HERE IS CHAPTER 4. Yeah, it's a TOTAL crackfic.
Disclaimer: I own not the boys that make up Tokio Hotel
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"Shouldn't someone call their manager?" I sent a pointed look at the twins. They ignored me, happily slurping smoothies like there was no tomorrow. "Guys? Guys? BILL AND TOM YOU LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW!"
"Shhh," Tom slapped a cold hand over my mouth. "They'll hear you!"
"Well, I'll even use your last names if you don't pay attention," I snarled. Tom moved his hand away from my face.
"What did you say?" Bill asked, throwing away his empty smoothie cup.
"Shouldn't you guys call Jost?" I asked.
"I did this morning," Tom smirked confidently. "We have a show in Detroit in two days, and David said it would be okay if we stayed over another night. Georg and Gustav are on a plane to come over right now. They wanna hang out too, if that's okay with you."
"It's fine with me!" Rachel burbled.
"How unbelievably ironic that this should happen only a few days before your Detroit show," I sighed.
"It's perfect!" Bill smiled, throwing an arm around my shoulder. Rachel and Anna were talking to the other three boys.
"Hey Pa-ool," I called. The short, black-haired boy turned and smiled over to me. "Come here."
"What's up?" he asked.
"I need you to take Bill and Tom to American Eagle and get them some normal clothes. They'll be staying another night."
"Fine," Paul rolled his eyes before dragging the two boys along behind him.
"So, you two," I turned to my best girl friends. "Let's hit Bath and Body!"
"Okay, come on boys," Rachel grabbed James' hand and started for our favorite lip gloss store. We also liked their perfume, which we discovered, when mixed with Aeropostale boys brand cologne, made a scent much like Bill's German deodorant. We insisted on spraying our guy friends with this many times. We shopped to our girly hearts content, and got in line to check out.
"Hey, look, here comes Paul and the guys!" Anna said, pointing to the returning trio. Rachel and I paid for our supplies and followed Anna and Arron out of the store.
"They're so tight," Tom said, adjusting his belt for the fifth time.
"They're pants," Paul shrugged.
"I like mine," Bill looked down at his skinny jeans.
"Yeah, but you're used to wearing those kinds of jeans. I'm used to more room," Tom fidgeted. Anna and I laughed. Rachel just walked over and tugged them down a little. Tom sighed gratefully.
"Low-riding," she muttered.
"Much better," Tom hugged Rachel around the head. Anna pouted, Arron leaned down to kiss her.
"Alright, lets head home and set up a MOVIE NIGHT!" I pumped my fist in the air. The boys, seeing an excuse to kiss their girlfriends, high-fived. Bill and Tom shrugged and followed us out the door to our assorted vehicles. I took my friends, and stopped at a Family Video to grab some movies for the night.
"What should we watch?"
"Something scary!" Tom eclaimed.
"Something romantic," Anna sighed.
"Something funny!" Rachel insisted.
"So we need a scary-comedic-drama-romance?" Bill clarified. I nodded and began searching the shelves. Instead of finding one movie, we found two. Scary Movie (scary comedy) and The Tempest (dramatic romance). When we got back to Rachel's house, I took the five boys downstairs to set up the movie room and make more space for the two new arrivals. Anna and Rachel started to cook, Rice crispy treats, brownies, caramel popcorn...they were little chefs.
After about an hour of cleaning and setting up, twin shrieks could be heard as Gustav and Georg were engulfed by Rachel-fangirl-glomps. (A/N: GLOMP: A tackle-hug)
"Was?" Georg asked in German. "Ich bin Georg!"
"No dip, Sherlock! What are you, stupid? They know who you are," Gustav whacked Georg upside the head and pointed to the Tokio Hotel poster above Rachel's door.
"Oh, yeah."
"Come on downstairs and meet our other friends! I take it that you brought clothes for the sleepover?" Anna dragged the drummer and bassist over to the stairwell. Rachel and I heard a car horn honk, and went outside to see who it was. David Jost stood outside a limousine.
"Are you Rachel and Jane?" he asked, "Bill mentioned you two on the phone."
"Yes we are," I affirmed.
"I would like to thank you girls for taking care of our gangster and diva," Jost gave a chuckle, "I hope they weren't too much trouble."
"No, they were great! They even helped around the house and made us breakfast!" Rachel grinned.
"Really? Our boys? Help?" Jost seemed surprised before giving another deep laugh. "As a return of kindness, you and your four friends get tickets and backstage passes to our concert in Detroit. We will also pay for your hotel room."
"That's way too much!" I insisted.
"No, you managed to A) not rip their clothes off, B) take care of them, and C) make sure no one else ripped their clothes off. When you have money to burn, this is a minor thing."
"Well, thank you sir!" I reached over and shook his hand. Rachel and I beamed, before running back into the house to watch the movies.