Disclaimer: I do not own Tokio Hotel, but Bill Kaulitz is fully booked for me, once I turn 21. (:

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Bill blinked twice and gasped in shock. He sat bolt upright in bed. He saw his reflection on the other side of the room. His eyeliner was all smudged and running down his face, his hair was flattened and dripping. His whole face, neck and the top of his shirt was wet.

Oh no, Bill thought. Have I wet the bed? All the way up to my face? He looked around frantically.

Of course, Bill knew it didn't make sense. But no one sweats that much.

But then he heard an object move by the door; the door which he had kept open all night, and just as he looked to the door, he saw a bucket fall over and roll a few inches into the room.

"Tom." He said out loud, immediately realizing.

There were whispers coming through the door.

Bill was not in the mood of tricks and pranks this early in the morning. He laid back on his bed in frustration and groaned, sealing his eyes shut.

Then all of a sudden, Tom jumped into the room with Georg and Gustav right behind him, there was a click and a flash, and Bill shot his eyes open and zeroed in on the camera in Tom's hand.

Tom was grinning his well-known cheeky grin. "Gotcha," He said.

Georg and Gustav doubled over in laughter.

"AH-HA!" Georg howled, pointing at Bill's pouting face. "Y-you…you…" He tried to speak between his howls of laughter. "You look like a…a sad lonely little lion!" He doubled over again. "Awwwwh!" He pretended to pinch his own cheeks as if it was so cute."Take another picture!"

Click. Flash. Laughter.

Bill gave them the finger, and crossed his arms. "You all suck."

Tom reached down to pick up a mug of coffee off the table and sipped it. "Oh, sorry, I blame the caffeine for making me act like a total idiot!" Tom was serious now. He was not happy. This prank didn't satisfy him. He pointed to his own eyes. "See these eyes?" He asked unnecessarily, as Bill was already looking at them. "Do you know what's under them?"

"Cheeks, you dumbass." Bill said in monotone, acting smart.

Tom ignored him. "BAGS. I have BAGS." He said. "EYE. BAGS." He repeated.

Bill laughed. He remembered about last night. "Grumpy little Tom didn't get his beauty sleep," He pretended to pout.

"Why don't you just go back to the jungle with Simba and lick each other's manes or something?!" Tom bellowed childishly.

"That was really lame, Tom," Georg poked him.

"Your face is lame!" Tom shouted back.

"Your mom is lame!" Georg replied jokingly.

All the while, Bill was laughing, wiping the smudged eyeliner off his face.

"Bill, you know, you have the same mom as he does," Gustav's comment cut Bill's laughter short.

Tom calmly walked out of the room.

"Hey, man, I was just kidding!" Georg said, following after Tom.

"Don't worry, Georg! It's Tom's time of the month right now. He's just PMSing." Bill called after him. "Get him a tampon!"

"Bill," Gustav said, still standing at the door. "You're really weird sometimes, you know that?" He commented, looking at Bill weirdly.

Bill ignored him. "Whatever. Okay, listen," He said in a hushed voice. "I'm going to get back at Tom at the concert tonight, so you have to play along, okay?"

Gustav put his palms forward, surrendering. "This is between the two of you. Tom will bash me with my own drumsticks if I take your side."

"And I will bash you with your whole drum kit for all I care!" Bill crossed his arms like a child would do when they don't get their very important candy supply.

"I'm taking Georg's side," Gustav sighed.

Bill's eyebrows furrowed. "He doesn't have a side,"

"Exactly."

"You suck!"

"I'm not taking your side!"

"Why would you choose Tom over me?!"

"I'm not taking his side, either."

"Then take my side,"

"No."

"Whyyyyyy?"

"Because."

"Because whaaaaat?"

"Because I said so."

"You suck!" Bill pouted.

"Just go back to bed or something!"

"That's it." Bill said in all seriousness. "I'm not taking your side, Gustav."

"I don't have a side, you idiot!"

"Dammit, that trick usually works on me…" Bill mumbled to himself.

"I'm not that stupid," Gustav gave a seriously-Bill-you-need-to-get-your-brain-together sort of look and left them room.

Bill stuck his tongue out when he left. He got up and went straight into Tom's room.

Tom looked up and stopped playing his guitar. "What do you want?" He asked suspiciously. His eyes narrowed.

"Coffee. I ran out." Bill began helping himself to his own cup of coffee.

Tom kept staring with his narrowed eyes.

Bill looked up and saw Tom staring at him. He picked up his cup of coffee, took a sip, and then took a big sideways step.

Tom's eyes followed.

Bill giggled, sipped his coffee, and then took a big sideways step back to where he was before.

Tom's eyes followed again.

Bill giggled again and sipped his coffee again and moved one step to the other side again.

Tom's eyes followed again.

Giggle. Sip. Step. Follow. Giggle. Sip. Step. Follow.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Tom?" Bill laughed.

Tom ignored the question. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Bill looked around innocently. "I'm not doing anything," He sipped his coffee again.

"You're planning something," He accused.

Bill snorted. "Yeah, I plan on drinking my coffee. So what?"

"That's not what I mean! You're going to do something tonight!"

"Well, I'm going to sing at the concert tonight, duh!" Bill said innocently.

"You're planning something, and you know it!"

Bill sipped his coffee and walked forward to Tom, looking at him closely.

Tom jerked his head back a little and furrowed his eyebrows. "What? W-what the hell's wrong with you?"

Bill gasped. "Tom!" He yelled right in his face. He stared intently at Tom's bewildered face. "A-are you on drugs?" He whispered.

"God! No! I am not on drugs! What the hell?!"

"Then why do you have…dark circles under your eyes?" Bill stared and his eyes widened.

"YOU DID THAT TO ME, YOU IDIOT! YOU SANG ALL NIGHT, AND I COULD NOT SLEEP ALL NIGHT BECAUSE OF YOU!" Tom yelled.

Bill backed away a few steps. "You are on drugs," He whispered. "Oh my God!"

Tom punched his arm. "If anything, you're the one that's on drugs!"

Bill rubbed his arm and cringed. "That really hurt!" Bill whined. "I'm going to get Simba on you!" He poured himself another cup of coffee and stormed out of the room. "Gustav! Get your ass here right now!"

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All apologies! Because nothing really happened here. I'm still thinking of stuff for them to do!