Georg pulled into the strange driveway carefuly. He didn't know what was on Leah's lawn and he didn't want to find out by having to pull it out from under his tires.

Natasha had her head on his shoulders. She looked at him but made no effort to lift herself up. "We should go in. Ella is going to wonder about the weird car just sitting here.

"I'm actually scared of meeting her." Georg mumbled.

"That's because you know she's a fan." Natasha pointed out correctly.

Georg put his hand on Tasha's cheek. "How about we just spend the night in the car?"

"You know we can't." Natasha lifted her head, taking it out of Georg's grasp.

"Sadly." He reached back for his bag. "Well then, lets go in."

Natasha told Georg to wait outside for a second and he happily agreed. Natasha slipped inside and went looking for Ella. She found her on the couch in the basement. She was watching a movie she had brought with her. "The Rocky road picture show." And while it made Ella insanely happy, Natasha found the film utterly creepy.

"Hey." Ella said as Natasha sat on the couch beside her best friend.

"Hey. So Leah called me and said that we couldn't stay alone all night."

"I know. She called about five minutes ago. Whose spending the night with us?" Ella hadn't taken her eyes off the screen once, but she would soon.

Natasha let out a shakey breath. "Before I tell you, you have to promise me not to act weird."

Ella sent a glare towards her friend out of the corner of her eye. "Weird?"

"Ells, that's not what I meant. He's famous and you know who he is." Ella went to speak. "Not Marilyn Manson." Natasha said before Ella could say it. "You think if I knew HIM, I would tell you?"

"Probably, seeing as you put up with me babbling about him."

"Yeah, just like you put up with MINE about Tokio Hotel." That was the perfect way to tell Ella, Natasha thought. "Speaking of them, I know one of them pretty closely."

Ella's neck snapped towards Tasha as she said this. "And whose staying with us, Natasha?" Ella rarely called her that, it was always Tasha. That name was only used when Ella needed, and wanted, an answer NOW!

"Georg Listing..." Natasha smiled sweetly at her friend. Ella said nothing. "Ella?" Still nothing. "Ells?"

"He's sexy." was all she said. Natasha didn't know weather or not she meant Georg or the guy on the screen. "Georg." Ella filled.

Natasha went closer to her friend. "Careful tiger, he is ACTUALLY mine now."

Ella's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe that her best friend was dating GEORG LISTING! "I love you Ells!" Natasha hugged her friend.

"Sure." She sighed. "Fine, no being 'weird'"

Natasha clapped and exited the basement in order to tell Georg he could come in. When he did, Natasha took the bag from his hand and chucked it on the nearest piece of furniture. "I hope there was nothing fragile in there."

"You better. Where's Ella?"

"Are you still scared, you big baby?" Natasha had to stand on her tip-toes so she could wrap her arms around him.

"No."

"Good." Natasha seemed to glide over to the basement door. "Are you coming up?" She hollored to Ella.

"Maybe after the movie." was the simple reply she got.

Natasha shrugged. "Fine with me."

Georg was suddenly behind her. "Come here."

Natasha was pressed against the wall. Georg had lifted her a bit so their bodies were alighned. She wrapped her legs around Georg.

"Yes?" She asked playfully.

"Nothing." Georg answered.

Georg dotted Natasha's face with kisses. She giggled and pushed his head away. Georg held Natasha tightly and pulled her away from the wall, making the only thing holding her up, him. She flung her arms around him and squeezed. If he dropped her, he would get it.

"Am I not heavy?" Tasha asked Georg.

"Nope." He said as he almost dropped her on the couch.

Georg climbed on after and smiled down at her. Natasha grabbed his head and devoured his mouth. He grinned and kissed back just as hard. He decided to try a french kiss. It was something new because Georg had been to worried about what she would do if he did. He pressed his body flush against hers, making her open her mouth in a gasp.

This was a chance he would probably not get again for along time. Georg's tongue quickly invaded Natasha's mouth and he felt her eyelashes flutter along his cheeks as she probably opened them in surprise.

Natasha jumped as a Tokio Hotel song cut into her blissed out head. Georg pulled back and looked at her in confusion. A low sounding growl made it's way up her throat.

"I'm about one step away from flushing that thing down the freakin' toilet." Natasha said. Georg slid off and settled behind her. She picked up the white phone and another growl formed quickly. "And HE will follow shortly after."

Georg took the phone away from her and looked at it. 'Jack' was what the caller ID identified. "Can I answer it?" He asked.

