Tom's POV

You know when you just wake up, like nothing actually disturbs you, your brain just decides that it's time to get up? Well that was how I woke up and it was great. I was used to Bill shaking me awake or roughly pushing me out of the bed. I glanced down and saw that Bree was still draped across my chest, fast asleep. God she looks beautiful. I slowly traced her lips and nose with the tip of my finger before she stirred a little and mumbled something.

"Humblufb." I don't know what the hell she was saying but she looked so cute as her brow furrowed and her mouth was pulled into a dissatisfied frown. I let out a chuckle as she continued to mumble incoherently and gently nudged her shoulder. The mumbling stopped for a second and she sighed and rolled over onto her back. Her legs were hanging off the side of the bed and her head was resting on my shoulder. I shook my head and rolled my eyes before poking her in the forehead. She grumbled angrily and attempted to swat my hand away but I was much faster than her. I poked her again and she shook her head away from my finger; her head falling off of my shoulder. By this point I was desperately trying not to laugh for fear that she would wake up and spoil all the fun. I don't know what she was dreaming about but it must have been full on because when I poked her in the forehead for the third time, she had a spaz attack and fell onto the floor. I sat up in bed laughing my ass off so hard I couldn't breathe properly while she looked around confused.

"What happened?" She looked at me strangely and climbed back onto the bed. "Stop laughing! What did you do?" It only made me laugh harder because she was trying to be angry at me but her own face was somewhat amused. Seeing that I couldn't answer her, she got off the bed and went into the bathroom. By the time she came back out I had stopped laughing and was lying down rubbing my sore stomach.

"What did you do to me? Did you rape me?" She asked with a fake scared look.

"Maybe I did. You'll never know!" I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she narrowed her eyes at me before grinning and walking to her suitcase. "What, you aren't going to make me tell you the truth? Maybe you just faked being asleep the whole time…" I thought out loud and she snorted. I got up and slapped her ass as I walked past her, towards the bathroom. I heard her whine about how she was going to have bruises soon and I chuckled to myself. After I had done what I needed to I walked out and nearly got knocked to the ground as Bree rushed past me clutching some clothes and yelling something about David.

"What?" I demanded and held the door open so that she couldn't close it. She sighed and spoke slowly and loudly as though I was a 2 year old.

"Mr. Jost called and I answered it and he sai-…"

"You answered my phone?" I cut her off and she held up her hand.

"Don't worry, I checked the caller ID first. I don't randomly answer people's phones." I nodded my head. It's not like I had anything to hide, but it would be really hard to explain to my mom why a girl answered my cell. "Anyway, he said that he's coming over in like 15 minutes. So if you don't mind, let go of the door so that I can shower." I did as she asked and went to get dressed and tell the others. I banged loudly on Bill and Emily's door shouting at them that Jost was going to be here soon. The sound of hurried footsteps and a door slamming followed by angry yelling confirmed that someone had gotten to the bathroom before the other and I laughed at the thought. Getting Gustav would be a little more difficult seeing as he apparently hated me now. I shrugged to myself before knocking on his hotel room door.

"Was?" I heard him call out drowsily.

"Jost is coming over in 10 minutes. Meet us in mine and Bree's room." I yelled my reply and left when I heard his heavy footsteps. I also ducked in and informed Saki and the other bodyguards before heading back to our room. Bree was just coming out of the bedroom fixing her hair when I stepped in the room.

"Hey babe, you look good." I complimented and she gave me a hug and a long kiss. It was true though; she was wearing a pair of black flats, bright aqua skintight jeans and a black t-shirt that had a multi-colored, metallic butterfly printed on it.

"Thank you Mr. Sexy Pants." She grinned up at me and I shook my head and laughed at the new nickname. "I heard you wake up Em and Bill and the mad dash to the bathroom. I couldn't tell who lost though; they scream equally girly." We both laughed and I checked the time on the clock. Jost called at about 8:30 and its 8:40 now. He's going to be here soon.

