A/N Hellooooo there! *Waves* Just wondering if anyone is actually reading this anymore? I suppose it's not that much of an exciting story but it'd be nice to know that someone likes it lol Anyways I have decided that I'm going to make the chapters longer as I am creating way too many chapters and not getting far enough in the story .I had Reden on repeat all morning and my mom was getting so annoyed because I was singing along hehehe ….. On with the story! :D

Bree's POV

Eventually we did get to the black SUV and the very stunned driver. He was completely flabbergasted at the crowd and his eyes bugged out as we climbed into it.

"Emily Johnson?" He queried and stared at us as we finally piled into the backseat. My best friend nodded enthusiastically as she put on her seatbelt and the driver raised his eyebrows at us.

"I didn't realize that you were already a celebrity!" He remarked and pulled away from the hotel as I took off the sunglasses and looked back over my shoulder to see the crowd once again cluster around something. I could just the top of Tom's hat as he was pushed through the flock of craziness. I sighed and turned back to stare at the back of the empty passenger seat. Emily was informing the poor driver on everything excitedly. Bill, who was sitting in the middle, put his hand on mine and I looked up to him. He gave me a small smile and I could tell that he was worried about me. I just nodded my head and smiled as best as I could to reassure him. It must have been good enough because he didn't ask any questions, just looked out the window at the passing city. I felt my jacket pocket buzz and I reached into it to retrieve my phone.

One new message from Tom.

Tom- Are you ok?

Me- Yeah im ok. how r u?

Tom- im alive lol im really sorry that i wasnt there. I love you

A smile subconsciously spread across my face as I read the message and I could feel Bill reading my text over my shoulder. He shook his head and laughed lightly as I hit send. I turned my head to him still wearing my goofy grin.

"What? It's sweet!" I said shrugging my shoulders and Bill snorted loudly.

"Sweet? More like corny!" We both laughed together and I started to feel a lot better. At least I get to be hounded by the paparazzi with four amazing guys and my best friend! You know how they say that everyone wants to be famous? Well, I can tell you, it doesn't look so appealing now! Especially seeing as Emily and I are probably going to start getting death threats and stuff. Eh, don't waste your time thinking about it. Just chill out and have as much fun as possible. See, I can speak wise words sometimes! The journey wasn't long and the driver soon pulled up out the front of a very modern looking three story building. The outside was grey with two huge windows on each floor and a bright pink sign that caught my eye. The name was written in big, bold, white letters; Ultimate Casting-Agentur.

"Danke schon!" Emily chirped and quickly unfastened her seatbelt. I nodded and smiled at the young man before opening the door and climbing out. I examined the area, noticing that we were no longer in the center of Berlin, but somewhere on the outskirts. There were a couple of small shops and businesses but it looked like it was mostly apartment blocks and houses. Good, hopefully not many paparazzi know that we're here. Emily practically pushed me out of the way and shoved the door open. To say that she was excited was a gross understatement! The usually bubbly blonde was like a bloody pocket rocket; literally bouncing on every step. I gave Bill a look and he returned it; we were both surprised and a little scared. I shook my head and let out a laugh before following my bouncy friend inside the building with the singer trailing behind me. Emily was talking to the receptionist who looked rather… flustered, her long dark hair was messy and she looked really stressed out as she desperately typed on a keyboard and talked to my friend at the same time.

"Take a seat and someone will be out to get you soon." The lady forced a smile and Emily nodded enthusiastically before taking a seat on one of the two white leather three-seater couches. Bill sat in the middle again and I took my place on the end; at least I didn't have to sit in between the love birds! I picked up a magazine off the glass table and silently flipped through it, not understanding a single word seeing as it was in German. Thankfully there weren't any articles about Tokio Hotel or us girls.

