Yes, this is basically a continuous crackfic that I enjoy writing! Daddy's Little Prinzessin is MUCH better! This is my worst writing.
Disclaimer: *Heavy sarcasm* I'm at a Tokio Hotel VIP party, dancing with Bill RIGHT NOW. (Actually I'm listening to World Behind My Wall and singing along poorly)
Paul, I'm sorry we always kill you...so I let you live this time! :) ^_^
(Examples of Paul Dying: Stubborn in The Lodging House, Ageny Luap in HandprintontheWall's Creation of Death, LeutenantJames Scott in NCIS13's FrameUp)
My cellphone began screaming "READY SET GO! READY SET GO!" I groaned and slapped my hand down over the speaker. I read the text message New shpmnt of TH stuf, hury. -COLE
"Wake up guys! Cole has a new shipment for us!" I shouted, waking my two friends from their sleep.
"Ugh, we were up until like...four am last night! You could have let us sleep in!" Rachel protested. I looked over at the digital clock, it read: 1:00pm.
"It's one o'clock! Come, on we have to go to Hot Topic," I whined as I pulled Anna out of her sleeping bag. As soon as I said "Hot Topic" Rachel perked up.
"Did Cole send you a text?" she asked, jumping up to find her clothes. I nodded. Cole was our friend who worked at the local Hot Topic in our mall. Whenever a new shipment of Tokio Hotel merchandise came in, he would let us know and save two of everything for us. Anna, Rachel, and I raced to get dressed and do our makeup.
"I had the weirdest dream last night," I laughed as I combed out my flattened 'Bill-do'.
"I did too, something about Bill and Tom showing up!" Anna giggled. "Tom was hot."
"Wait...that's the dream I had," I looked over to Rachel, who looked down at Anna, who looked up at me.
"Jane, you don't think..." Rachel trailed off.
Without saying another word, I dashed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Bill was making a vegetarian omelet big enough to feed a circus; while Tom was pouring out four cups of OJ. (Orange Juice...not the singer/rapper dude)
"We made breakfast for you," Bill said in his German accent. My eyes bugged out and I let out a small squeak. Rachel and Anna stormed in behind me, their eyes as wide as dinner plates.
"Thanks," Anna smiled, recovering from her initial shock and winking at Tom. I slapped her arm.
"You have a boyfriend!" I chided. Anna blushed as Tom looked down heartened.
"Speaking of which, we need to call Paul, James, and Arron and get them over here!" Anna said. Tom frowned and Bill gave a happy cheer.
"Thanks for breakfast though, it was really thoughtful of you," I said.
"No problem Jane," Bill said, "We wouldn't want to be bothers!"
Get ur butts ovr here, ASAP! I texted Paul, James and Arron. After eating a delicious breakfast made by German rock stars (OMG I'M STILL FREAKING OUT HERE!) there was a knock at the door. I threw it open and pulled in the three familiar boys.
"What's so important that our butts had to be over here?" Paul smirked. I just rolled my eyes.
"Remember that German band Rachel and I are obsessed with?" I asked.
"Tokio Motel?" Arron guessed.
"Hotel, Arron Tokio Hotel," I stressed, "And yeah them."
"What about them?" Asked James. "Where's Rachel?"
"Your girlfriend is entertaining two musicians in her kitchen," I said, "Tom and Bill Kaulitz are in the FREAKING KITCHEN!"
"Wow, what did you guys eat at the party last night?" Paul laughed. I angrily grabbed his wrist and yanked him into the house, and stalking to the adjoining room. His mouth opened wide when he spotted the two familiar faces. (Most of my notebooks were covered in pictures of the Kaulitz twins and the Tokio Hotel logo)
"See?" I asked, smirking myself.
"Whoa," Arron and James muttered simultaneously when they walked in. Bill waved and Tom nodded, his dreadlocks waving. "Awesome."
"Yeah, and we need to get them to the mall!" Rachel burst.
"Hot Topic shipment?" Paul asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest. I nodded, Paul was aware of our routine Tokio-Hotel-mall-crawl.
"Yes! And we need to disguise the boys," I sighed. "Bill only has his weird performance costume thingy, Tom's clothes look pretty normal."
"Good point," Tom said, speaking for the first time. Then he turned and stuck his tongue out at Bill, "That's what you get for being the freak of the family."
"Would any of you girls happen to be a size nine in skinny jeans?" Bill asked. Rachel ran up the stairs. "Where is Rachel going?" Bill asked. When he said her name in his accent, it sounded like "Ritzel".
