Chapter 3

Cloe wakes up at the sound of her alarm. She stretches as she gets out of bed. With an early morning yawn, she scratches the back of her head and heads to the toilet to brush her teeth. Her stomach rumbles as she wipes her face with a towel. Breakfast she says in her head.

As soon as Cloe opens the door, she sees a guy, short blond hair with glasses. Thier eyes widened and they froze and had their jaws all the way down to the floor. "You're gonna get flies in your mouth. Hey-" Goerg passed by. Then he realized what just happened. He turned around and pointed at Cloe and stopped in action. (Weird)

"WHAT?" finally, Cloe got it out. "I think I'm still asleep" she murmured to herself. Then she stormed to the kitchen and takes out a carton of milk from the fridge. There're noises of people talking from upstairs. It sounded like they were confused as she was.

The two dudes earlier came into the kitchen and following behind them were two more dudes. One with dread locks and the other with long black spiky hair.

"WHO, HOW?" Cloe pointed. Then the telephone rang. She raced to pick it up and yelled "Hello? Marlin!"

"Cloe! How've you been?" a man from the other side of the phone greeted.

"Fine I guess. Woke up in the morning as always, until I found a man in front of my door and stared at me like I'm some kind of alien and three more dudes who followed me to the kitchen and now looking at me with stupid faces. Owh that reminds me WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" she barked.

"Okay, calm down now Cloe. Take a deep breath. I can explain…"

"No I will not calm myself down until you explain!" The boys listened carefully.

"That's what I just said"

"Owh, right. Okay, go on then" Cloe tries to sound calm.

"Those guys were supposed to stay at the Darby Hotel. But there were gun battle so nobody was let in or out. So I am asking this as a favor and because you are my only niece…"

"WHAT?" she shouted. "For how long?" "You want me to--- huh? Where?" she really didn't sound satisfied. They boys stayed really quiet. After Cloe hung up the phone, she lets out a heavy sigh.

She turns around to see them anxiously waiting for her to say something. "What? Who in the world would not go crazy early in the morning when there are men in the house with pajamas on, not to mention stinky breaths and won't stop staring."

They continued to stare at this short haired and golden tanned skin girl. She looked short (duhh, Asian) and had an accent to her English. "Hello? Have I not made my point yet?" she said waiving her hands.

"Sorry" one of them said. "We weren't told about this either, so I guess we're on the same boat? Hi, I'm Bill. That's George, Gustav and my brother Tom" he introduced them. There were murmurs of hi's from the rest of the guys.

"Just call me Cloe like everybody else does," she said. She looked at Tom and Bill. "Are you twins?" they both nodded. "Aare you guys in a band or something cause he definitely does not look normal" she pointed at Bill.

"Yeah we're in a band. We had a gig somewhere here last night. We are called Tokio Hotel," Tom answered.

"Ah, I see. Cool name." Then she paused for a moment. She looked like she was thinking really hard. "Where have I heard that name before" she said to herself. Then she started messing around with newspapers on the coffee table. Finally she got hold of last week's news paper. There was a picture of Tokio Hotel on the front page and below was written 'coming to Malaysia'.

She showed the paper to them. "Yup, that's us." They were quite surprised that she didn't squeal like any other fan girls.

"So are you a fan?" Georg asked. The others looked at him saying Did you have to? "Whaat? I wanna know okay?" he sounded innocent.

Cloe laughed at Georg's innocent-like question. "Actually, no. I haven't heard about you guys before. I just happened to read the newspaper" she explained.

"Oh, no wonder" Tom said.

"What? I did not scream as soon as I found out who you are? OMG! It's Tokio Hotel! It's Tokio Hotel! HI! Gasp! They waved back! OMG! I'm melting! Haa~" she teased as she lands herself on the single sofa. All of them laughed hysterically.

"I think I like you better when you're not in fan girl mode" Gustav said still laughing.

"Yeah I think so too" she replied. Then Bill's stomach rumbled and they laughed more. "So anybody up for breakfast? I know a place."

"Yes please!" they all agreed and went upstairs to change.

Cloe opened the garage door and took the keys from a key cabinet hanging beside a light switch. She pressed the button and the car beeped. "Hope in guys" she invites them as she settles herself on the driver's seat. Bill sat next to her.

"Can you drive this" Bill asked. Cloe raised her eyebrow. It was a stupid question. "Sorry" he apologized. "S'okay you're not the first one to ask that question" she puts the gear shift on reverse and pressed the peddle.

"Why is that?" Tom asked this time.

"Cause not all girls drive Land Rovers," she turned on the radio and it was the usual Pagi Show [Morning Show] on her favourite radio channel.

"Here's a new one from my boys Tokio Hotel, Automatic" the DJ said.

"I never heard any of your songs before"

"Never?" they gasp

"Nope never"

"Ok then, you have to listen" Bill emphasized and turned up the volume.

Cloe listened carefully. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel following the rhythm of the beat. When the song reached the second part of the chorus, she giggled.

"What's so funny?" Bill looked confused. All of them were.

"Hehehe. The lyrics" she continued to giggle.

Hello to ya peeps!

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Sorry if this one is a bit short. (moron, it's always short.. ___) DANG!

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