I have this annoying little voice inside that's telling me that people are losing interest in this story, and you know…
THAT'S OKAY, COS SO AM I!!! LOL :p
But I'm going to continue writing this story because I have an interesting event that will take place in the story very soon. (:
I apologize that Bill and Tom seem really out of character in this chapter, just so you know. (:
Disclaimer: I do not own Tokio Hotel. Yah-huh.
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Quick Recap:
He looked around for something to do, then gave one big whack on Tom's shoulder with Gustav's drumsticks.
Crack.
There was a huge crack right down the middle of the drumstick. They both stared at it in horror as it broke off and fell to the floor.
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"Oh God, oh God, oh God." Bill waved his arms around frantically, looking for something. He rushed over to the dressing table and pulled out a roll of sticky tape. He wrapped tape all around it, messily and worriedly.
"Bill, that won't do anything!" Tom yelled at him, annoyed.
"It's your fault!" Bill complained. He ripped the sticky tape off the drumstick roughly, making more cracks and splinters. "God!" He rushed to Gustav's room. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Look, Gustav!" He exclaimed as he reached the door of Gustav's hotel room.
"Bill! What are you doing?! Don't tell him yet!" Tom shouted after him.
"Look at what Tom did to you drumsticks!" He shoved the drumsticks in front of Gustav's horror-stuck face. "He's evil! Look at what he did!"
Tom caught up to Bill and saw Gustav glaring right back at him. "WHAT?!"
"Those were my lucky drumsticks," Gustav growled between clenched teeth.
Tom put his hands up. "W-whaa…eh, i-i-it wh-wha uh…" He couldn't explain himself with Gustav's glare on him. "GOD!" He yelled. "God! Gustav, I have never seen you like this before!"
"Those drumsticks were a gift," He growled at Tom.
"I-I DIDN'T EVEN DO IT, FOR GOD'S SAKE!" Tom threw his hands up in the air. "IT WAS BILL!" He jabbed a finger at Bill's chest.
Bill crossed his arms and looked at Tom. "Don't go blaming it on me, Tom!"
"Yeah, Tom." Georg walked through. "What are you blaming on Bill? You bully," He teased.
"I DIDN'T BREAK YOUR DRUMSTICKS, GUSTAV, I SWEAR!"
"OUCH!" Georg shouted. "You broke his drumsticks?!"
"I SAID I DIDN'T BREAK HIS FREAKING DRUMSTICKS!" Tom bellowed.
Georg ignored that. "Breaking his drumsticks…" He mumbled, shaking his head. "That's deep, Tom. Deep."
Tom whacked the back of Georg's head. "I. DIDN'T. DO. IT." He pronounced each word through clenched teeth. "GOD."
Bill had a total look of innocence on his face. "Then why don't you explain to everyone how you-" He exaggerated the word 'you' for his convenience. "Got this crack in Gustav's lucky drumsticks?" He looked at Tom like he, himself, didn't do anything wrong.
Tom jabbed his index finger in Bill's chest. "YOU HIT ME ON THE SHOULDER WITH GUSTAV'S DRUMSTICKS, WHICH MEANS THAT THAT CRACK IN GUSTAV'S DRUMSTICK IS YOUR FAULT!" Tom jabbed his finger at him so hard that Bill stumbled back a step.
There was a long pause. Everyone in the room was still. Then Bill sighed.
"Fine." He looked to the floor. "Why don't we just get this over with, and say that I did it?" Bill said as if he was being the saint to 'take the blame' for Tom. He plastered that I-didn't-do-it-but-I'll-be-a-good-boy-and-say-that-I-did-it-for-the-sake-of-world-peace-around-here sort of look.
"I know what you're doing, Bill." Tom glared at him, not fooled by Bill's act. "I know what you're thinking,"
Bill looked up, pure innocence in his puppy dog eyes.
"You're thinking, I didn't do it, but I'll be a good boy and say that I did it for the sake of world peace around here!" He mimicked in a childish, high-pitched baby voice. He didn't realize that he was spot on.
Bill looked down as if he was going to cry. "And he still blames it on me!"
"Shut up! I don't care!" Gustav shouted; something he didn't always do. "One of you did it, either way! And one of you is lying! But I'm angry at both of you! I don't care who did it anymore! My drumsticks are broken, either way!" He stormed out of the room. "Josef!" He called out to one of the crew members as he walked down the hall. "I need new drumsticks. Don't ask. They need to be ready for tonight's…" His voice faded down the hallway.
