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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I don't see why I still do…or have Bill do my make-up if I can't go out into public. Well, I can but I have to dropped of where no one can see me getting off the bus. I hate waiting! Once I freaked out and cussed everyone out. Man, that was a chaotic week, I feel bad for Georg, he was gone the whole day and when he got back, well, lets just say he had a few bruises. Luckily all I have to do is wait one more day.
"there your eyeliner's on" Bill said moving out of the way so I could see the mirror. I had kind of adopted his way of doing my make-up, and his old hair style. Now he has that lion mane/palm tree like hair, which I find adorable.
"great! Now for the hair" I said taking a step so that he could stand behind me. I took the liberty of making his hair the way it is straightened but still a bit puffy as my hair style. And everyone knows how he doesn't like people taking his style or dressing like him, but for some reason he made an exception on my part since I his 'little sister.'
"oh that's why I smell hairspray, I knew it…hey Georg I was right! Their doing their hair!" Tom yelled as he came into shot in the mirror, that's when both Bill and I glared at him.
"heh…yeah I'm going to go now"
"okay, Ashley, regular, or something…different?" Bill asked as he started brushing my hair. Hmm, different…
"how so different?" I asked messing with all the hair products.
"like…straightened more, or up or curled?"
"not curled…up? No it'll leave a bump in my hair…just the regular Bill"
"alright"
"alright guys in another hour and a half minutes we'll be at the studio for the interview about the new album" stupid manager said as Bill started with the hairspray, causing me to endlessly cough.
"sorry, just hold your breathe" he continued with the spray. I know he hates gel but co-*cough* come on this is ridi-*cough* ridiculous.
"okay dude to much spray! your killing us!" Georg yelled as he passed the bathroom. I just coughed more, not even bothering to say its not our fault like usual because if I did, I would end up swallowing more fumes.
"just keep walking" I heard Bill yelled back as he set the spray bottle down, finally!
"Finally I can breathe again!" I said gasping for air man I hate that stuff. Sometimes I wish I could invent a hairspray that wouldn't make people choke of nasty fumes.
"there good to go" he chirped as I checked my hair. I smiled at m- I mean his work! Now how long until we get to that studio? I walked out of the bathroom leaving Bill behind and to find Mr. Bossy Manager Guy. Man, I don't even know his name! Steve…Gregor?
"hey…uh,…you! When are we arriving at the studio?" I said tapping him on his shoulder.
"we'll be there soon! Oh, and it's David, remember that" oh so that's his name…he locks like Gunter. I nodded and sat down at the small table and stared out the window watching other cars go buy. Hmm, oh look! Padiddle! Oh but I'm to tired to try and reach the top of this bus. Punch buggy blue! Well there's no one sitting next to me, can't play that.
"hey look out the window!" Tom said as he jumped into the seat next to me. I did as told and saw a Red Ferrari with "We Love Tokio Hotel!" written ALL over it. I saw a sheepish smile on Tom's face appear when two girls started honking the car's horn. I rolled my eyes as they rolled their windows down.
"quick get down!" bill said as he basically pushed my head down.
"okay first, OW! And second let go of me because your breaking my neck!" I said irritated by having my face slammed on the table.
"sorry, but they aren't supposed to see you" he said sitting next to Tom. He saw Tom's smirk and sighed. I rolled my eyes again while shaking my head disappointingly.
"I know that but you needn't break my neck!" I'm pretty sure I'm going to be soar in the morning. I watched as Tom winked out the window and Bill smacking his cap off. How I was babysat by these two and still turned out normal I'll never know. Oh, what am I kidding! I'm not normal, I'm a bilingual Hispanic mix of both Tom and Bill! Born in LA to live there for a year, only to moving to Germany and growing up there. Speaking Spanish, English, and German and wearing black tight/baggy clothes! Now tell me that's not normal!
"hmm…~Womanizer, woman-womanizer, oh you're a womanizer, oh you're a womanizer baby~!" I started singing Britney Spears' Womanizer. I tried so hard not to laugh when Bill joined in and Tom's face expression.
"~you-you-you are, you-you-you are, Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer, womanizer. Who you tryin' to front, I-I know just who you a-a-are!~" Bill and I continued singing trying not to laugh even if we were dying of laughter on the inside. Tom's face was getting more and more irritated.
"alright the girls are gone! Care to stop?" he said slouching down in his chair. Bill and I stopped and let the laughter out. I could've sworn I heard Tom mutter something about Bill and me being Bill's mini-me.
"s-sorry! I-sorry!" oh great here comes the laughing fit. I hate laughing fits they make my stomach hurt.
"alright guys! We have arrived at the studio!" David announced all three of us sprung up. Bill went to shut the blinds at the back of the bus, Tom the front, and I hid in my bunk. This is going to be the last time I have to hide! I can't wait til' tomorrow!
