A/N: Totally forgot to include the A/N in here, lulzey. Oops. Oh well, here it is, in any case. Chapter four is where things start to actually get interesting, so that's fun for you guys. Not much to say. Read, review!

Disclaimer: I do not own, manage, produce, stalk, or otherwise call Tokio Hotel, including the sexy Kaulitz twins (did you know it's pronounced Cow-litz? lulz) my own.

"In the name of everyone that I love," Amanda said hoarsely, her voice coming out husky, lower than usual – which was saying something. She noticed that as she spoke, as she shifted, Tom's eyes – in fact, his whole expression – registered subtle interest. It didn't escape Amanda's notice, and more, it snapped her out of the shock, and before she could stop herself, she heard herself say, "See something you like, Tom?"

The boys looked taken aback – all four of them. Tom's eyebrows rose and he looked at Bill, who looked back at him, and then the two twins looked behind themselves at Georg and Gustav, who shrugged. And then the group broke out into grins, and Tom spoke. "Maaaaaybe. Who might you be?"

"Tom. We're on our way OUT. Flirt. Later." This was Bill, giving him a push, and Amanda's eyebrows rose. "Uh, excuse ME, Bill. But YOU'RE kind of in MY way." Tongue in cheek, Amanda eyed him up and down in her classic I-don't-take-bullshit-from-anyone. Not-even-international-superstars.

"Woah, there," Tom said hastily, subtly – or not so much, really – stepping in front of Bill as his twin's face registered shock, then anger and insult. "We don't mean anything. Uh…?"

Amanda laughed. "Amanda," she provided with raised eyebrows and a sardonic smile. She grabbed her bags and cocked at eyebrow at the group, who looked at each other and moved to the side – except for Bill. She centered on him, biting her tongue – and when did she ever do that? – but she didn't have to hold herself back for long. Tom reached forward and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him aside. Amanda walked forward, debating with herself as to how much she wanted to fuck with them – especially Tom. Finally she gave in, and as they stepped into the elevator, she called, "Room seven-oh-two, if you care."

She walked down the hall, not looking back as the doors to the elevator closed, finding her room and unlocking the door, pushing it open and walking in. She scoped the place – two beds (she didn't know why) – a dresser, TV, small refrigerator, microwave, bathroom… Overall it was a classy place, but not overmuch for her planned length of stay. Amanda threw her bags into the corner by the dresser, stared at the bed for a moment, then pulled her iPod out of her pocket. 5:45. She hesitated, and then remembered one thing, and pulled out her phone, flipping the keyboard and hitting Georgia's name.

"In Germany." She paused, lingering over the keys as she debated. Did she want to tell Georgia that she'd met Tokio Hotel? Georgia knew that Amanda didn't lie, so she'd end up NOT getting her nap, being kept up by the constant buzzing of her phone as Georgia interrogated her. No… She would tell her, but not until later. She added, "Sleep now," sent the message, and closed her phone.

She collapsed on the bed, but barely five seconds later – or so she believed, but it was definitely a record for Georgia – she got a response. "Alright. Thanks for the text. Try to sleep all night, so that you won't end up nocturnal.

"Mhm." Amanda pulled the phone away from her ear, hit end, and almost slammed it on the nightstand. And then she went to sleep.

*Bang. Bang. Bang.*

Pause.

*Bang. Bang. Bang.*

"Hel-loooo? Uh, Amanda?"

Amanda groaned and rolled over, scrubbing her hand across her face. "Please go away. I don't want room service, thanks though," she called, not registering the fact that whoever it was knew her name.

There was laughter outside her door – one person, one deep-voiced person with a German accent. "It's not room service, uh, Amanda. It's… uh, Tom. Tom Kaulitz? From Tokio Hotel? We, uh, met earlier?"

Slowly Amanda's eyes opened, and she stared at the ceiling above her. "If this is a booty call, you can go bang on some other chick's… haha, door," she replied, yawning violently and stretching as she reluctantly realized she was now awake. Damn the fact that she woke quickly.

