened?"
"You kicked me out of bed." I said in a dead serious tone and watched his face turn to surprise before the giggles escaped my mouth. "I'm kidding, the bus went around a really tight corner and I got thrown off the bed and winded myself on my suitcase. No biggie."
Tom breathed a sigh of relief as his fingers continued to brush over the flawed skin on my stomach. "Damn that must have hurt. I didn't hear a thing."
"I know." I replied in an obviously annoyed tone, making a face of displeasure. His mouth broke into a cheeky smile as his fingers slipped under the waistband of my sweatpants.
"I'm guessing I snored?"
"Like a fucking chainsaw babe."
"Ahh. Well if it helps, the only reason I would kick you out of bed would be to fuck you on the floor." As he finished talking, a smirk crept onto his features. I felt his hand move into my panties, making me gasp and my back arch off the bed in pleasure.
24th February, 2010…
"Ok, Bill your turn." Gustav announced as we all sat in Bill's hotel room in Belgium. The boys and I were chilling out before tomorrow's performance.
"Oh God." The younger twin muttered as he placed his water bottle on the floor.
"I dare you to give a banana a blowjob." Tom sprayed his mouthful of strawberry milk across the kitchenette which made Lucky spring off Bill's bed in shock. Georg and I laughed vehemently, slapping each other wildly on the shoulder and knee while Gustav just sat there wearing a smirk.
Dares had become our choice of entertainment over the last two years, some more courageous and risky than others. One time we had gotten kicked out of a hotel for skinny-dipping in their pool after hours, another time Georg had sucked his own toe for 30 seconds. The level of embarrassment and danger varied depending on how adventurous we were feeling and how much we'd had to drink. The other rule of the game was that every dare got filmed, even the ones that involved nudity, which there were a few of such as the skinny dipping. The SD cards were stored in a safe place that no one but the five of us knew of. Lord knows the last thing we needed were explicit videos of ourselves leaked to the press.
"What?" Bill shrieked, throwing his hands down on the sofa in protest. "That's disgusting!"
"It's nothing compared to half the shit we've already got video of you doing." Georg pointed out as I composed myself, still giggling every now and then as Tom cleaned up the kitchen. "And you know the consequences."
Bill let out a groan, his head falling backwards. "Ugh! Fine then. But Gustav, I hate you for this." The blonde just shrugged his shoulders, still sporting his little smirk.
"Tom, throw your brother a banana." I called out to him as he continued to wipe up his spilt strawberry milk. He pulled a face as he did so, Bill catching it skillfully. Gustav turned the camera on; it was always either him or Bill filming because they were the ones that tended not to move so much when they laughed their asses off, achieving the steadiest filming.
"Oh gosh. You got that thing on?" Bill asked, obviously delaying the dare for as long as he could.
"Yes Bill, hurry up." Gustav urged and Bill let out an audible groan as he began to peel the banana. After much hesitation he began the sexual performance on the fruit, Gustav catching absolutely every second of it while Georg and I laughed hard and Tom purposefully looked away.
"Oh for fucks sake, that's horrible!" He remarked as he finished, cringing and throwing the molested fruit carelessly onto the table.
"Now you know what it's like for me." I smirked at Bill, who sat back and glared, wiping traces of banana from his lips.
"Hey, I'm no match for a banana!" Tom called out offended. "My dick is much bigger, thank you."
"Uh, the camera is still on." Gustav announced awkwardly, shrugging his shoulders as I laughed.
"Good, I want the whole world to know."
"Anyway!" Bill declared loudly as Gustav shut off the camera and placed it on the coffee table, avoiding the sexually abused banana. "Bree, seeing as you seemed to enjoy that the most, you're next."
I quirked an eyebrow at him as if to say 'give it your best shot'.
"I dare you to hump the bellboy." His lips curled into a smirked as he folded his arms and leaned back against the sofa.
"Is that it?" My eyebrows flew up into my forehead as I gave him a disappointed look. I thought it would have been something better.
"Well… yes."
"Okie dokie, then. Let's go!" I pushed myself off the sofa and skipped merrily towards the door as the boys rushed to catch up to me.
"You're not really going to hump him, are you?" Tom asked as he caught up with me, wrapping his long arm around my waist, nearly tripping the both of us over.
"Of course, it's the dare. And there is no way I'm letting Bill dress me." I playfully glared over my shoulder at the taller twin, who poked his tongue at me. The rule was that if you didn't complete the dare, the person who dared you got to dress you for the next interview/public appearance. Only one person had failed, Georg. He was supposed to hit on a male interviewer but backed out at the last minute once he saw that the interviewer was obviously not a heterosexual guy. Tom was the one who had dared him and he took great pleasure in clothing Georg in a few of Bill's pieces for a performance they had after the interview. I don't think fans had ever been so shocked before. Then again, Georg in leather pants and necklaces is not something you see every day.
"Ah yes, you wouldn't want to end up like Georg." Tom smirked in the brunette's direction. Georg swiftly kicked him in the backside which made him trip over and slam into the wall, nearly taking me with him.
"Ow! Fuck!" Tom yelled as Georg and Bill held onto each other and laughed. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed Tom's hand and pulled him off the floor.
"You ok?"
"Ja, I think so. My shoulder hurts though." He rubbed his shoulder and jerked his neck to prove the point.
"But nothings broken, right?" Tom shook his head while the boys continued on down the hallway to the elevator. "Hang in there, I'll massage it out later."
"Ooh I might like that." He shoved his hand into the back pocket of my jeans as we started to walk to the elevator again.
When we got to ground level and stepped out into the bustling foyer, I scanned the large room for a bellboy. I could only see two and they were busy with people's luggage.
"Bree! There's one." Georg hollered as he pointed to a man wearing the red and gray uniform, standing beside the door to the restaurant. I sucked in a huge breath and gave Bill a look. He crossed his arms and jutted out his hip in a girly fashion.
"I'm sure the fans wouldn't mind you getting on stage tomorrow with us in your pajamas, with totally messed up hair and no makeup." I narrowed my eyes at Bill's threat. Turning on my heel, I skipped across the floor wearing a large smile. The bellboy smiled friendly as I stopped in front of him and widened my grin. I'll admit, I hadn't thought of exactly how I was going to approach the dare. Would I just start out of the blue or what? My smile faltered a little as I tipped my head to the side to think.
"How may I help you Ma'am?"
I started to giggle obnoxiously. "Oh… I was just wondering if I could uh, dance with you." The change in his expression was obvious. He was rather confused.
"Dance? I'm sorry Ma'am but I don't think that is appropriate."
I stared blankly at him for a few seconds, my ears picking up a classical song over the noise of guests. I quickly glanced over my shoulder, spotting Bill with his hands in the air and an expectant look. "Well then, would you consider humping more appropriate?"
David Guetta's song 'Sexy Bitch' played in my head as I started to grind my body against the shocked man. He stepped away from me, his back hitting the wall behind him, essentially backing him into a corner with no way to escape. I continued with my pelvic thrusts, barely keeping a straight face. I could feel the people staring at me, a few people stopping to watch; I swear I even saw a camera flash. But I wasn't worried, I just didn't care. Security could come and drag me away, I'd probably hump them too! I only stopped when a hand latched onto my arm, jerking me away and through the people. I looked up to see the back of Bill's head and finally let the smile back onto my face. By the time he had guided me all the way back to where the other boys were, I was laughing so hard I could hardly breathe.
"The look on his face!" Was all Georg managed to splutter before going back into hysterics. Tom, Gustav and Bill were all laughing loudly as I suddenly realized what I had just done. My cheeks heated up a little as I pushed the boys into the elevator.