"Oh! He'll be here in like, five minutes. Do we tell him that we're ready to tell everyone?" She was suddenly flustered and her eyes stared at me expectantly. I put a hand on her shoulder.

"Relax. We'll tell him when Bill, Em and Gustav come over."

"Is Gustav still… pissy?" She asked and lowered her voice. It's not like he's going to hear her when he's all the way over on the other of the hotel! I shrugged.

"I don't know. I just yelled at him through the door. He didn't say anything; which is very Gustav-y anyways." I reasoned and Bree made a 'you-got-that-right' face before turning on her heels and heading to the kitchen.

"Oh good, Saki put everything in here." I heard her talk to herself as she scanned the cupboards and started to take things out. "Tomi! Can you come help me please?" Her voice was as sweet as pie and I rolled my eyes, knowing that I needed to try and resist her manipulating ways in the future, and went into the kitchen. We had just finished filling the dining table with cereal boxes and anything else we could find when there was a knock on the door. Bree immediately straightened her shirt and ran a hand through her hair as I rolled my eyes at her; it's only Jost, not the Queen of England! She gripped onto the back of my shirt as I made my way to the door and opened it to see an impatient looking Bill and a stressed Emily. A disappointed sigh escaped Bree's lips as they entered and she followed them towards the table of food. I looked out into the hallway to see if Jost or Gustav were coming, but I didn't see either. I heard a shriek come from behind me and I spun around to see Breanna bolt up from her seat with, what looked to be milk, all over the front of her shirt and an apologetic looking Bill reach out to wipe some of it off with a napkin.

"Bill, that's my boob you're wiping! Aw shit I gotta change now!" Bill flushed red as she stepped away from the table. Emily told her to take it off there so that she didn't get milk everywhere and that she would go and get her another top. I was trying so hard not to laugh at my brother's embarrassment that I didn't notice David stop outside the opened door. I also didn't notice that Bree had completely removed her shirt and now stood there, blushing wildly in her jeans and bra. Jost slapped his hand over his eyes and Emily came running back out with a clean top for her, which she snatched out of the blonde's hands and quickly put on.

"Ah Jost, you always have the best timing!" I joked and he stifled a giggle and elbowed me in the side.

"I'm so sorry." Jost still had his eyes covered and I could see him trying to hide his laughter. I, on the other hand, was cracking up at the sight of Bill putting his bright red face in his hands and Bree looking like a tomato. Emily quickly realized what had happened and rushed over to David and me with a huge smile on her face and an outstretched hand.

"Hi, I'm Emily. It's a pleasure to meet you." Her voice was so… professional sounding and I could tell that she was trying her best to make a good impression; which neither of them needed to. Our shocked manager finally uncovered his eyes and shook Emily's hand with a smile.

"It's lovely to meet you. And you must be Breanna, then?" His genuine smile turned into an amused one as he turned to the highly shamed girl. She just nodded her head; she didn't utter a single word. Wow, guess that was really embarrassing. I shut the door behind David as he crossed the room to shake Bree's hand.

"Uh, I'm really sorry about that. B-Bill spilt milk on my shirt and Emily didn't want me to get it everywhere so I stripped here and um… TOM, Tom didn't close the door so… I'm sorry!" Her voice was shaky and panicky as she shook his hand; which made him chuckle.

"It's fine, really. Honestly I wasn't expecting to meet you when you were half naked but… I understand the situation." David chuckled as he sat down in a seat and Bree nervously chuckled too. I rolled my eyes and stood behind her with my hands on her shoulders.

"Sit down." I stated and pushed her downward. She obliged and landed in the chair with a thud. Emily and I took our seats as well and we all started to eat.

"So… how is meine kleiner Prinzessin this fine morning?" David turned his head towards my twin with a playful grin and Bill shot him a glare.

"Wunderbar!" He replied with faked enthusiasm and Emily stared at Jost with one eyebrow raised.

"Prinzessin?" The bubbly blonde started giggling wildly and pointing at Bill. David grinned at her obvious understanding of the word and her amusement.

"You know German?" He questioned and poured himself some coffee. Emily's cheeks tinged red and she shrugged. Good god, everyone is getting embarrassed this morning!

