A/N: This chapter contains a bit of malay language. But not to worry translations are at the bottom

Chapter 4

"It's funny!" Cloe chuckled.

"Why?" Bill asked unsatisfied.

"The music and the lyrics are like the sky and the earth." Bill blinked, still confused.

"Meaning, the lyrics are a bit emo-ish but the music is happy-ish. It's like a cross over between sad and happy that you can't really explain. Get it?" she explained. The others just 'owh-ed'.

"Morning!" an Indian man behind the cashier greeted them as they walked into a [1]Mamak restaurant. Cloe rose up her hand and greeted the same way to the man.

Cloe took a seat and glanced at the others. They look hesitant. "What's wrong" she asks. "Are you just gonna stand there and look like freaks" she said after not hearing any answer. All four of them sat down at once. Then she looked around. Many pairs of eyes were staring at this odd group. Cloe noticed but ignored it.

They didn't speak for a few minutes until a waiter came to take the order. Cloe ordered the usual teh tarik[2] and roti canai[3]. Then she asks the boys what they want to eat. They looked confused and totally blank at what Cloe just ordered.

"Oh… I forgot that you're not local. Haha" she laughed. "Would you like coffee or tea"

"Coffee" the twins said at once. Then they looked at each other and glared.

Cloe giggled at the adorable twins which she only noticed that not too long ago. Knowing them totally clue less about the food, she went ahead and ordered for them. Then there was silence again.

"So uhh…" Cloe started out. "Can I guess how old are you guys"

"Give it your best shot" Bill smiled.

"Hmm…" Cloe rested her chin on her hand. "You guys are probably 20" she pointed at Bill and Tom. "Georg is 22 and Gustav is probably 23??" she said and shrugged her shoulders and smiled.

"10 points for you, you got it all right!" Bill clapped. "How did you guess so well?" Georg was interested. "Well, it is kind of logic that these two are 20 since they look like they just entered the new world of adulthood. And I was just playing with numbers?"

"So how old are you" she heard a question.

"Uhh… young" an answer that was unconvincing. Cloe didn't want them to know. It might sound weird if they knew. It would put her into trouble too.

Georg was about to debate when the food came. The boys looked blankly at their food. Then looked at Cloe who took a sip of her tea. Tom was flipping the flat brown bread on his plate.

"At least tell us what in the world are we eating" he barked.

"Oh, sorry. We call that tosei, a kind of bread made from rice flour and oil. It's really crispy and you eat it with curry. Go on, taste it"

Tom took a spoon full and put it into his mouth. Cloe wasn't kidding about the crispiness. It's also very light and really goes well with the curry. "This is really good" he had a mouth full of tosei. The rest dig in with no hesitation after hearing Tom. They had the same reaction too.

CLOE'S POV

I'm so glad that they like the food I ordered for them. I have a feeling that they'd be better company than the last group of celebrities I had baby-sat. They were such brats. I had to go through a lot of trouble. And then there's Marlin. Why didn't he warn me earlier? Yes I was busy but he could've left me a stupid text massage or something. Some uncle I have, always having me do his job. I am not a fool to order around!

I was relief that I didn't have to answer Georg's question. Well serves me right 'cause I just had to open up the topic! Anyway, I don't think it's alright to tell them. We laughed at something Gustav complained about at the airport yesterday. Behind him, someone was looking at me. That has to be some guy from the agency. He signaled me to see him. Man, this has gotta be important!

I excused myself and made my way to the toilet. "Yes?" I waited for him to say something. But instead, he gave me an envelope with Tyler's name on it. "Excuse me, sorry but you got the wrong person" I said to him. He did not respond and he just left. Damn idiot! So rude, I would have demand an explanation like always. But I wouldn't want to make a scene.

On the way back to the table I saw that the boys were talking. As I sat down, "So tell us 'bout yourself" Bill asked another question that I was avoiding. "Ehm… you were the ones who came to me" I was trying not to answer. "So shouldn't I be the one asking questions" Bill was about to argue when his phone went off. Phew! Saved again.