"Knock yourself out." She replied. The couch was just big enough so she and Georg could lay next to each other. She snuggled up to Georg as he pushed the talk button on her phone.

"Hello. Natasha's phone." He heard a giggle erupt from where Tasha was.

"Is Natasha there?" The kid on the other end asked.

"Not for you."

"You don't like me do you, Listing?" Georg found it funny that the kid knew his last name. He didn't seem like he would be a tokio hotel fan.

"It's not that." Georg told the boy. He looked down at Natasha. You could tell by her face that she had retreated to the back of her mind. She did that alot. "I'm just cautious of Natasha."

"Do you think I'm going to hurt her or something?"

"No, but still."

"Whatever. I'll just call back later." Jack then hung up.

Georg snorted. "I'm going to get dressed." He crawled over Tasha and she whined at the loss of contact.

"Sleep in your jeans..."

"Nah." Georg grabbed his bag from the chair it had landed on. He took his phone and Natasha's, which he still had in his hand, and put it on the table beside the couch. He bolted upstairs and into the nearest bathroom.

While Georg was up there, Ella made herself known. "Where's Georg?" She asked.

"Getting dressed." Natasha answered. She looked up and saw the mischevous grin on the other girl's face.

"Omigod Ella! I mean he's getting his Pjamas on. You know? Changing from day clothes to night clothes?" Ella just let out a small laugh and disappeared into the kitchen. Natasha got up to follow her and Georg's phone rang.

'I shouldn't.' Tasha thought to herself. But she did anyway, picking up the sleek cell and looking at the ID. She almost screamed when she saw the name. 'Kathline.' She shoved the phone down her shirt and dragged Ella with her to the basement.

When they got down, Natasha made sure the door was locked. She settled on the sofa and waited for the device to stop ringing, and when it did, a voicemail came through. She hoped so. She dialed the voicemail number.

"What are you doing? Georg's going to get pissed." Ella panicked, which was rare so Natasha knew he might.

Natasha shook the thought out of her head and listened as Kathline's squeak of a voice corrupted her mind. "GEEEOORRRGGGG! I miss you! Call me soon baby, I love you!" Then she hung up.

Tasha said nothing as she returned upstairs, thankful Georg wasn't finished yet, and replaced the phone where it belonged, taking up her own. Then, she quickly retreated to her own room before Georg came out.

Natasha swore that if that moronic blonde called again, she would strangle her through the phone.

"Where's Natasha?" He asked the black-wearing girl when he presented himself downstairs.

Ella held up a finger to tell him just a sec. She had her mouth full of cereal. "I'd tell you," She said after she'd swallowed, "but you'd get mad." Georg looked at her questioningly. "You got a phone call while you were in the bathroom." Ella continued. "Why don't you check it out?"

She tapped the table in front of her and pointed to Georg's phone. He carefully picked it up and looked at the incoming calls. The most recent one was from Kathline. "Shit." He said angryly. "Did Tasha pick it up?"

"No. The person left a voicemail." Ella's response was slightly muffled because she hadn't taken the time to let the food that occupied her mouth go down.

He listened to it and let out another curse. "Where's Tasha?" he repeated.

"Most likely in her room. Third door on the left in the second-floor hallway."

Georg thanked Ella and dashed upstairs. He found Tasha's door and knocked softly.

"Go away." was the knee-jerk reaction he got.

"No. Open the door."

"No."

"Tashy, please?" Georg heard nothing for about a second, then the door opened a crack. He stepped inside and imidiately spotted her laying, facing the wall, on the bed. She must've moved fast to have gotten back to the bed without him seeing.

He sat himself down on Natasha's bed and touched her arm. She wrenched it away. "Talk to me." Georg pleaded.

There was a silence filled with dread before Natasha spoke. "What was that all about?" She demanded.

"I don't know, I swear! I don't-" Georg trailed off. He REALLY didn't know what to say. He wasn't with Kathline anymore, but he knew no matter how hard he would try to explain this to Natasha, he would end up saying something wrong. "I don't know." He repeated, " I really don't."

"Did you even listen to the voicemail?" Natasha STILL wouldn't turn to look at him.

"Yes. Obviously, Kathline has though up some diabolical plan to get me back," Georg flipped Natasha himself and pinned her down, "but she should know that it's NEVER going to happen again sooo..."

"Georg!" Natasha growled. "Let me go.."

Georg just shook his head. He was about the say something when the door was repeatedly knocked on again. "That Blonde from the Mall just walked up the driveway." Ella said from outside the closed door.

Natasha pushed Georg off her and dashed downstairs. She was determined to get Kathline away.