Five days later.

Ŧ Ella.

"So where are we off to?" I ask.

"We need to go to fly to Jacksonville and when we land we are getting the tour bus and heading off." Alex smiles at me, a smile that I happily return.

"So how are you all today?" I ask conversationally.

"I am pretty excellent," Bill says with a grin. I like him. He seems very sweet, even though I just met him. I will get along very well with Bill . . .I think. But it might just be because I just met him. I dunno.

"Yeah. I am good as well," Gustav says. Georg nods in agreement.

"I feel pretty amazing," Tom says. I roll my eyes at him and turn away. Bill snorts at what he says.

"Sorry about my brother. He can be pretty obnoxious and . . . cocky sometimes." He paused, having to think of the word.

"Don't worry about it Bill, I can totally handle him." I say sarcastically and smile at Bill and he laughs.

"Good luck with that," he whispers in my ear.

I lean back in my seat and stare out the window. The buildings rush by as we make our way towards the airport. I can't believe that I am finally going on a tour with them. This is so exciting, I just want to scream and jump up and down.

"Ella, are you listening to a word I'm saying?" Alex's voice breaks through my reverie.

"What? No." The guys laugh.

"I asked you if you had your carry on luggage."

"Oh. Yeah. I have it." I point to my messenger bag, that now contained my cell phone, ipod, a few books and magazines and earplugs and sunglasses. I forgot my headache medicine back at the hotel, but I can always buy some more.

"Good. Well here we are. Lets go. We've got a long flight."

On the plane I sit next to Gustav. He has his earphones on so I am sitting in an aisle seat, talking to Alex, Georg, and Bill.

"So, Ella, Bill. David and I have an idea. If you and Bill agree then the plan will be in full motion." I look over at Bill. His long black hair is not spiked up today, nor is he wearing the black eyeliner that I met him in. He looks me with his eyebrows pulled together, evidently just as confused as I am.

"What is your idea?" we ask at the same time. This makes me laugh before coming serious again.

"The rest of the staff thinks that Ella's job is way too little for her, and we think that it's a good idea if she was the video director and if we put her in charge of a few more things." I nod my head.

"Okay. That sounds cool. I'd be happy to do it, I don't mind at all." I say. We all look at Bill. Tom is now paying attention to our conversation and he and Bill say something to each other in German quickly. Quick enough for me to not catch a single word.

"Let's say I agree, what other jobs will she have? I don't want to work her too hard." I agree with Bill. How would we do this? He is absolutely right, their first concert is tomorrow at the Roxy. There is just no way I can be in charge of too many things, I won't get it all done.

"I agree Bill. She'll probably still be set director and designer, but she doesn't have to put it together we'll hire a team and everything for that. We can also put her in charge of being your video director, taking care of all video related tasks. That isn't too big a job, and we can also put her in charge of a few other things too, like Tom's guitars." Alex says quickly.

"Why do you need my approval?" asks Bill.

"Because your going to be working with her in telling her what you want and how you want things done. You'll be working with her more often than the others." Alex answers Bill. I see Tom frown and pull back, and he turns away, as though this idea is not at all appealing to him.

"I'll do it, I don't mind the extra work. That's what I came here for." I say. We now stare at Bill, and he thinks for a long time before answering.

"Alright. Let's do it. She'll be great!" I smile and hug Bill. Now I definitely see a hint of jealousy in Tom's eyes, and I can distantly see it etched in his smooth face. I quickly let go of Bill, I don't want to be the cause of sibling rivalry. Even though it would be utterly hilarious to watch.

Alex turns forward in his seat, while Bill and Tom begin to talk in rapid German. Georg listens in to their conversation and I see him roll his eyes a few times before joining in. They keep glancing at me, I quickly turn away not wanting to get into the middle of anything.

What are they talking about? My German's a little rusty since I haven't spoken it in almost three months, I'll get better. I hope I didn't start something that could be bad. I put my face in my hands and breathe deeply, and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up into Gustav's face.

"Are you okay, Ella?" he asks quietly.

