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Kyra POV

Our laughter rang through the half empty restaurant, our talk was loud and our smiles were huge.

I could like Germany.

Restaurant.

Bill POV

I think the girls really enjoyed being here. My view was biast, then. I guess from growing up here, I hated it to no end. It was hell, to them, it was heaven. They love us. Wow, I sound like Tom. Our waitress soon came, popping a pink bubble-gum bubble and twirling her ringlets of brown hair around her finger. She pulled her gum in and smiled at the four of us. Being the boys that is.

"My name is Kee, and I'll be your server today. What could I get ya for a drink?" she asked, turning to me. She leaned her pad down on the table, leaning over to write. Tom guffawed and stuck his finger in his mouth, pretending to retch to the other guys. Kyra saw how uncomfortable I was and wrapped her arm around my waist possessively. Laying her chin on my shoulder, she watched me with her green eyes.

"I'll have a coke," I muttered, looking away. Kyra flipped open one of the menus and then looked back up at the Kee. She was avidly annoyed now. Her finger stopped twirling as she crossed her arms.

"Same." Kyra said flippantly. They had a stare down. Kyra narrowed her eyes and flashed her eyes to me. 'Mine' she mouthed angrily. Kee hissed and turned to Julia. Who's answer was the same as Kyra.

Tom: Same.

When she turned to Georg, she put on her "I'm perfect" stare. Georg looked down at his menu quickly, wide eyed before Gustav put his arm around him and waved his pale finger. Georg's eyes grew again as he looked at Gustav. This was priceless. Julia pulled out her camera and took a picture of them together, then secretly taking a picture of heavily makeup-ed Kee, then Kyra and I.

"He's mine hunny," he said with a high voice. We all held back out laughter as they ordered their drinks. They both got small waters before she picked up her pad snappily and stuffed it into the pocket of her apron.

Kee walked away angrily, sashaying her hips back and forth. Tom retched again, making us all laugh. Kyra retracted her arm and sat back, closing her eyes. We all had the same thoughts. This would be one interesting lunch.

"So, Gustav, Georg, when did you go gay?" Julia asked, leaning forward on the table. Gustav playfully thought, while Georg stuttered. "Whatever. I'm surprised: She didn't hit on Tom. The one we most expect her too." Kyra grinned and stuck her tongue out at him before Kee came back. Setting down her things, she pulled her bad out again with her pen and tapped it impatiently.

"So what are we getting?" she asked, starting at Gustav this time. We all ordered our different things before she walked away, leaving us in laughs again.

When she finally came back with our food, we ate through it quickly. After we ate and the check was placed, four wallets were pulled out, then debating. Tom was yelling at Georg, Georg was yelling at Gustav, Gustav was yelling at me and I was yelling at Tom. It was quite interesting.

"HOLY CRAP! I'll freakin' pay," Julia shook her head, putting the money down and getting up. None of us dare argue with her as we walked out to the car. The same seats as before, though Kyra was hell bent on sitting in the bed.

Julia finally calmed her down enough so she got there was no room, allowing us to leave. As Georg pulled out of the small parking lot, Gustav turned up the radio. Preset onto it was a punk station, much to Tom's distaste. This caused another debate...And more yelling.

"Change it, this is crap," Tom said, leaning forward to flick the radio to a rap station. The rest of the car booed. "What, this is what you're supposed to listen to! Its good, and makes sense." Gustav turned to stare at him, as did the girls. Their faces were utterly priceless as they attempted to explain, or yell. He raised his eyebrow, waving his hand in a distinct 'go on' motion.

"Makes sense? Its about FREAKIN' SEX! All of it! You know its true!" Kyra yelled, shaking her head and looking at me for backup. "I mean, seriously Tom, you make punk music, and you favor rap?"

"He was outnumbered," Georg snickered at my comment. As did Julia. Gustav nodded, turning back to the front. Julia shook her head, smacking Tom on the back of the head for being stupid. We continued on random chat as we rode home, each of us striking conversation with another. Tom was talking to Georg, Julia to Gustav, then Kyra and I.

Laughs rang through the car easily. It was amazing. In the three hours two stanger girls had been in our home, here for a contest, we had become good friends. To a point it was like they were part of the band, like they always had been. They were enjoying it here, and I think for once, the rest of us were too.

Thanks guys for all your support. This is really short, and really crappy, and I really apologize for that. Just trying to get something up for you guys as I try to update each of my stories today. It may be hard, as I have a lot of other stuff on my mind.

But anyway, thank you. Lots. And hope you enjoy, despite that I don't.

-Kyra-