1. Who are you now? (Tokio Hotel -Tom Kaulitz fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven. Boy meets girl: don't know what to do.

This one is on Jo's POV and the rest will probably be the same unless you advise me otherwise...

Enjoy!

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"So how was it?" Tom asked me, no, I didn't find it funny that he already knew how my date had been.

The only reason for him to ask about it was that I must have entered the house with the most annoyed expression possible on my face.

"You know how guys love to brag about their muscles?" I told him, Bill came out of the kitchen with a cup of black coffee; he looked so well with the blonde hair, a look he adopted a little bit after they moved to LA.

"Ugh, you're barking at the wrong tree..." Bill took a sip of his coffee and kissed my cheek as he walked past me.

The only reason why I had my date drop me off at the guys' place was because I had texted Tom to get me out of the awful date, something he was used to doing by now, so he called me and I pretended that my best friend had an emergency and that I had to leave, didn't even say bye as I stepped off the man's car.

"I'm sorry if my muscular body makes you jealous." Tom said with a cocky grin across his face.

"So from one to ten?" I threw myself on the space next to Bill in the sofa and covered my face with one of my hands as I showed my fist to him. "That good..."

Tom went on Facebook as he spoke, these two were always on the computer, they had no other occupation but going on the internet and do nothing all day and it was annoying, because I actually had to get up early the next day.

"I'm going home." I announced.

"No, stay a little longer!" Tom said, looking up from his computer. "I had an ugly lunch earlier, wanna hear about it?"

"Did you go on a date during the day?" I was unable to believe it.

"Yes, Jo, as surprising as that seems. I did, and it's not happening again."

Bill looked up and grabbed the computer from his lap, showing me a picture he had uploaded to his instagram account from a day I had done his makeup a few weeks ago.

Four years of college ended up with me working as a makeup artist on a regular basis. It paid better than I expected it would... and on the brighter side made the man sitting next to me happy. Bill laughed; then, he looked at me and poked my cheek with a slim finger.

"Sometimes I forget how gorgeous you got." He said, sure that I was wearing the minimal amount of beauty products that night.

I usually had to wear the heavy stuff for work, since I had to look the part, but what made me the happiest was painting on the canvas not my own face; only I rarely had time to do it anymore.

Bill tore his eyes from me and kept going through some videos on his laptop. The TV in front of us was completely forgotten.

"Tell me then." I fixed my skirt as I sat up straight and looked at him; Tom closed the laptop and looked at me straight in the eye.

He kept quiet for a moment and then when Bill threw a pillow at his head he blinked and started telling me about this girl with light brown hair that he had wanted to go out with for a while, she kept trying to make him tell her how good she looked and as Tom kept talking it became obvious that he was overdramatizing the whole thing as he spoke.

"Are you sure?" I asked as Bill looked at him over the laptop screen.

"I am!" Tom said. "And she kept leaning over so I could see her cleavage. I mean...it looked pretty well, Jo. But that's not what any girl should do."