"Not really. But when I was little I, of course, wanted to be a princess and so I proceeded to learn how to say it in as many different languages as possible; including German." By now she had his full attention and she rattled off a few foreign words that, apparently meant 'princess'. I had changed my focus to Bree who still looked a little embarrassed and I held her hand in mine.

"You ok?" She glanced up from the untouched bowl of cereal in front of her and nodded with a small smile. "What, do I have to feed you like a baby now?" That got a chuckle out of her and I let go of her hand, grabbing her spoon. I loaded it up with Cornflakes and pretended that it was a plane. Her face changed from 'what-the-heck-are-you-doing?' to 'oh-hell-no!' and she opened her mouth to protest but I shoved the spoonful of soggy flakes into her mouth. Unfortunately she didn't quite get it all and some milk and a lonely Cornflake dribbled down her chin. I laughed and wiped it off roughly with a napkin, leaving a very unhappy Breanna.

"I feel sorry for your future babies." She mumbled and snatched the napkin from my hand.

"Pfft, they will have the sexiest father in the world Bree. They should consider themselves lucky!" I smirked at her and she went to flip me off but stopped when she realized that David was still at the table.

"So where are Gustav and the hobbit?" He spoke up and took another sip of coffee. Bill, who had been unusually quiet the whole time, finally decided to speak.

"Georg is at his girlfriends and supposed to be back today and Gus is… I don't know. Tom did you tell him?" I nodded my head and chomped on a piece of toast.

"Yeah I heard him get up but he didn't say anything so I just left him. Especially after last night." I said the last part quietly and David leaned forward in his chair.

"Last night? What happened last night?" Emily and Bill had suddenly become infatuated with their breakfast and I shot a questioning look to Bree, who looked nervous.

"Uh, we kind of had a… argument." She looked at David with fear and guilt in her green eyes and he furrowed his brow. "Um well…" Bree took a deep breath and launched into the whole story explaining everything from her slapping me to Gus slamming the door on her. Our manager sat there with an opened mouth the whole time and I don't think he even blinked until she finished.

"Wooooooow," He breathed out slowly and shook his head to try and make sense of all the new information. "I'm sure it's just stress and stuff. I mean, he was talking to me yesterday and he said that he had really missed his parents and sister this time we toured. I still don't know why he would get so worked up about it though; Tom had apologized and you two had sorted the whole thing out so… ugh, I don't know." He threw his hands in the air in frustration and sighed. Bree sat in her chair quietly and didn't move or speak. She looked so… guilty. Why would she look guilty, idiot? She didn't do anything wrong. Suddenly she took a sharp breath and smiled brightly at Jost.

"We do have some good news though." Her sudden change in mood surprised everyone and it took a little while for David to register that the apparent shy, quiet girl was now beaming at him and practically bouncing in her seat. "We have decided that we would like to tell the public about our relationships." The poor man was starting to look flustered and had a rather delayed reaction.

"Oh so you-you all decided?" He questioned and we all nodded our heads. "Well… that's great! Fantastisch!" Standing up and smiling he reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone. After he excused himself and stepped into the kitchen I turned to Bree with an extremely confused expression.

"What the hell was that?" She just gave me a 'don't-know-what-you-mean' look and I raised my eyebrows. "The… mood swing. What happened?" She shrugged and her smile faded a little.

"It's not my fault that Gustav is being childish and I'm not going to let it affect my mood. He can choose to be a man and talk to me about it or cower in his room and avoid me forever, but I'm not going to go out of my way to make him feel better when I didn't do anything wrong." She gave me a big smile and stood up with her bowl in hand and went into the kitchen, leaving me staring at the space where she was just sitting with a surprised and confused look. Had she been listening to my thoughts before? She had a perfectly valid point, but it still shocked me that she would say it so straightforward like that. It just wasn't like Bree; this whole thing must be getting to her. I have no clue as to what is going on but I need to talk to Gustav and find out what this is about.