"Emily Johnson?" A quiet, accented voice spoke and I looked up to see a very short girl in a knee length, bright pink A-line dress and white stilettoes. Her bleach-blonde hair was short and combed neatly. This place is one great big, tacky cliché! I glanced at Emily whose eyes were large and she had a huge, friendly smile on her face.

"That's me!" Her voice was bright and cheery and it was starting to get a tiny bit annoying. I mean, I know she's all excited and everything but I don't think they'll pick her if she doesn't take it down a notch… or 10.

"Sorry about the wait. I'll be back in five minutes to take you in, ok?" The girl informed us before turning and leaving. Emily shot up out of her seat and grabbed onto the magazine I was reading, ripping it out of my hands and throwing it onto the table.

"How do I look?" Her voice was so shaky and high pitched that I almost cringed. I looked her over and nodded slowly and approvingly. She was wearing a bright purple pencil skirt that had these cute ruffles around the bottom, a short sleeved white button down shirt and black stiletto pumps. Her hair was the only thing that I had a slight problem with.

"The hair," I frowned as I stood up and examined her tight bun, "has got to go!" I spun her around and took out the clip before she could argue, letting her long, wavy blonde hair fall down around her shoulders. I smiled as I spun her around again to face me and fixed up her hair.

"There! Not too casual, not too business-y." I put my hands on my hips and grinned proudly as she whipped out her compact to check if it was alright. A relieved smile spread across her face and she gave me a big hug before the bleach-blonde girl came back in and instructed her to follow. I gave her a reassuring smile as she turned and waved before entering a room across the large foyer. Sighing heavily, I plonked back down onto the couch next to Bill and leaned my head on his shoulder.

"Take this as a friendly warning: Emily is high maintenance and can be really difficult sometimes." I wasn't trying to be mean to my friend but she sure could be… a handful… at times and I thought that I had better warn Bill. He chuckled and shrugged my head off his shoulder.

"Well, Tom says the same thing about me so…" He let the sentence trail off as he stared at an obnoxiously bright pink pot plant.

"So you two are the perfect couple!" I laughed as I remembered the gorgeous face Tom made at breakfast and then I frowned at the memory of my stupid grin and that horrid noise that I made. He looked at me seriously and I grew a little nervous; since when was Bill so serious?

"Do you really think that?" His voice was quiet and he seemed to be reluctant to ask the question. I thought about it for a few seconds before shaking my head.

"No. You two probably aren't perfect for each other but then again who is? And I know that Emily really loves you and I can see that you do too." I smiled at him and rubbed his arm comfortingly. His face was unreadable for a while as he stared blankly at the wall and I got worried that he may not have liked what I said.

"Thank you." He turned his head suddenly and smiled down at me and a wave of relief swept over me. "Thank you for being honest. I know that we will probably clash a lot but I really do love her and I know that we'll make up in the end." His eyes shon with happiness and he grabbed my hand. I almost had to pinch myself; I was seeing a different side to Bill. I was used to the happy-go-lucky, kid-in-a-candy-store Bill and it was somewhat strange to witness him in such a serious mood.

"I have to admit something." He glanced at me wearily and his grip tightened on my hand. Uh oh. What's going on? My expression must have been as scared as my mind because Bill's face softened and he immediately explained himself.

"It's nothing bad. Well I hope not anyway," That did nothing to put my mind at ease! "But um… I kind of organized for the others to be busy today." He looked down at our joined hands and I could see the blush creeping onto his cheeks. My mind was still racing with thoughts of why he would want them to be busy. Did he want me alone? What was he going to do, rape me? A shiver went up my spine and I pulled my hand from his grip and set it down in my lap; slightly scooting further away from Bill. He noticed and held up his hands in a defensive way.

"I'm not going to do anything!" His voice squeaked and I relaxed a little. "I just wanted to get to know you better." A sheepish grin spread across his face and he looked at me hopefully. I couldn't help but laugh; laugh at my ridiculous thoughts and his obvious embarrassment.

"And you couldn't get to know me better around the others?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled lightly before shaking his head.