"It's not a… HA… booty call… yet," he replied, and she could almost hear the wink. Smirking, she rolled out of bed, and without so much as glancing at herself in the mirror, she walked to the door and opened it. Standing outside was just one person – Tom Kaulitz, in the flesh, eyes going wide as he checked her out. "What?" she asked, looking down at herself. She didn't see anything wrong. "Nothing," he replied, and she raised an eyebrow. Oh, she could already see how she could corrupt him.

"In that case, come back later. I'm SLEEPing." She turned, prepared to slam the door in his face, but he caught it and pushed his way in. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised, but she allowed him to come in. "Close the door behind you." She caught the eyebrow wiggle he gave her, and she chuckled, shaking her head. "That implies NOTHING."

"Of COURSE it doesn't, sweetheart," he replied, and did as she said. Amanda went over to her bed and sat down, crossing her legs and putting the soles of her feet together. Tom sat down on the other bed across from her and simply watched her, until she finally got sick of the – almost – awkward silence.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm just trying to figure out why you're not… you know, fawning over me, asking me for my autograph, et cetera et cetera. And why you felt the urge to piss my brother off."

Amanda yawned and chuckled at the same time, stretching backward. "Because that's not my style. I don't fawn over people, no matter how famous they are. And I didn't feel the need to piss your brother off – it just happened."

Amanda pulled her iPod out of her pocket and checked the time. Holy shit. 11 PM. Of course, she DID feel better – she was still feeling the time change, but she wasn't lagging so bad. She looked up at Tom, who tilted his head, then raised his eyebrows slowly, and smiled slowly. His eyebrows lowered, and Amanda gulped. Willpower, girl. "Tom, I can all but read your mind. No. N, O. I'm not like that, sorry."

"In that case, Amanda… Me, Bill, and the G's are having a pre-show party. I'm sure you know there's a concert tomorrow..?" He trailed off, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Of course I know that, Tom. I'll be there, second row, seat 72."

He grinned. "Great. Well, anyways, we're having a pre-show party. My room. Right… now, pretty much, as soon as they get back with the eats, and… the drinks," he grinned, eyebrows wiggling.

Amanda laughed. "I don't drink with people I don't know, sorry." He shrugged.

"It's cool. Anyways… You're invited, if you'd like."

"Well, I was planning on checking out Germany tomorrow morning, NOT staying up all night partying…" She hesitated, and Tom hit her with a puppy-dog look. She cocked an eyebrow. "Cute, Tom, but I don't fall for those. But I will go."

He grinned a quick grin, and her stomach did a flip-flop. Oh boy, he hadn't even really tried to hit her with anything yet, and he could grin at her and have her almost at his feet? The night would be… interesting.

Tom stood up and reached for her hand, but she shook her head and stood up. "What room? I need to change into something not wrinkly and… shit. Don't expect me dressed up, honey, but I'd rather NOT look like I slept in this."

Tom nodded. "Room seven-thirty. I'll be in there, waiting."

"Uh-huh. They better ALL show up before I get there, or shortly after, Tom."

He grinned his lightning grin at her once more and walked to the door, exiting on his own. Amanda watched him leave, then sat back down suddenly, pressing her hand to her heart. "Holy, mother fucking, flying shit. I am going to a private party with Tokio Hotel. Holy flipping shit."

She was halfway through typing a message to Georgia when she closed her phone. If she texted her now and told her… Georgia would never leave her alone until she let her talk to one of them, or until she sent her a picture of one of them. Instead she went to her bag and opened it, pulling out a new pair of jeans and a tank top and shirt. She pulled off her jeans and put on a new pair, then pulled off her shirt and tank top and put on new ones. She looked into the mirror, took her hair out of its ponytail, brushed it, and pulled it back again, then grabbed her room key and put it in her pocket, along with her phone.

Amanda walked out the door and headed to room 730, not quite sure what she was doing – only that it was the chance of a lifetime.