Bree's POV

That was even harder than I had expected. I knew that what I had just told Tom was the truth but there was a large part of me that felt extremely bad as well. I really liked Gustav and I looked at him, Bill and Georg as my big brothers so there was a certain part of my heart that ached when I let those words slip out of my mouth. They weren't exactly the nastiest words but I knew from the shocked look on Tom's face that I had pretty much just had a miniature outburst in front of them and David. Oh god, David. I couldn't imagine what kind of first impression I had given him; he had walked in on me standing there in my fricken bra! As if I wasn't already nervous enough meeting him, but I had to go and stuff up like that, didn't I?

"Fuck!" I exclaimed loudly and leaned on the sink with my head between my arms and my eyes closed. Why is everything becoming so hard? My chin trembled and I let a few tears silently fall as my mind clouded over with all of the bad things that had happened the last few days. I felt a warm hand on my back and for some reason I just completely lost it; I collapsed onto the cold tiles of the kitchen floor and sobbed loudly as the persons arms wrapped around me and held onto my violently shaking body. I didn't know who was hugging me and at that point I really didn't care; I just needed to know that someone was holding onto me. I tried to calm myself down but it almost felt… good. Like, I just needed to cry.

With every tear that slid down my face, my heart ached more and more for the people that I loved. My dad, my mom and Jake meant the world to me and being pushed away from them was one of the worst feelings I had ever experienced. The pure fact that they didn't want me to come back absolutely tore me up inside and I had never felt more alone or unwanted before. Then there was Gustav. I loved him like a big brother and seeing as I didn't have Jake around me I had been feeling extremely unprotected and scared lately but I knew that Gus was there for me. I guess I never knew how much I depended on Jake to make me feel safe. My already fragile heart was under even more pressure with Gustav; we got on so well and he had been acting completely normal up until I told him about the comment that Tom made. Oh Tom! I honestly had no idea how he could put up with me, I mean, I have so many problems to deal with. He had been so understanding and wonderful every time I broke down and cried; he'd rock me back and forth and whisper to me that it would be ok and that he'd always be there for me. What did I do to deserve such a sweet, caring person? The thought that he must really love me to stay gave me a little comfort though.

I eventually ran out of tears and just sat on the floor, clutching the shirt of the person who was comforting me and sniffling. I let go of the shirt and inhaled deeply and tried to get oxygen into my sore lungs; my sobbing had been pretty rough and I would choke on my breath every now and then and the lack of air was starting to make me a little faint. I recognized the pink nails of my best friend as she wiped my cheeks and pushed my hair away from my face.

"It's ok sweetie, we're all here for you. I know it hurts." Her voice quivered a little and I could tell that she was crying as well. I dared to look up from the floor and saw that everyone was huddled close to me. Tom was crouching next to me and holding my hand with a pained expression. Emily was on the other side of me with a few black streaks running down her face and she looked pretty shaky. Bill was bent over behind Em and he looked terrified but sympathetic at the same time and his eyes shon with moisture. The last person, the same person that had held onto me as I balled my eyes out, was none other than David. I could see that he was extremely concerned and saddened by my breakdown and the first thing that ran through my mind was; you've really fucked up now. He probably thinks that you're some psychotic stripper by now!

"I'm sorry." My voice croaked as I reached out and attempted to wipe my smeared eyeliner off his white t-shirt, which now had a very visible wet patch on it from my tears. He softly grabbed onto my hand and looked me straight in the eye.

"Bree, its fine. I just want one thing." I nodded my head and he sighed. "I want you to tell me what's going on." I knew that I couldn't lie my way out of this one; and what reason was there for me to? If anything, he would be able to understand why I was so messed up and he wouldn't think that I was some nutcase that Tom had picked up on the street corner. I nodded my head again; I didn't want to talk just yet, my voice was so hoarse it scared me and I needed some time to calm down. I attempted to stand up but failed miserably; all of my energy was gone and I suddenly felt tired. That was one side effect I had always suffered from when I had a big cry; sleepiness. Sometimes I would sleep for up to 5 or 6 hours afterwards and wake up feeling so much better. I could feel my eyes droop at the simple idea of rest and I knew that I wouldn't be able to communicate properly until I had regained some energy.

