The Discovery

I patted the top of my dependable little Chrysler Neon fondly before weaving my way through the jungle of cars in the parking lot outside the concert hall. My body was practically buzzing from excitement the closer I got to the main entrance, so I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. As I manoeuvred my way around a massive gas guzzling hummer someone had taken the liberty of parking across three spaces, I halted abruptly and winced. I could hear the screaming mass of teenage fangirls waiting around the corner and had to sternly remind myself just WHO had invited me to this event in the first place. I smirked; yes, the benefits of going to this concert FAR outweighed the pounding headache I would be going home with. I stumbled slightly on the uneven pavement as I noticed that my thoughts were taking me down a FAR from innocent path. Ooook definitely DON`T need to go there...i`m probably not even going to get to see any of the band ANYway, so just...get your mind out of the gutter Ari and watch where the hell you`re going! I shook my head roughly to drag myself out of my thoughts. I knew how clumsy I could be so was utterly grateful that I managed to smuggle the red flats I was wearing out of the apartment without Lene seeing. She would have had my head if she knew I messed with her perfect outfit, but seeing as how the chance of me being able to walk in a pair of 5 inch stilettos was next to none...

I let out a deep breath and began to advance through the crowd, inexpertly avoiding the young girls moving like cattle toward the large entranceway. I had almost managed to make it through to the smaller sidedoor I assumed was for backstage pass holders, when the screaming started. I looked around thinking a fight had broken out when I was shoved hard from behind into the mass of girls in front of me. I shouted in surprise and tried to break free, but it was like being tossed against an immovable, screaming, wall. I was just about to give up and go with the flow when I tripped over someone or something. A soft gasp escaped me as I started to fall towards the pavement and I threw my palms out in front of me bracing for impact; only to land on something... soft?

My eyes widened in shock and flew upwards, I was sure that I had been about to smack into concrete, however that was definitely not concrete I was clinging onto. In fact, it was more like a chest. A male chest in fact; a very nicely muscled one that also happened to be wearing incredibly …baggy …clothing. As my brain began to function again, it hit me; I had been pushed right out of the terrifying mosh pit behind me. I was no longer being poked, prodded or pushed...well, except by a bulge in this man's BAGGY CLOTHING? OMG OMG OMG, please don't be Tom, please don't be Tom! I could feel my heart beating in my chest, getting faster and faster every second as I glanced up...Right into the chocolate brown eyes of a certain dreadlocked Kaulitz boy. Well honey, you've done it now. At least you can die happy before the obsessive fangirls start fighting over who gets to gouge your eyes out first,I thought sarcastically. I looked up into the smirking face of the man that managed to charm a different girl into his bed almost every night, and managed a polite smile over my grimace, before slowly extricating myself from his arms.

"Thank you" I said in the most sincere voice I could manage.

"Aren't you even going to tell me your name?" He asked in a throaty voice, that signature smirk stamped on his face. The guy was even doing that infuriatingly sexy lip ring thing, curse him.

"Arianna!" I glanced around in surprise as I heard my name. I looked toward the source and noticed Georg standing there with a smile on his face.

"So you managed to find someone that was interested after all!" He smiled even wider as he walked towards me and put an arm around my waist. I smiled in response, and gave him a wink.

"Yeah I managed, and call me Ari." I noticed him giving me the once over.

"You like?" I asked with a flirty smile.

"Oh yeah, I can't believe how DIFFERENT you look, it's hot!" He grinned and I couldn't help but laugh at how serious he sounded.

"Aren't you going to introduce us Georg? I would LOVE to meet your friend," came a familiar voice from behind me. The sarcasm was not lost on me, but I decided to ignore it and the strangely angry expression on Tom's face.

"Arianna Jackson; nice to meet you," I said as I held out my hand. I smiled slightly as he took it. He's totally only doing this because the camera's are on.I laughed to myself as I noticed the glare he was giving his band mate. Georg just laughed as he took my hand from Tom's and led me up the space the body guards had cleared for the boy's, ignoring all the questions about who I am and what I'm doing with them.

"We have to go on right away, but I can show you where the people with the backstage passes go." He told me with a smile that seemed only partially meant for the cameras.

"After the show we have a meet and greet but if you're up for it you can drop by the hotel room and we can hang out, I promise I'll protect you from Tom's groping," He said with a laugh and a wink and we both heard the annoyed grunt from behind us.