"Not when Tom's around; you two can't keep your hands to yourselves!" Now it was my turn to blush and blush I certainly did! I guess I hadn't realized how close we were when we're together.

"You can't talk; you and Emily just sit there staring at each other with silly grins plastered on your faces!" I punched him in the arm and tried desperately to get rid of the burning in my cheeks. I could tell he was thinking about her as he nodded his head with a distant look and a small smile playing on his lips. I wonder if kissing him is the same as kissing Tom. Holy mother of god! Where the fuck did that come from? I literally slapped myself in the face and Bill turned to look at me with a concerned expression.

"What's wrong?" He grabbed my hand and I instantly pulled it away, stuttering madly.

"Uh, uh… nothing I just uh… had a um… a fly! Yeah, yeah… a fly landed on my face and I um, tried to kill it." I smiled awkwardly and felt my face heat up. The look on his face was one of confusion, worry and amusement as I slowly scooted as far away from him as possible; practically gripping on the end of the couch for dear life. What the heck was that about? I don't like Bill! Well I mean I like Bill, but not like that! Grr stupid brain! Bill isn't that hot anyway… oh who the fuck am I kidding, he's gorgeous but Tom is so much better… right? Right! After the little discussion I had with my mind I came to the conclusion that it was just a natural thing; they are twins so you're always going to be asking yourself 'I wonder if the other twin does that?' and things like that. So, no I did not have feelings for Bill I was simply wondering if something else would be the same between them. Good logic, huh? I looked back at Bill, who was toying with a stray thread on his shirt. I could tell it was getting on his nerves as his brow furrowed and the edges of his mouth were pulled down into a frown. I couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that something so small could frustrate him so much. He looked up from the black shirt and his face softened.

"What? I'm a perfectionist!" He shrugged and went back to picking at the thread while I rolled my eyes. He'd have a field day with my ripped jeans!

Tom's POV

I was a little annoyed when Bill asked me to be busy for the morning but I didn't see the point in arguing with him, he'd probably win anyway. It wasn't completely a lie though; Jost did want to talk to me about some things so it wasn't a complete waste of time either.

"Tom, have you thought about telling the media about your… relationship?" He asked wearily and I could tell that he was stressed out. The wrinkles in his face were deeper than normal and his eyes were drooping at the edges.

"Well I have but I haven't really had a chance to talk to Bree about it. I'm not sure what she thinks though; the paparazzi seem to freak her out a lot." I thought about earlier on in the elevator and her panic attack. David sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead.

"You know that we will have to do something soon, the newspapers and magazines are going crazy with rumors and they aren't pretty either. And Breanna will be better off once we tell everyone, the paparazzi might lay off on some of the stories." I nodded slowly and fiddled with my lip ring.

"Okay, I'll talk to her about it this afternoon and I'll call you or something."

"Do you think you could have a word to Bill about Emily as well? The tabloids are starting to talk about her too." He added and frowned slightly before pulling out a piece of paper from his folder. I nodded my head and let my mind wander.

"Okay we have to talk about you're photo shoot with…" I didn't pay much attention to what it was he was talking about, instead I was thinking about the possible outcomes that could happen when I ask Bree. Maybe she'll be okay with it. Maybe she won't. Maybe she'll leave. The last one tugged at my heart and I didn't want that to happen. I really loved her and I wanted her to stay forever but I knew that it would take her a long time to get used to the attention, if she ever did. I know that I'm still not and we've been well known for a while now.

The rest of the meeting with Jost passed slowly and uneventfully and before I knew it I was buckling myself into the car. The sound of my phone broke me out of my little world of thought and I fished around in my huge pocket trying to find it. I finally retrieved it and read the message from Bree.

Bree- hey we r at ur hotel. R u nearly done?