"Upstairs to get some of her brother's clothes," I waved my arm in that general direction. "Do you need to use the bathroom? We have eyeliner."
"That would be schön!" Bill exclaimed. Then he blushed. "Nice. It would be nice. I forgot you don't speak in fluent German."
"Weird. What kind of dude wears eyeliner?" Paul muttered under his breath. I smacked his arm.
"Make fun of Billa, and I'll pull your underwear up so freakin' high they'll need to be surgically removed," I snarled. Bill walked across the room to give me a high-five. Paul glared, so I leaned over and hugged him. He relaxed a bit after that.
"Alright, Bill and Tom, go with Jane. She will make you blend in," Anna instructed.
"Blend in?" Tom asked, standing up anyway.
"She's a makeup artist," Arron shrugged. I grabbed one arm of each star and took them both upstairs.
"Bill, you'll take longer, so you can go last," I said. Tom sat on the closed toilet lid while I pulled his dreadlocks under a baseball hat so they stuck out the hole in the back. (Kind of like a demented ponytail with dreads...interesting style) "Done."
"I'll send in Bill," Tom left. Bill came in and sat on the vacated toilet. I gave him trace amounts of eyeliner and straightened his hair. I handed him a black Tokio Hotel beanie (oh, the irony) and shades.
"You'll be the most recognizable, but don't expect to be mobbed. TC is a small city with only a few extreme Tokio Hotel fans," I said, turning to do my own makeup.
"Can I do your makeup?" Bill asked. I nodded and relinquished my eyeliner to him. He lined them lightly, and did a sort of younger-more-innocent-smoky-eye effect. I looked amazing. He pulled my hair up, accenting it with a red bow over the back of the ponytail. (Matching my red Zimmer 483 concert t-shirt)
"Alright, lets get you into the car and to the mall!" I grabbed Bill's wrist and dragged him to Rachel's brother's room, where his outfit for the day was sitting on the bed. Black skinnies, an ACDC t-shirt, and a pair of black converse. Bill thanked me as I left the room so he could change.
Downstairs, Tom had changed and was talking with Arron about some rapper I didn't recognize.
"So you're dating Anna?" Tom asked Arron. Arron leaned down to kiss his girlfriend on the forehead tenderly.
"Yep. And I'm such a lucky guy, she's perfect!" Arron wrapped his arms around the short girl as she leaned back against his chest.
"Sie ist perfekt, ich bin eifersüchtig. Sie sind böse," Tom muttered quickly. (She is perfect, I'm jealous. You're evil)
„I have a feeling that wasn't a nice comment Tommi," I said, smacking Tom over the head.
„It wasn't," Tom smirked up at me.
„Very nice," I added. Bill and Rachel came back downstairs, Paul and James were already getting the car started for us.
„Come on, we HAVE TO GET TO THE MALL!" I called. Everyone piled into the minivan. Anna and Arron took a different car. When Rachel turned on the radio, we heard Bill singing. He joined the track with his real voice, and Tom started doing the air-guitar.
„DURCH DEN MONSUN!" I sang off-key. Rachel and I sang along with Bill, who was sitting one seat behind me. I was in shotgun and Rachel was driving. We pulled into the Target parking lot, laughing like idiots and jamming to Tokio Hotel with Tokio Hotel...well...half of Tokio Hotel.
„To Hot Topic!" I said, and everyone piled back out of the car and into a mob. The eight of us headed for the entrance, and straight for our favorite store. Bill pulled on his beanie and left the glasses in the car. When we entered the store, my friend Cole was waiting at the counter with three t-shirts, two CDs, three armbands, and a coffee mug with Bill's face on it that read 'Future Mrs. Bill Kaultiz".
„We'll take everything," I handed Cole my Hot Topic member card and a wad of cash.
„Alrighty then ladies," Cole began scanning things. Bill and Tom wandered around and Paul and James left for the Gamestop next door. I rolled my eyes. Rachel and Anna each reached for their bag, Tom took Anna's for her and she blushed.
„Oh Cole, we would like to introduce you to..." I trailed off. „Rachel, can we trust Cole?"
„Of course!" Rachel said, leaning over the counter, „This is Bill and Tom."
„You guys are so funny," Cole slapped Rachel's arm playfully. Bill looked up from his post by the makeup and Tom wandered over from a rock shirt stand.
„I'm Tom Kaulitz," Tom offered his hand. Cole passed out, and we hurriedly left the store.