Omg, I was surprised to find 4 new reviews the next day after posting chapter six, which really pleased me! Just let me have one short complaint, though. Another kiddo reported me for Real Person Fiction something something. :'( Urgh. Have some fun in life, pls.

*Oh burn* JUST KIDDINGS !

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Disclaimer: I don't own Tokio Hotel. 'Nuff said. :'(

(There is also another disclaimer which will be at the bottom of the page because if I write it up here, it will kind of ruin the chapter.) :D :D

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Gustav grumpily tapped his new drumsticks against the counter in Georg's room and sighed. He walked across the room and draped himself across Georg's bed.

"Hey." Georg said to him from the couch. "Off the bed. I don't want your scent on my bed while I sleep."

"Why?" His reply was muffled by the blanket he had buried his face in. "You're afraid you'll have a wet dream about me tonight?"

Georg gawked at him. "God…no." He flicked through the channels on the television. "If anything, it's a nightmare."

Gustav didn't answer.

"Get off my bed!" He threw a pillow at Gustav's head, who made no reaction. "I'll sleep on this couch if I have to."

"Oh my God. Cooties. Oh dear Lord, please help me." Gustav moaned sarcastically.

"Ha, ha. Very funny."

"I don't feel like playing tonight." Gustav whined. "How long do we have left until the concert?"

Georg glanced at the clock. "About fifteen minutes."

Gustav groaned. "Gurghhgurhghrugghrrrrrghuuugh! I don't wanna go!" He complained.

"Oh, boo hoo, little girl. Just get revenge from them or something." He referred to Tom and Bill.

Gustav shot his head up from the blanket. He sat up excitedly. "Yes, yes…let's get back at them for what they did to us…" He rubbed his hands together eagerly.

"For what they did to you," he corrected. "I never said I was getting involved in this salami,"

"Baloney." Gustav corrected.

"Baloney, salami, bacon, whatever." He waved it off. "All I'm saying is that I'm not getting involved."

"Unless you want me to pull a prank on all three of you…" Gustav tried to persuade him. "Come on! It'll be fun. You know how many times Tom teases you about your obsession with David Hasselhoff."

Georg looked away. "I don't have an obsession with David Hasselhoff…" He mumbled.

"They both caught you talking to a picture of him in your room before, remember?"

"That was one time!" His cheeks tinged red. "I was just telling him he can dance real good…" He added silently.

Gustav waited.

Georg hesitated. "Oh, fine! I'll do it!" He surrendered. "Just don't bring that up again." He frowned.

Gustav grinned. "Good. I need your brains in this."

"So what do we do?"

"I was thinking it was best to be done on stage…" Gustav pondered.

Georg gasped. "That's mean!"

"Exactly."

Georg shook his head in amazement. "I'm the only witness to see the other side of Gustav…You're worse than me."

Gustav snorted. "No one is as foul as you. Now go fetch some brains."

Georg stared in amazement again.

"Oh, honestly, Georg! This is the one time I actually have a reason to – "

Josef popped his head through the door. "We have to get going now. Have you seen Tom and Bill? They're nowhere to be seen."

"I saw Tom about twenty minutes ago. He went past my door with his wallet, grumbling about new shirts or something. I assume he's gone out and hasn't come back yet." Georg replied.

Josef quietly cursed to himself. "What about Bill?"

Meanwhile, in Bill's bathroom…

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!" Bill sobbed. "THIS IS HORRENDOUS!" He yelled to the heavens as he sat on the toilet seat with his pants down.

"WHAT IS THIS INJUSTICE?!" He screamed. "I'M SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE BUS BY NOW!!!"

All indescribable 'noises' sounded from his rear end. Bill groaned in discomfort.

And over where Tom was…

"Er, hey you," He called to a man wearing the shop's ID card. "Do you have this shirt in a bigger size?"

"Certainly, sir. In which size would you like me to get?" The man inquired.

"Extra extra extra extra extra extra large, please." He replied.

The man seemed to wait for Tom so say, 'Aha! I'm just kidding man. Get me my real size; extra extra small.' But Tom just waited.

"Ah, sir, are you being serious?" The man asked in disbelief.

"I'm in a bit of a rush, so could you please be quick?" Tom looked at his watch and then eyed the door.

"Sir, if you want an extra large times five, you'll have to go to the Super (large) Man store across the street."

"But…" Tom groaned. "What's the largest size you have of this?" He held up the shirt again.

"Large." The man replied.

Tom stared in disbelief. "What is this? A clothing store for twigs?!"

The man looked around nervously. "Sir, you're making a scene…" He whispered. "People are staring."

"JUST GET ME A DAMN LARGE THEN!" Tom bellowed.

"Right away, sir," The man scurried off.

"Now I'm gonna be at the concert looking like Bill…" He complained to himself.

The man came back after a short while and brought the shirt to the counter.

Tom purchased his shirt and rushed back to the hotel.

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Disclaimer: Thanks in extra extra extra extra extra extra large part to tallonfoot357 (or TokioHotelObsessionX100, or whichever name you'd prefer to be called) for suggesting the idea of Georg and Gustav pulling a prank of their own for Tom and Bill … ONSTAGE! :D

I do not own the idea, but it is still genius. :)

Also, WOOHOO for 2 chapters in 2 days. :D :D

I know it's not normal for me to update a day later. Don't faint. ;P

Thanks for the reviews, and keep them coming!!!