Me- yeah im heading there now. See u soon :)

I put my phone back in my pocket and put on my seatbelt as the car started. I spent the whole ride thinking about how I was going to ask her about it and I actually felt nervous and scared as the car pulled up to the hotel we were staying at. My hands had started to sweat a bit and my heart had gotten faster. Why am I so scared? The question kept circling my brain as I got into the elevator with Saki. Then it hit me; this whole situation could completely wreck our relationship. Now, more than ever, I wished that we weren't famous and we didn't get hassled by the media all the time. I just wanted to be normal. Before I realized it, I was opening the door to my hotel room and walking inside. I could hear them before I could see them and I guessed that they were in the lounge. I took a deep breath and put on a happy face before walking into the room.

Bree's POV

Emily, Bill and I had been at the hotel for about half an hour and I was already bored. Em was excitedly filling us in on her audition, waving her hands everywhere and smiling crazily. I snickered and slowly shook my head as she started to recite her lines and forced poor old Bill to join in. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her as I got off the couch and walked out onto the balcony, closing the door behind me. I took advantage of the time that I had to think about the events of the last few days; heck I couldn't even remember what day it was! The more I thought about everything the more I wondered if it was actually for the better. I mean being kicked out of home certainly didn't feel good but just maybe it would bring some good to my life. It already has, look at who you've been spending your time with! The simple thought of Tom brought a smile to my face and made my heart soar. I leaned on the balcony and silently prayed that our relationship would last as long as possible and that we would always love each other. I didn't think I could actually live without him now that I had spent so much time around him; he was basically my whole world now. I mean, I've practically given up my life for him and I don't regret it one bit.

"Hey." I spun around to come face to face with the man of my thoughts. I crossed my arms and smiled a little. No hug? No kiss?

"Hey." I replied quietly. There seemed to be some kind of… tension? I couldn't explain it but we were both unusually quiet and thoughtful. I shifted from one foot to the other and reverted my glance to the floor.

"I uh… need to talk to you about something." Thud. That was the sound of my heart falling from my chest to the pavement 10 stories below. I looked up and our eyes connected. I swallowed hard; he looked absolutely terrified.

"Um… David thinks that it would be uh… best if we told the media about us." He quickly and quietly said and nervously glanced at me. I let out the breath that I had been holding and my heart sprang back like an elastic band.

"Oh thank god!" I breathed and threw my hand to my chest to make sure that my heart was still thumping steadily. Tom stared at me intently with his hands stuffed into his pockets and a nervous expression. In my head I was thanking god that he didn't say what I thought he was going to; that we shouldn't be together. I finally stopped the crazy conversation with my mind and glanced up at him. I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as I stepped towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He took his hands out of his huge pockets and hugged me back.

"Oh don't do that! You nearly gave me a damn heart attack." I exclaimed pulling away and lightly punching Tom in the arm. I must have hit harder than I thought as he rubbed his arm and looked at me confused.

"Do what?" He asked.

"I thought that you were going to break up with me." I squeaked out. It was even hard to say out loud let alone think about. He stopped rubbing and snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him.

"I'm never going to break up with you. I just… would never be able to bring myself to do it," I went all gooey inside and rested my hands on his chest, looking up at him with a huge smile. "I need you and I love you with my whole heart." My legs had turned to jelly and my heart was about to pop. How sweet is he? He leaned his head down resting his forehead on mine and whispered, "You aren't going anywhere." Good god I don't want to go anywhere else but here! I breathed out shakily and laughed lightly.

"I love you so much." I was practically at a loss for words. His sudden speech had completely caught me off guard and I absolutely loved it. He smiled and kissed me gently before sighing.

"What?" I asked quietly and tried to get rid of my silly grin. This boy is making me all warm and fuzzy feeling; please don't let it stop now!

"Nothing. Just that we still have to talk about… you know, the media thing." He mumbled and looked down. As soon as his eyes lowered they bulged a little. I followed his gaze to be confronted with a huge amount of my cleavage. I chuckled and looked up at him to see his eyes still glued to my body.