"I'd love to!" I told him in what I hoped wasn't too eager a voice, and he handed me the hotel name and number of their room on a slip of paper.

"We'll be there about 45 minutes after the show is over. That door over there is where you go with your pass. Have fun Ari, and I'll see you after!" He gave my hand a squeeze before pushing me in the direction of the door he just pointed out. I could still feel where his hand touched my back as I walked over to the big body guard standing with his arms across his chest.

"Pass miss?" I shuddered as I realized I would definitely not want to get on the wrong side of this fellow. I pulled my pass out of my bra, earning an eyebrow raise from the big guy and handed it to him. He checked it over, and opened the door for me.

"You're free to go in," he said with the vaguest hint of a grin on his otherwise stern looking face. I smiled brightly at him and walked into the backstage area. At first I couldn't see anything, my eyes still adjusting to the light, but as it slowly came into view I had to admit I was impressed. It was a large room with black curtains that I'm guessing would open to the main stage when the performance started so that there would be a perfect view of the band. There was a large table with every kind of cookie, fruit, and pastry you could imagine, plus 3 big punch bowls filled with a red liquid that looked like kool aid. I laughed to myself at the thought, who would have thought that rock stars would love kool aid! I walked over and picked up a strawberry glancing around at the other people in the room. There looked to be about 20 other people, most of them young girls around the age of 15 or 16 giggling with their friends with bright excited eyes. I noticed a few women my age, but they seemed to be mostly escorting the younger girls. Not surprisingly there were no guys, except for the body guards.

I started as the lights went completely out and looked around as the curtains were being drawn back by some mechanical machine. I noticed a spot right beside the curtains that would be perfect for blocking out the audience and getting a good view of the band. I walked over and leaned back against the wall as I saw the guys come out onto the stage. Always the performer, Bill started shouting out the usual greetings to the crowd, while Georg and Gustav waved and Tom just stood there with his signature smirk on his face. Bill picked a spot right at the front of the stage and started into their song Scream. Luckily they had set up a 5 foot barrier around the whole stage so nobody could start trying to rip his clothes off, although even I had to admit it would be very tempting with his sexy outfit and wild hair.

I started nodding along to the music and singing along when he got to the chorus, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Tom was not watching the crowd. He was staring directly at me. Startled at first I just stared back, but when I didn't look away he started smirking and then he WINKED at me. My instant reflex was to put on my own smile and wink right back, which looked to startle him for some reason. Fortunately for the crowd he knew these songs by memory and his playing remained flawless. We must have stood there staying at each other for about 5 minutes before I realized what I was doing and blushed. He seemed to notice that and his smirk grew wider, and for a second it seemed like we were the only two people there.

As soon as I realized that I had just had such a disgustingly corny thought, I stuck my tongue out at him and went to get some food, blushing the whole way. Chickening out, I stuck close to the food table for the rest of the performance, since it was a spot where Tom would really have to turn to see me. Engaging in a staring competition with the hottest member of the band probably wasn't earning me a lot of brownie points with the fan girls inhabiting the area. After about 45 minutes the band announced there would be an intermission, and the curtain went back down. I breathed a sigh of relief, sure that Tom would have forgotten about that little incident by now, and walked over to the girl's washroom.

As I entered, I noticed that it was completely devoid of people. Odd, I thought to myself... Ahhh well, a moment of privacy will be nice; being glared at for 45 minutes straight is a tad unnerving. I rolled my eyes at the thought, the little fan girls get so jealous when someone gets even the slightest bit of attention from a band member. I can't imagine what it must be like to be one of their girlfriends!I sighed at the thought, not really sure if I would mind the jealous tweens if it meant being a girlfriend to one of them. I laughed at my foolishness and opened the stall. I walked over to the sink to wash my hands, and for some reason, had that nervous feeling you get when it feels like someone is watching you. I shrugged it off, sure that I was being paranoid, and rubbed the soap into my hands.

As I shook my hands out and went to grab some paper towel, I noticed a shadow in the corner. I had taken some self defence classes back in my first year of college after some third year got it into his head that he "wanted" me, so I knew what to do in this situation. I walked almost all the way up to the person still pretending I didn't know they were there, and then quickly punched them in the stomach with my fist and pushed them onto the floor. I was breathing hard now from nervousness and exertion, but I put my foot on the edge of their…BAGGY CLOTHES! OMG WHAT THE FUCK IS TOM KAULITZ DOING SPYING ON ME IN THE GIRLS WASHROOM?I let out a gasp of surprise and bent down to make sure he was still breathing.

