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                           MAY 30TH, 2006
                    TIME; 9:20AM | LOCATION; LA, CALIFORNIA

✮.         You know, waking up immediately after a late night party, especially after you had alcohol, it ISN'T nice.

           I sat up from the bed, somehow I teleported to the bed. With Cat on the edge of it next to me, holding a bowl of grapes as she slept. Raquel and Syl were asleep on the couch. We always wake up in the most random places, but honestly I'm no longer surprised.

            I reached for my phone, checking the screen and noticing a text. From an unknown number. Somebody's gotta be fucking with me.

        ?:  hey ;).
      
        .....Typing

        You: Uh....do ik u

        .....? Is Typing
      
        ?: Sure u do. This is Tom.

        You: uhm. How tf did u get my #...

        .....? Is Typing

        ?: don't worry bout it. wyd rn.

         .....Typing

        You: nada

        ......? Is Typing

        ?: good, so what'd u say u and I take a lil walk together?

✮.         I stared at my phone in shock. Did Tom Kaulitz just ask me to walk with him??? That's not even the reason I'm shocked. Me and him are supposed to be like, HATERS. WE STRIVE OFF EACH OTHER'S HATE. This is way too freaky. I'll say no.....then again. No, no no no no no NO. Focus y/n, FOCUS. Be a hater. Be a hater.

        You: nty.

        ? Replied with “:(”

        I threw my phone down, who the fuck does he think he is?? I swear these German boys come to California and suddenly think they're ballers. Bullshit.

        I sighed, getting up from the bed and heading into the bathroom, I decided to fix up my makeup and throw my hair into a h/s (hair style). Once I was done I rummaged through my suitcase. I decided to not be too dressy today and put on a regular Ed Hardy spaghetti strap shirt with some baggy jeans and a B.B belt. I put on my matching Adidas Superstar shoes and sighed.

        Since I'm nice, I'll let the girls sleep in. I grabbed the hotel key and exited the room, walking down the hallway and going down the elevator. When I reached the lobby I saw a boy with black hair at the front desk. Shit, holy fucking shit. Why is Bill KAULITZ at the front desk of the hotel I'm staying in?? Unless, NO. ARE THEY STAYING AT THE SAME FUCKING HOTEL???

        I hid behind a nearby wall, taking a peek. Bill continued to talk to the woman at the front desk, before grabbing his keys and heading down the hallway into the elevator. I took notice of the floor number and decided to take the stairs up to investigate some more. When I reached the floor I saw Bill exit the elevator, walking to room 483 (bonus points if u get the reference).

✮.         Bill opened the door, walking into the room. Before it closed, Tom headed out of the room and walked down the hallway, holding a can of Coke. I hid behind a plant, watching as he finished up the coke, crushing the can and throwing it directly at the plant.

        “Get from behind there, I saw you.” He said, looking in my exact direction and smiling. I groaned lightly and got from behind the plant, leaning against the wall. “So you did wanna go on a walk with me.”

        His German Accent threw me through the roof, not in a good way. I think. I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I began to move towards the elevator again, before he lightly grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

        “Nuh uh, now that you're here we can walk.” He spoke, a smirk creeping onto his face.

        “We are NOT friends.” I exclaimed back, pulling my arm back with a frown, and he laughed.

        “Who said it was a friendly walk? Jesus fuck get your grip together. C'mon.” He said, beginning to walk into the elevator. I hesitated for a bit, but then decided to follow him. Let's just see where this goes.

TBC NEXT TIME ON...

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