"Wha-? Yeah. I'm okay. Do you mind switching spots with me? I can't sit here. I feel a little sick."

"Of course. I am sorry about them, by the way. Tom gets jealous easily. Just ignore them." I smile at him and he stands up so we can switch.

"Thanks a lot, Gustav. I'm just gonna try and fall asleep." He nods and I rest my face against the cold airplane window. I close my eyes so that I look like I am sleeping, but I stay awake the whole trip to Los Angeles.

When Gustav woke me up, we were parked outside of our new tour bus in the air port, just waiting for us to load onto it. We grabbed our bags and headed out of the plane, while Alex helped me with my bags.

Thank God, we're finally back on the road!" Tom shouted. Tokio Hotel had to cancel their 1000 hotel tour to fix Bill's cyst. Now, they have me with them leading production on their new tour. As soon as I got off the plane my heart jumped from my chest all the way up into my throat. It was big and black and I love the thousand pound thing.

Georg popped his head from inside the bus. "Dudes, you have to check the place out." The rest of the guys was still standing outside packing their stuff into the back. Tom, Bill, and Gustav ran inside while I politely walked in after I loaded my stuff into the back, no help from the guys at all. The bus was new to them so they didn't know what to expect, and neither did I quite frankly, I've never even been on a bus this big.

First off, the bus was about two times bigger than any other bus that I've ever seen. There was a lounge, kitchen area, a fairly large bedroom in the back most likely for me, a beautiful bathroom even though its small, and five bunks for the guys. "This place rocks," Tom sighed, admiring the view.

I heard a knock on the door and turned around. Alex walked in with his cell phone in hand and waved a little hello to us all while we were admiring the inside of the bus. He looked upset, like he had heard some bad news. "Guys, I have to go back to Clearwater, business is getting a little rocky without me. But don't you worry, Ella will be my eyes and ears while I'm gone."

Bill walked to the front of the group. "Okay, I'm sure Ella can handle us." He put his arm around my shoulder and I thought that I heard a low growl from Tom behind me. I looked back and saw him walk into the bathroom and slam the door. I shrugged and walked off to the kitchen.

I didn't get a lot of sleep that night because of that little kiss, I was just up tracing my lips half the night, trying to convince myself that it did in fact happen. I felt guilty the whole night, thinking that I had totally betrayed James and everything I did was wrong.

Stupid boys, so confusing.

We had been on the road for about an hour and I was probably the only one who had been able to make myself comfortable. I sat at a table looking through my cell phone with my legs crossed and was in perfect view of the guys. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Georg and Bill were checking out my legs, but Tom was the only one actually watching me.

I bit my lip as my pressing of buttons grew faster. At first I didn't notice the guys staring at me until I uncrossed my legs and closed them shut. Georg let out a small moan in disappointment, and I heard this and tuned in to see what was going on. Tom and Gustav pretended to play video games, Georg cleaned his bass, and Bill whistled as he worked on something he was writing. Stupid boys.

I looked back to my cell phone but kept up my suspicions. I saw that Tom grew tired of my typing and dropped his controller.

He got up and walked up to the table. He gave me a glare that said he had lust on his mind. Figures. My head remained in place but my eyes followed him.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

Tom sat next to me, and this just made me a little uncomfortable, since it was in front of the rest of the guys. "So . . . what are you doing?" Tom asked, putting his arms behind his head.

When he said it like he was curious and I looked up at him. Bill perked up his head in curiousity as well, Gustav and Georg watched in anticipation to probably see what he was going to do next. Perverts.

"Euhh, checking to see if Alex gave me any messages, why?"

He leaned in closer. Breathe, you have a boyfriend. "No reason, just wondering. Kinda bored." I know it was just a little kiss and stuff, but it means nothing. I have a boyfriend, be calm.

"O-kay." I shook my head and went back to checking my messages.

"C'mon, Tom." Bill said. "Leave her be." He continued to write.

Tom lifted his arm away from me but didn't get up. "Fein, fein, whatever."

