Thank you to my reviewer lovepie123 for letting me know about the double spacing and stuff. I will try to figure out how to make it easier to read. New chappie up! Enjoy!


When I woke up I noticed two things, I was in a lot of pain and I was still in wet clothes; never a good sign.

I moved my head and groaned trying to get my surroundings. As I looked around I realized that I was lying in a bathtub with a lady kneeling next to me. Through my blurry eyes I stared at her in amazement. My angel, I thought groggily, you look just like my mother. She did to, black hair straight as nails, a white freckled face, big brown eyes and a slender figure.

"Honey, are you alright?" she asked bending over me and blinking her eyes nervously.

My mouth fell open at the sound of her voice and my own voice caught in my throat. "Your eye is a lovely shade of blue." She said quietly trying to find out why I wasn't speaking. I swallowed and wet my lips, "Thanks, I think….." I realized how shaky my voice sounded and tried to steady it. "Good, you can talk. I was worried that you were hurt badly because it isn't like we have an ambulance 20,000 feet in the air or something for a girl that attacks security in front of paparazzi and screaming fan girls." She said sounding annoyed. I bit back a retort then laughed or rather croaked, as I did so. She reminded me so much of my mother.

"What's so funny?" she demanded her smile turning down at the corners. "You….. You sound just like my mother when she was mad at me." I said, sudden tears filling my eyes. She smiled again and patted my shoulder, "Well it doesn't help that we were identical twins love. I'm your Aunt Elizabeth, I prefer Liz though."

I stared in amazement, my mom had a twin? Why didn't she tell me? What else didn't she tell me? Suddenly thoughts stared winging themselves around my head and my head responded, reminding me that I had just gotten a severe beating by giving me a headache that made me feel like I had just rammed into Mount Everest. "Ow….." I moaned, "Not only will I feel this tomorrow, I am feeling it now." Aunt Liz nodded her head, "Well next time don't pick a fight with security and you'll be fine." I nodded gently, "Lesson number one, fighting with security equals pain for your head."

We laughed quietly and she looked at me. "We need to get you out of those dirty, torn and wet clothes and into something dry," she said. I gingerly lifted my head and looked at her. "Do you think I can get up?" I asked. "We'll see!" She said cheerfully and grabbed my arm, pulling me up slowly. The room spun for a minute but then the toilet stopped moving and I was good. "You ok?" she asked, "Yeah I'm fine." I said making sure the toilet was stationary. "Well get your bag and get some dry clothes on." She said her hand on the door knob. "Wait, I, ah, don't have any other clothes." I said embarrassed. "Oh," she said and was quiet for a minute. "I'll find you something from the boy's wardrobe." She said beaming.

I was momentarily confused, "What boys?" I asked. She rolled her eyes, "Tokio Hotel? The band I work for? The cause of the heavy duty security guards, cameras and screaming fan girls?" "Oh," I muttered, upset that we weren't alone on this trip. I wanted to get to know Aunt Liz and now I could because we were traveling with a group of guys on a private jet plane.

Great, I thought, just vonderful, as a German would say it.

She grabbed my arm again and pulled me out the door and into a small hallway muttering. "Between Bill's shopping sprees and Tom's baggy pants, there are enough clothes to cloth a small village in Africa, it's shameful." She shook her head. "Are you sure they won't mind?" I asked, not wanting to inconvenience them at all. "Psh, If they know that there is something missing I'll be surprised." She said, then thought twice about it. "Hey guys, do you mind if I let Lilly borrow some clothes for now?" laughter and a chorus of no's came from halfway across the plane. Liz smiled and waved me over, "See? I told you they wouldn't miss them."

We came out of the small hallway and into another one, this one with two beds on either side and into another room, this one was large with couches and a closet. Liz opened the closet and pulled out some bags. She dug into one of the large ones and started pulling out clothes then she tore into another bag. This went on for a few minutes until a black and red shirt that said Tokio Hotel ,Scream and baggy jeans came flying out along with some bracelets. I ducked quickly avoiding being hit with a belt just in time. Liz came out, her hair disheveled and slightly out of breathe, but she smiled. "Use those for now then you and I will go shopping when we get to Germany and get some clothes for you ok?" I questioned her about the bracelets and she shrugged, "He doesn't need them."

She winked and led me back into the bathroom to change. I slipped the shirt over my head and put on the jeans with the belt. I looked in the mirror and stared at my hair. It looked like it was drying into my nicely formed curls with no frizz thank God. I sighed and slipped the bracelets on and took one last look. The jeans made me look like a female wangster and the shirt was a little tight but otherwise I didn't look to bad. I opened the door and stepped out into the hallway where Liz was waiting, my bare feet sticking out from underneath the baggy pants.

"Ok," she said, sounding happy, "It's time to meet the guys, let's go!"

I had no idea how much that sentence would change my life.


CLIFF HANGERRR!! LOL I hope that was easier to read! Please review, it means the world to me! :)