"You likey?" I said and lifted one eyebrow. He immediately looked up and the look on his face said that he knew he'd been caught. He smirked and nodded his head before pulling me even closer; now I was basically squished up against him and more of my chest was exposed.

"You know it. But… you'd look even better without clothes on." He wiggled his eyebrows and I laughed out loud.

"Mmm, I think I do look pretty good naked. Not that you'll ever know." I smiled smugly at him and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh you think so?" He said as his hands moved down to my butt. I nodded matter-of-factly and leaned my head to one side. Standing on my tippy toes I went to kiss him but he leaned away from me. I pouted and furrowed my brow.

"If I don't get to see you naked then you don't get to kiss me." He let go of me and crossed his arms across his chest. I scoffed loudly and placed my hands on my hips.

"Well that's a fair trade isn't it?" I said sarcastically and he shrugged.

"I think it is." My face became a picture of 'are you fucking kidding me?' and I rolled my eyes.

"God you're a dick!" I turned and leaned on the balcony. I heard Tom snicker and take a step closer.

"You need one." My jaw dropped and I spun around fuming.

"Fuck you Tom." I said as my hand connected with his cheek. I knew I had slapped him hard because my hand was stinging like a bitch and I could slowly see a red outline of my hand appearing on his skin. His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open; he was shocked to say the least. I walked past him and back into the lounge to see a very surprised Emily and Bill staring at me. Guess they saw it then. I stomped over to the couch that they weren't sitting on and sat down on it with my arms folded and a scowl on my face. What a fricken ass!

"What the hell happened out there?" Emily asked me and I looked at her.

"Your fucking brother was being a smart assed prick, that's what the hell happened!" I spat and looked at Bill. The nicer twin was extremely shocked and scared at my sudden outburst and I kinda felt sorry for him.

"I'm going to um, go and… yeah." He stuttered and quickly scampered over to the door to the balcony leaving me with Emily. She got up and sat next to me on the couch.

"What'd he say to you?"

"Well… he said that he thought I would look better naked and so I said "yeah I do, not that you'll ever know" and then he's all like "well if I can't see you naked then you can't kiss me" then I called him a dick and then he said that I needed one. So I slapped him." I said quickly and turned my head to look at my best friend whose face was something like 'whaaaaa?'

"Um… wow. Wow!"

"Yep." I went back to sending daggers to the remote that was sitting on the table. I heard the door open and footsteps getting closer and I knew it was Bill and Tom.

"Uh, Em can you help me in the kitchen?" I heard Bill say. Oh my fucking god! They're pulling that one? Really? Leaving us alone in the hope that we would work things out. I sniggered and shook my head as Emily got off the couch and followed Bill. I let out a frustrated sigh and mentally argued with myself. It wasn't that bad Bree. Just let it go and get over it. Taking a deep breathe I turned to look at Tom and guilt instantly built in the pit of my stomach. His whole cheek was red and his eyes were even watering a little.

"Oh god I'm so sorry." My mood changed like the flick of a light switch and I got off the couch and rushed over to him. I inspected the hand mark closely and noticed that he avoided eye contact with me.

"Are you ok?" My motherly side kicked in as I pushed him towards the couch and made him sit down. "I'll go and get you some ice." I turned to walk to the kitchen but Tom grabbed my hand. I looked down at him and he finally looked in my eyes.

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said that, it was rude and wrong." I could tell he was sincere and I smiled at him softly.

"It's ok. I have a lot more to be sorry for." I laughed lightly and motioned to his face. He chuckled and nodded.

"You have a good hit!" He complimented me and I smiled a little.

"What do you know? It actually worked!" Emily said leaning on the doorway that led to the kitchen. Bill stood behind her nodding his head disbelievingly and holding a tea towel with ice in it. Tom and I looked at each other before laughing; my goodness, they're plan really did work!