"Come here." Tom said and lifted me off the floor, bridal style. "You look really tired; do you want to sleep a bit?" I could only nod my head feebly as my eyes threatened to close right there and then. Tom took me to the bedroom with Emily following behind to make sure I was ok. He laid me down in the bed and I sighed heavily; I just felt really… drained. Not physically, but emotionally. This whole fiasco was so stressful and the amount of different emotions that ran through me was ridiculous. Tom kissed me on the cheek before he left me alone with Emily, who had lain down on the other side of the bed. I turned my head to face her and she smiled sadly at me. She was probably the only person that knew what I was feeling; now we both had family problems.

"I'm sorry that this had to happen to you. It's just… wrong." She put her hand on my arm and I turned my whole body to face her. "I know that it really hurts right now but you gotta try and focus on all the good things." Her voice was quiet as though she was unsure of what to say.

"I know. It's just… so hard to think of anything else. I mean, all the little things just get overthrown by all the crap." I sniffled and Emily gave me a sympathetic nod. I sighed and bit my lip and Emily gave me a look.

"Can I have a hug?" I felt kinda pathetic asking for a hug but this was Emily I was talking to. We had been best friends forever and we knew stuff about each other that we wouldn't have dared to tell anyone else. She chuckled a little and held her arms out at me; signaling me to move closer. I slid over and she moved onto her back. She absentmindedly played with my hair and I soon fell asleep listening to the steady heartbeat of my best friend.

Bill's POV

Seeing Bree like that was horrible and I never ever wanted her to go through that again; I didn't want to see anyone go through that. Watching her as she clung onto David and cried her eyes out was so sad. I had never seen anyone shake so violently before and the noise she made when she gasped for air sounded like pure pain.

David and I were silently sitting on the couch in the lounge when Tom emerged. I could tell that he was really close to crying himself; he had always found it difficult to deal with emotions and he was often lost when it came to comforting people but Breanna had completely changed all that. Tom was so much more sensitive and caring now and I think everyone appreciated it a lot. I put my hand on his knee as he sat down beside me. He was slowly rocking himself back and forth and he seemed to be staring at nothing. I hadn't seen him like this for a long time; probably not this bad since mom and dad got divorced. David got up and said that he was going to check on Gustav. Tom and I just sat there in silence for a while until he finally cracked.

"Es ist nicht fair!" He exclaimed before his chin trembled and a tear slid down his cheek. I had to use all of my willpower to stay strong and to not just retreat into a pile of tears myself. Seeing people cry always made me emotional but when it was my own twin brother… the feeling was indescribable. I was too afraid to speak for fear that I might just lose it, so I pulled him into a hug instead and he didn't even put up a fight.

Gustav's POV

I didn't bother to go to Tom and Bree's room; I knew that David would come and find me if he wanted something, and I really didn't want to see any of them yet. I felt bad for exploding at Breanna like that but I just couldn't believe that she would be ok with Tom talking to her like that. I had seen it before, with Jessica; they had been together for quite a while when he just started to swear at her and insult her for no reason. Jessica would get so upset at him and usually found comfort in Georg or I, citing that she couldn't cry in front of Bill because it was just as bad as crying in front of Tom; which she would never do. Bill, Georg and I, even though I didn't particularly like Jess, grew increasingly angry at Tom for being such an ass. It all ended with a fist fight between Georg and Tom and Jessica just moving away with her family. I know it isn't exactly a shocking story but I just couldn't stand back and let it happen again with Bree; she didn't deserve that after all that she had given up for Tom.

She deserves better than him. But I can't bring myself to hurt her any more than I already have.

Well, well, well… Gustav is a bit confusing, isn't he? I know this chapter isn't the best but I tried xD I have to say that I love my favorite Kentucky-ian (if you're reading this, YAY!) she's the awesomest fanfiction friend! Anywho, have an amazing day/night whatever and wherever you are and thank you immensely for reading this :D