I'm memorizing "Monsoon" and trying to at least learn the chorus of "Reden" in German. Soooo...YAY! Next chapter...friends find out about Tokio Hotel! And...I used the 19 year old versions of Bill and Tom because I don't like Bill's new hair. (Personally, the Lion's Mane fit him WAY BETTER).
Rachel: I hope you like your awesome tackle hug...and I totally think Tommi would flirt with Anna. Don't you?
Rachel's eyes fluttered a bit before opening. We had Tom and Bill (The people who claimed to be Tom and Bill) in the kitchen, twiddling their thumbs nervously. They looked pretty lost for nineteen year old rock stars.
"Rachel?" I inquired. She shook her head to clear it, before mumbling something unintelligible. "What are you saying?"
"I had this weird dream about Bill and Tom Kaulitz showing up at my house," she said, sitting up and looking around.
"Well, there are two freakishly cute guys that look an awful lot like the real Bill and Tom sitting in your kitchen." Anna said.
"Really? Cosplayers or not, I wanna hug," Rachel bounced off the couch and ran for her kitchen. Bill was munching on the raspberries that Anna had left out for them. Tom was speaking in rapid German and playing air guitar. When they saw us enter, they looked up. Bill sprang to his feet.
"Please. Someone tell me were we are!" he said. Rachel giggled, before giving him a very bighug.
"My house! Wilkommen im hotel Rachel!" she sang out the lyrics of Reden. Tom shook his head, extremely confused.
"Die kurze ist so süß! ," Tom said, nodding at Anna. Anna, Rachel and I squinted. Bill shook his head and smacked his brother's arm. (You're really cute)
"Do any of you speak German?" Bill asked.
"No," I said bluntly. "This is Northern Michigan, why would we speak German?"
"Hey! I'm taking German!" Rachel pouted.
"Only so you can understand their lyrics," I threw my arm out, motioning to the boys. (And nearly cloths-lining poor Billa)
"So?" she blushed. Tom was checking Anna out, the pervert. He's like…three years older than us!
"Alright, so we'll speak in English," Bill mumbled mostly to himself.
"Where is the nearest phone?" Tom inquired. Anna's face fell.
"But you just got here!" she complained. Tom smiled, clearly his flirting had worked.
"We could always stay for a little while. Where are your parents?" he asked. Bill ran a hand through his large lion's mane, and I reached up to pet mine. It was then that he noticed, three of us matched, and his childish eyes widened.
"My parents are out of town for a week," Rachel explained. Distracted, Bill looked Rachel and I up and down, and Tom looked Anna up and down.
"Why are you dressed up like me?" Bill directed his question to Rachel and I.
"Because I was kissing your poster, and had this amazing photo shoot idea!" Rachel squealed, then blushed. Bill just shook his head, laughing.
"Can I touch your hair?" I asked. He nodded. Without needing further invitation, Rachel and I burst into laughter and rabidly began petting Bill Kaulitz's large hair. Anna joined in, and then we attacked Tom's dreadlocks.
"Wow, wirklich Entzückend," Tom said. (You're adorable)
"In English please," Bill said, face-palming.
"What did he say?" Anna asked.
"You're all adorable. He's a flirt," Bill sighed, "How old are you girls anyway?"
"Sixteen," we all answered at the same time. Tom smiled that weird smile again, Bill just shook his head 'no'.
"Awhile ago, you said Northern Michigan...why?" Tom asked.
"That's where we are silly," Anna simpered.
"Really? Holy crap we're hallucinating!" Tom jumped to his feet and dashed outside. It was mid-June and warm. Thinking of that, I slid out of my leather Bill-jacket adjusted my Tokio Hotel arm bands.
"How did we get from New York to Michigan? Where is Michigan?" Bill was clear-headed, surprisingly. I expected him to be more...ditzy.
"TC" Rachel pumped her fist in the air. "Wanna use my phone?"
"In the morning," Bill said, rubbing his temples. "Where can we stay tonight?"
"There's a guest room in my basement," Rachel offered. Tom stumbled back in, completely confused.
"Sounds good," Bill said, grabbing his brother and dragging him out of the kitchen and to the basement door. "We'll be downstairs."
"Rachel's room is just up the stairs," I offered. Bill nodded gratefully.
"Wait," he turned around again, his hair bouncing, "What are your names?"
"I'm Jane," I pointed to myself, "That's Rachel and Anna."
"Thank you very much girls," Tom smirked, before being yanked down the stairs after his brother. Tom's baggy clothes might be alright to sleep in, but Tom's skinny jeans and sequined shirt are probably uncomfortable! I ran to the laundry, grabbing some of Rachel's older brother's pajamas (He was at a friends for the week) and tossed them down the stairway.
"PAJAMAS!" I yelled.
"DANKE!" Bill and Tom yelled back. I smiled at their hot-twin-simlutantiousness
"Good thinking," Anna tossed a raspberry in her mouth before shoving the container back into the refrigerator.
"Thanks, I figured that leather would be uncomfortable to sleep in," I grimaced. Bill wore some of the strangest clothes.
"We need to call their manager," I said, leaning my chin on my hand. Anna and Rachel nodded sadly.
"Like Bill said," I added, "In the morning."
The three of us dragged our tired bodies up the stairs, and crashed into our sleeping bags, Rette Mich playing quietly from the stereo.