"Tom, I'm sorry. But I try to keep my personal life and my professional life separate. I have nothing really against you, but we need to keep it strictly professional, understand?" Ouch that was harsh. I just totally shut him down. But he really likes me . . . no! No, you must stay strong here, you have a man!

"You'll come back for me, my machine is easy." Your machine? Damn . . . okay, now I gotta admit, that was pretty good.

I smiled at his comment and continued to check my cell phone, I needed to check my messages.

"What are you doing anyway?" Gustav asked.

"I'm checking my cell phone to see if my team has gotten to the concert hall already."

"Team?" Georg asked. "What team?"

"Either yesterday or earlier today, my team was supposed to arrive at the concert hall to start preparing the stage for tomorrow. The team will help me with all our design plans and all of the sound checks. I'm suprised they hired four or six guys just for me."

"So the team will help you put together our stage?" Bill asked.

"Exactly. Not only that, but they will be helping with sound checks, rehersals, lighting and graphics, the works."

"Wow. I guess it would be a good idea to have a team. When are they supposed to be here?"

"Still working on that. I checked and they haven't gotten there yet, they say they are going to be there either early tomorrow morning or later tonight. So, we have until around later tomorrow night. I like to think of it as, quick party hours before the tour actually 'starts'."

Bill and Gustav clapped hands with each other at this news. Tom on the other hand, didn't for some reason want to party and said he just felt like staying in the bus. Whatever, his choice, but it was kind of suspicious.

After a while it started to get dark and everyone changed. The guys wore t-shirts and old pajama pants. Well, all except Tom. He went shirtless in an effort to impress me, it didn't really work. Unfortunately the effect was reverse. It turned out that I caught ALL the guys' eyes. They are all perverts, I'm telling you, deep, deep down.

I came out of the changing room wearing a thin tank top along with a pair of shorts, the bus was getting way to hot and cramped for me. I walked into the room and didn't realize how they were staring at me. I got the book out that I got from the bookstore and was about to sit down with it when Tom came up behind me and snatched it right out of my hands. I tried to reach it, but he kept on holding it up higher and higher.

"I'll trade you for it." Tom said as he smiled and watched me try and reach the book again.

I stopped trying to reach and gave up will. "Trade me with what? What do you want?"

"It isn't something you can just hand over."

"Tom," I crossed my arms, "I'm not going to fuck you." Not unless you ask me politely. Wait, did I just think that? Oh, god, something must be wrong with me.

He put his free hand against his heart and gave a sarcastic: "Oh that hurt so much! All I want is a little kiss," I raised my eyebrow. "Just a little one, on the cheek. That's it."

I gave a sly smile. I leaned over and placed my hand on his bare shoulder. I leaned over and placed my lips mere inches from his ear. I slowly lowered my hand down his smooth arm, the one without the book and whispered. "You know I have a better idea." He lowered the arm with my book in it as chills went down his back. "Would you like to know what it is?" He lowered his arm all the way. This was too easy.

"Uh-huh."

I quickly snatched it back from his hands and smiled.

"I'm going to read my novel in peace." I now had the book in my hands as Gustav, Georg, and Bill gave a bundle of "ooos" and further humiliated Tom.

I went and laid in my bed which was directly under Gustav's, for about fifteen minutes reading the book that I retrieved from Tom so very cunningly. I finally looked up and saw Bill staring at me from the table.

"Hello?" De ja vu.

The boys went back to their own business as I stared at them. "What?" They shook their heads, signaling that nothing was wrong.

"Okay, just a little wierd."

I noticed that the guys were all still wide awake. "You aren't going to sleep?" I glanced at the clock on the mirowave

"We're good. We usually just sit around until three. The only difference is that Tom usually wears a shirt." Gustav would have said more, but Tom smacked him in the head. "Ow."

"You know what guys." Bill said. "I think I'm going to head to bed too."

He walked over to his bed and laid there, slowly falling asleep. I just shrugged my shoulders and went on reading my book.

Whatever.