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

Chapter Thirteen. Sweet dreams.

So here's a little something more, I'll be uploading more tonight I think...maybe? I'll try! Anyway I was wondering, how do you feel about sex on stories? I kinda think it could help the plot but I also think it could ruin it, it's sort of a risk...so I need a second opinion on this. Also, I've only taken one semester of German so if anything is ever wrong keep in mind that I am already writing on my second language and adding German into the mix, my brain can only go so far!

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Enjoy!

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Dad and the red head were sleeping, I was on my little spare room, it was supposed to be a room but I decided to put my desk and paintings there. Jazz was awake too, though she had accidentally fallen asleep while watching the TV. I was wearing my beige apron stained with different colors. The canvas in front of me was still blank as I looked at it, nothing came to my mind. Lately if was getting harder for me to find what to paint. The silence of the apartment made me nervous, so I walked out and grabbed my iPod from the nightstand.

I pressed shuffle and heard whatever that came on, I waited for a few seconds, listening to the song I moved my head from side to side and closed my eyes. That was how I usually got my ideas; the music appeared in my mind like colors and shapes, things I could touch rather than feel were easier to illustrate.

I put the brush on the black paint and rested it on the canvas making some lines, I never liked starting off with colors, to me, the black helped bring out the rest and it felt right. So I continued until I felt a light tug at my pants. I looked down at Jazz.

"Ich möchte was essen, Jo." She told me she wanted something to eat with sleepy eyes; I looked at the time and put my things down, leaving the apron on the table next to the canvas.

"Und was möchtest du?" I held her hand and took her to the bathroom to wash our hands, first hers and then my own.

"Weiβ ich noch nicht... was hast du in den Kühlschrank?" She wondered what I had on the fridge for her to eat.

"Now it's me who doesn't know, Jazz."

We went up to the fridge and looked through it, I did remember there being some more food the day before, but wouldn't blame Tom seeing as I also spent a lot of time at their place eating their stuff and using their internet.

I crashed on the guy's couch with Lily on my arms, my legs wouldn't move anymore. I'd been out the past two days with my dad, his wife and his kids and now I was so tired I decided on taking the girls with me while dad and Ulrike went out for dinner. They would only be here for another couple of days, but it felt like it had already been a month.

Lily kept quiet most of the time and was usually a happy little girl while Jazz resembled me a lot more, she was always running after something and it took all of my energy to make her sit on the back of the car for me to drive to work the previous morning so she could see what I did for a living.

According to Tom, Bill was asleep. No surprise. So seeing that he was busy working on the last details of the album I was left in the living room with a scared Pumba and an energetic Jazz.

I closed my eyes for a minute and opened them to look down at Lily, she was awake and begged for me to put her down and let her walk towards the dining room. I obliged and walked behind her, holding her small hands as she was still learning how to keep her balance. I blew a strand of hair out of my face and talked softly to the girl as Pumba - Bill's dog - watched from a distance.