Heyyy All! So whats up! I am acting like a complete SPAZZ At The moment, of course a Tokio Hotel Spazz, but yea know. So Thank You so Much For All Your Reviews! It made My week So Much better, I mean finials are a bitch aren't they? I mean damn, just damn. Okay well, here you go, you reviewed new chapter!

Rated T: For strong language, and slight sexual content

A/U:If you didn't already guess this is the sequel to Tom she's Fifteen! So if you haven't read that story you might want to or you might not understand oh and if you're wondering why Elan isn't spelled with that little dash over the top - '. Well it is because I'm using my lap top and its a mother fucking, justin beiber loving bitch! Lol sorry I didn't mean to offend anyone who likes him, or anybody else, I like to joke so please don't get mad at me if I do.

Disclaimer: I don't own Tokio Hotel or any of the members- I just do this for the love of writing and my love for Tokio Hotel

I opened my eyes, to look at the old grandfather clock that stood in the corner of my room. The light was reflecting right off of the old piece of junk right into my eyes, making me squint. I threw my head back onto the pillow, with a sigh of frustration I closed my eyes.

How could I possibly take Tom's word? After all this is Tom we're talking about. The guy who tricked me into believing in Santa Clause until I was in seventh grade. The moron who said that monsters really did live under the bed, then would come and scare me in the middle of the night.

But all those things were just to humiliate me, none were to hurt me. He seemed pretty convinced it was her, so maybe going wouldn't be such a bad thing. Maybe I could trust him, just maybe.

I decided before I made a too drastic of a chance I would go down and talk to him.

Pulling a beanie over my bedhead I walked don the stairs were Tom was strumming his guitar. "Good morning sleeping emo." He said looking up to me smiling with his signature side smiles. I walked from the landing of the staircase over to him. He looked up to me. "Wanna make me some lunch?" I glanced over to the clock.

It was four! "Tom! Why didn't you wake me up?" He glanced up at me. "Well pretty boys need their sleep too. So I'm taking that as a 'no' to the whole lunch thing?" I glared for a second, but soon swiped the disapproving look from my face.

This wouldn't work if we we're mad at each other. "Tom, can I ask you something?" He looked up at me from his guitar. "Sure why not,"

"You wouldn't lie to me would you? You know about Elan?" He looked at me like he was hurt.

"You think I would lie to you?" He asked. I looked away. "Sorry, I just wanted to make sure." He paused for a moment before speaking. "So, is that still a 'no' to you making me lunch?" I smiled at him knocking the hat of his head. We both laughed for a moment. He smiled at me.

"You should start getting ready." He told me.

I cocked my head to the side. "Well you know because, if it takes a preppy girl two hours to get ready, then it should take about double that for you."I rolled my eyes as I started heading up the stairs back to my room.

I probably laid on my bed for hours, thinking, wondering, hoping.

When I looked out of my window it was well past the sunset. It was a dark and cloudy out. Me being a person who loves darkness, black, vampires, and all that shit! This weird night just ran a chill down my spine.

I got up, I had to wear something that wouldn't get me recognized. I grabbed the pair of jeans Tom had let be borrow and slid them on. Then grabbed the gray sweatshirt and put it on. I pulled out a pair of old sunglasses to covered my eyes. Then one of my older beanies. If the paparazzi are looking for a version of me, eighteen year old me, and Tom, then they might have a chance to snap a shot.

By the time I was done it was ten. I started walking down the stairs. Tom was now watching TV.

"Watcha Watching?" I asked. He glanced up at me. "Well that's an interesting outfit." He stated, looking at me with one of those 'what the fuck is that on your body' look, the one where he raises his eyebrows.

"What?" I said defensively "No one will recognize me!" He bit down on the inside of his cheek.

"You bet they won't" I just shook my head. "Well, I guess its all for love."

I looked at him for a moment, again I would let it slide. "Okay, fine, whatever, where is this strip club anyway?" He looked up, signaling he was thinking, What a shock!

"Its down at that bar, um... I think its called Renaissance."

I was in shock, I thought that place was just a bar, not a strip club. "Okay,"

I sat down at one of the tables that a very slutty looking hostess had led me to. I thanked her quickly, before she smiled, stuck out her chest, then walked away swinging her hips. Every single waitress was looked like a prostitute. I couldn't believe how women would defile themselves like that! Just to get a few extra bucks.

Now I scanned the place. I was only in the bar section. I wouldn't go to the 'strippers room'. That didn't seem like the smart thing to do. But Tom had only said he thought he saw he her. That could mean she could be a waitress. Hopefully she's a waitress.

I took off my beanie, then I ran my hand through my hair. I didn't see her, but some one did catch my eye. It was an actor, I couldn't tell for sure but I knew if the recognized me, I would be screwed! No! That wasn't the problem, wherever an actor is, it means the paparazzi are here.

I quickly pulled the beanie over my head, and readjusted my sunglasses.

"Would you like a drink sir?" I looked up to a waitress, her smile was wide, and her red hair straightened and her eyes covered in glitter- along with all the skin that was visible. Which was too much for much, for that matter.

"I'm actually looking for someone, she might work here." a blank look came across her face. "Um, sorry we don't do special orders here."

"Oh! Now, nothing like that! I'm a friend."

"Okay, well what's her name."

"Elan Malone. She's tall, honey brown eyes, immature, pale, skinny, she has a tattoo of a piano on her back."

she tapped her glittery pencil against the notepad she was holding in her hand. Then she started- "Well, the description sounds familiar, sounds like you're talking about Monica Lopez, but she is very tan, um. She's working tonight, actually I think she just got done with her show. How about I go find her, stay put." She paused for a moment. "Would you like a drink while you're waiting, it could take some time for her to get dressed again if she just got done with her show."

"No thank you," she smiled then went over to the bar, she talked to the bartender that was pouring drinks.

Ahhhh! I know what you are all thinking! When is he going to find Elan! Sooon I TELL YOU SOO SOOON! Sorry again i'm spazzy still... I just got back from going on a jog, did you know how in Legally Blonde how she says exercising make s u happier? Well it does!

Okay so I have a question if you got married, but like wasnt planning on having sex till your wedding night, and your wedding night roles around, you find out that your husband is a tranny? What would you do? Sorry me and my friend were talking about it I was just wondering what you guys would think,

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