"Hello" Bill answered. Then he started talking in a foreign language. If I'm not mistaken it's German. "Oh my god! I forgot! We'll be there right away" Bill sounded panic. We were all staring at him. Then he hung up his phone and turned to us.

"We're late for an interview! Ugh, I totally forgot!" he said. They were relief that someone didn't die. "C'mon guys or Jost will kill us" he rushed. Then he turned to me and begged if I could ride them. "Sure, it's not like I have anything better to do"

"THANK YOU" he thanked. Haha it was kinda funny.

BILL'S POV

Jost called to say that we were late for an interview. I sort of panicked and made people stare a bit. I know that Cloe was laughing. It was sort of embarrassing begging for a ride. I mean we could've ask for a cab or something. Jost even offered us a car to ride us around town. But no, I just had to refuse. Anyway, we were late so I didn't want the same thing to happen like the last time.

Cloe paid for the meal. I offered to but she said it was her idea so she has to pay. We got into the car and we didn't bother to wear our seat belts. Oh, wait… we never wear seat belts but Cloe did.

"So where to?" she asked me. "Uhh… Tropicana City" I said trying to remember the name. "Ok" she said. She turned the gear shift to drive and then zoomed off like a car racer.

Cloe drove amazingly fast. The car was practically jumping up and down every time she hits a bump! Thank god there was no car around or more importantly the police. Seat belts are probably good now! But I can't reach to get since the car is bumping fiercely!

She turned the car into a junction and drifted her way into a parking space. We all panted. Gustav was sinking into his seat and Georg looked like he wanted to throw up. "This is your captain speaking. We have reached your destination please take the paper bags from the seat pockets if you fell like throwing up. Thank you."

"You do know you're not driving a Ferrari right?" Tom sounded a little mad.

Cloe turned back "Aww… did I make the superstar feel sick? Poor baby" she teased. "Haha! Look at Georg!" he was holding a paper bag and looked like he could barf any second.

"DUDE" I called out.

"Whaat?? I'm feeling a little dizzy okay" he argued.

I just rolled my eyes at him. We got out of the car and Cloe accompanied us to the entrance. Jost, Tobi and Saki were there waiting for us.

"There you are!" Jost yelled from afar.

"A simple hello would be nice" I mumbled.

"Hurry up now, it's not nice making people wait for you. Tobi, Saki lead the way. Man when will you show a bit more responsibility" Jost got angry. I hate it sometimes when we are being ordered around like kids. Plus the schedule is like hell sometimes. And we ARE responsible. Then he noticed Cloe who was standing behind me.

"And what can I do for you little missy" he asks in a sort of annoying way.

"Owh…I—"

"It's okay Jost, she's with us. She was the one who drove us here" I cut in her sentence before she could finish it.

CLOE'S POV

"It's okay Jost, She's with us. She was the one who drove us here" Bill cut off my sentence. Thank god. I didn't have to lie. Bill invited me to come with them. But I refused. I remembered the last time I went to an interview with a celeb. It was godamn boring!

I told them something came up (which was a lie of course). I gave my number in case if they need anything, like another ride home. Great, I've made myself their driver. Woo-hoo for that. I waved good bye as they disappeared inside.

Anyway, I don't think they'll need my driving services anymore since that Jost guy has everything under control. I got a bit pissed that he assumed that I'm a stalker. Apart from my job I would never! Then I heard someone calling my name.

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TRANSLATIONS

[1] Mamak: is what we call Indian-muslim who come to work or to live in Malaysia

[2] Teh Tarik: tea with milk but mixed by pouring it serveral times in a distance so it could get a bubbly effect.

[3] Roti Canai: it's something like tosei but with more layers sometimes crispy. it depends on the person who does it. And it is eaten with dull.