"TOM, TOM! Are you okay? I'm so sorry, wait why am I saying I'm sorry; you should be the one saying you're sorry! What the fuck were you doing?" When I didn't get an answer, I started to panic.

"Shit, shit, shit. Okay breathe girl. It will be fine. Just remember your CPR." It helped to hear my voice so I talked myself through the steps and leaned in to give him mouth to mouth. Something inside me snapped as I saw his lips twitch,

"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! YOU SELFISH ARROGANT PIG! I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD OR SOMETHING!" I was breathing heavily now and was just about to slap him when his hand came up to grab mine and he pulled me towards him.

"You talk too much," was all I heard before his mouth closed over mine. I couldn't help but moan as his wet tongue traced the outline of my lips, which gave him the opening he needed to slip inside. All thought left my head as I felt his tongue stroking mine, and my response was automatic. Our tongues battled for dominance, and the cool feeling of the metal of his lip ring rubbing against my lips left me panting in desire. His hands slipped to the back of my head and hip and he used his body to flip us over so I was on the floor. His legs spread mine and he laid himself flat against me, using his hands to support most of his weight, as he ground his hips into mine. I let out a loud moan as his talented tongue found my neck and he started sucking. His hand found my breast and started kneading it through the thin cloth of my bra. Wait...bra, not dress AND bra, just BRA?

I finally managed to get my incoherent thoughts together, and the realization of what was going on fully seeped through my lust filled brain. I pushed him off, hard, and he fell on the cool tile of the bathroom floor with a dull thud. I slowly pulled my dress back up, as he watched me with those seductive brown eyes of his, not saying a word. I stood up and looked in the mirror, running a hand through my mussed hair and a finger over my bruised lipstick stained lips until I looked mostly normal again. Get a grip on yourself Ari! Just because he starts molesting you in the women's bathroom does NOT mean you're supposed to start moaning and humping him back!I shook my head and took a deep breath to clear my head before turning around to face him. A sudden idea struck me and I slowly extended my hand to help him up. He was smirking as he reached up to grab my hand so I gave him a slow, seductive smile and pulled him up. Then I proceeded to slap him with my other hand as hard across his arrogant cheek as I possibly could. After all HE was the one spying on me in the bathroom, I reasoned to myself.

"Fuck, OW!" was all I heard as I turned and stormed out of the bathroom. I hurried over toward the exit, but didn't make it fast enough as I saw Georg rushing over with one eye toward the bathroom where Tom must be appearing, and one towards my slightly red face and tight lipped expression.

"What did he do?" He looked furious, so I edited.

"He tried to kiss me, don't worry it's nothing." I managed a small smile as I said this, trying to get rid of the sense of guilt I felt for enjoying it, but it must not have come out very convincing as he turned around and stomped towards Tom. I walked as fast as I could without running after him, trying not to bring any more attention to this little scene than there already was. I could already see the body guards looking at each other, trying to decide if they needed to interfere or not. I grabbed Georg's arm lightly and made him look at me.

"Please. Don't." I asked with a pleading expression. He stared hard at me for a few seconds before nodding and walking back towards the main stage area. I turned to face Tom, who had a furious face almost matching Georg's earlier one, walking towards me. I waited until he was right in front of me about to speak before I spoke.

"Tell him NOTHING, and do not EVER touch me like that again." I stated in the most lethal, but quiet voice I could manage, adding a death glare on top of it that seemed to get the message across. When he nodded reluctantly, and his face settled into a stony expression, I smiled suddenly and squeezed his arm.

"Good, we're cool then!" I ignored his look of shocked surprise and waved at Georg in reassurance with a big smile on my face that only lasted until I turned around and saw no one looking at me. I slowly walked over to the food bar, half expecting Tom to follow me and let out a sigh of relief as I saw him retreat to the main stage still looking like a deer caught in the headlights. I don't think I could have kept up the act of being fine with everything if Tom had wanted to talk again. I looked over my shoulder, and noticed him arguing with Georg. Ahh well, at least they aren't fist fighting; now they're just two idiot males arguing about some idiot male thing.A sudden thought hit me as I remember Georg's livid face when he saw the state I was in. Was he...protecting me? A slow smile lit my face that stayed with me through the entire performance as I thought about my little discovery.