Bill sat on Gustav's bed. "I feel bad." His shoulders slumped.
"So you should!" Tom replied angrily, staying at the doorway. "You should apologize. I can't believe you blamed it on me."
Bill looked up and furrowed his eyebrow. "I don't feel bad for you, idiot!" He stood up sharply, head held high, and walked past Tom, hitting Tom's shoulder with his own, and walked towards Tom's room. Tom followed.
Georg sighed. "Whatever, guys. I'm not getting involved in this." He went over to the other direction down the hallway to help Gustav.
When Bill arrived in Tom's room, he looked behind him to find Tom narrowing his eyes suspiciously.
"What are you doing in my room? What now?" Tom glared.
"I need more coffee." Bill said indifferently, emptying his mug of cold coffee and replacing it with steaming coffee. He sipped it and put his mug down. He heard his cell phone ring through the door of his own hotel room, and rushed over to get it.
Tom listened in the hallway, as Bill left his door wide open.
"Oh…hi," Bill said, pulling the phone away from his ear and cringing as there were loud screams coming out of the speaker.
Tom snorted. It was another one of those obsessive stalking fangirls.
Bill put the phone back to his ear. "H-how…did you get my number?" He asked, not really wanting to know the answer. He paused while they explained, aahing and oohing at the right times. Then he said what he says to any fangirl who gets a hold of his number.
Tom was expecting this.
Bill held the phone away from his face, cleared his throat and put a deep, gruff voice on. "Is that another fangirl caller?!" He yelled, impersonating a deep, mean voice. "Ah, excuse me just a moment," He said into the receiver in his own voice. "The bodyguard is extra angry today. He doesn't like it when the fangirls call me on my cell…ah, he wants to speak to you…" Bill smiled, knowing what would happen next. "Oh, you have to go? Okay then, it was nice speaking to you…Bye." He hung up the phone. He knew it was mean to do that, but it just happened so often to everyone in the band, that one of their bodyguards told them to do that every time a fangirl rang.
Bill sighed and looked around the room for his coffee. "Coffee, coffee, coffeeeeeeeeeee…" He mumbled. He had left it in Tom's room.
Just as Tom realized Bill's coffee was left in his room, he slammed his door shut.
Bill looked in the direction of the slammed door. He gasped. "MY COFFEE!" He ran to Tom's room. "Tooooom~!" He turned the knob of Tom's door while he ran towards it, expecting it to open; only to find out it was locked. He slammed his head into Tom's closed door. He staggered back and held his forehead. "Ooooooow!" He yelled. "Tooom~!"
Bill heard Tom's hysterical laughter on the other side of the door.
"Tom! You're so mean! Open the door!" He banged his fist on the door. "I want my coffee back!" He slid onto his knees oh-so dramatically, banging on the door oh-so weakly, pretending to sob oh-so sadly. "Toooom…" He grunted like a zombie. Then he stopped and popped an idea in his head.
He did what every child thought was oh-so convincing. He used reverse-psychology.
"Okay, fine." Bill groaned and got to his feet. "I'm going away, then." He stomped on the floor, not going anywhere, making his footsteps softer and softer, until he stopped. Then he crept closer to Tom's door to see if he was convinced that Bill had left. He put his ear against the door, anticipating…
"Bill, I'm not stupid." Tom yelled from the other side of the door. "I know you're still there. Any five-year-old wouldn't be fooled by that make-your-footsteps-loud-and-then-make-them-softer-and-softer-as-if-you're-walking-away-even-though-you're-still-right-at-the-door trick. I'm not stupid." He said. "And I'm not opening the door." He added.
"TOOOOOOOM~!" Bill screamed in agony, at his oh-so original trick revealed. "Damn you! I just want my coffee!" He sobbed. "And the rest of your coffee tins…" He added silently to himself.
"Just get it from Georg!"
"No!"
"Why?!"
"Because my lucky mug is in your room!"
"Why do you need a lucky mug?!"
"Because it's lucky!"
"Are you stupid?"
"No!" Bill banged on the door. "Just give me my damn coffee and I'll leave you alone!"
There was no reply.
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEE!" Bill screamed to the heavens.
Bill silently sat against Tom's door for a few more minutes, just looking at the ceiling. He heard giggles at the end of the hallway, and then there appeared three girls, staring straight at him. He looked down at the pink, fluffy wrapped objects in each of their hands. One of the bodyguard crew members stood behind them.
Bill sighed. More obsessive fangirls coming to bring sparkly gifts.
They walked straight over to Bill, who stood up to greet them. The bodyguard stood a short distance away.
Each of them smiled and each handed him one of the fluffy gifts.
"Where's Tom?" One of them whispered in Bill's ear.
Bill turned to the door and knocked on Tom's door. "Tom," He called. "There are some fans here to meet you," He looked down at them and smiled. "They have some, uh…gifts…for you," He said, staring at the pink wrapping.
Tom was not in the mood for another one of his stupid pranks. Not in the mood. "Bill," He said. "I'm telling you, I'm really not as stupid as you to fall for that!" He yelled.
Bill frowned as he remembered the time when Tom said there were girls waiting outside his room, only to open the door and get splashed wet by Tom and his water balloon.
"No one wants to visit your hotel room!" Tom yelled to him.
Bill looked at the girls. "They do too!" He replied, embarrassed.
"Tom," called one of the fangirls, knocking lightly. "We just want to give you a gift."
"We just want to give you a gift!" Tom mimicked. "Honestly, Bill. No girl has a voice as high-pitched and childish as that. You can do better!"
The girl looked absolutely crushed.
"Tom!" He banged hard on the door. "I'm not pretending!"
"Yeah, yeah," Tom sighed. "Next thing you know, you're going to tell me they have pink, fluffy gifts for me, just like all the others! I'm not fooled, Bill!"
Now all the girls looked crushed. All their heads turned down.
Bill threw his hands up in frustration. He looked at the girl with a sad smile. "He didn't mean that. He just thinks I'm trying to fool him. He's not really in the mood right n-"
"Stop talking to yourself, Bill!" Tom interrupted him.
"Do you want me to give him your gifts later?" He asked them sheepishly.
"Okay…" Two of the girls stared down at Bill's open hands and handed it to him.
The other girl kept looking down and didn't give him the gift. The girl that Tom mimicked. "Don't worry about mine. I don't think he likes me." She smiled sadly at Bill. "Just give these to Georg and Gustav."
"Okay," Bill said simply, not wanting to force her.
"It's time to go, girls." The bodyguard said. "They need to prepare for the concert."
The girls each hugged him and turned to leave. Bill stared after them. He saw the girl hesitantly put Tom's gift in the bin on her way to the lift.
"TOM!" He bellowed in absolute anger. "YOU STUPID IDIOT! THEY WERE REAL! THERE WERE THREE OF THEM! AND THEY JUST LEFT! LOOK, THEY LEFT GIFTS FOR YOU!"
Tom reluctantly opened the door with a dull look on his face, then he looked down at the gifts in Bill's hands. "OH, CRAP!" He covered his mouth in shock. "THEY MUST HAVE HEARD ME AND EVERYTHING! OH CRAP OH CRAP OH CRAP!"
"The girl you mimicked threw your gift in the bin. Shame on you." Bill teased.
Then to Tom's surprise, Bill laughed hysterically at him, dropping the gifts to the floor.
Tom grunted and went back in his room to grab his wallet. "Whatever. I've got a headache," He said, as he stepped out of his room and locked his door. "I'm getting some aspirin for this."
"You don't need to go and buy it; I still have some left in my room if y-"
"I don't trust you." Tom interrupted. "You'll probably pee on it or something." He said, monotonously.
Bill put his palms forward. "Whatever you say…" He stared after Tom as he went around the corner, out of sight.
Tom could not contain his smile, knowing what he was really going to buy.
Bill looked at Tom's locked door and a tortured look appeared on his face.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO~! MY COFFEEEEEEEE!" He bawled against the door. "WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE???!!!"
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OOOFT! This is a reaaaaallyyyyyyyy long chapter! Sorry! Didn't mean for it to be! R&R is good for motivation!!! Yay for over 200 hits! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! AND I HOPE YOU CAN KEEP READING FOR THE EVENT THAT IS SOON TO BE WRITTEN! (In the next chapter, I'm sure. And if not, the one after that.) *HUGE GRIN!*