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

Chapter Twenty four. If these sheets were states.

Today we listen to atl, okay? Okay.

Enjoy!

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In LA things were just the same, except I had a lot more to do, I had to get myself a new apartment and suddenly the world knew I existed, everyone wanted me to do their makeup and they would ask me all sorts of things about fashion, as if I knew!

The boys started doing promotion for the release of their record while I settled once again on my job, which wasn't too hard to get back since the owner knew the attention I'd attract to the salon.

"I got you something."

I stood in front of the boys, the four of them were sitting on the couch of a rented place while the rain outside stopped, that day I was tagging along to their photo shoot.

"Is it a cup of coffee?" Georg looked unamused.

"It's not for you." I told him as I sat on the floor in front of them, something extremely easy to do in my converse and jeans.

Thank goodness I didn't have to be so fashionable anymore. No high heels for me that day!

"Oh, thanks Jo..." Gustav patted my head.

"Here!" I gave the twins a key each. "I finished unpacking last night."

"So now I can go there whenever?" Bill asked.

I had told them to call before appearing at my door since everything was such a big mess. The young man's eyes sparkled before me.

"Yes Bill, you are welcome whenever." I told him, to which he answered by smiling that wonderful big smile of his and hugging me, taking seat next to me on the floor.

"Why, thank you then." Tom said a lot less impressed.

"Aren't your car windows open?" Gustav remembered and Tom got up with a sigh to go out and look.

Georg went with him as so the camera man did too; the guys were doing videos for the fans once more. I would be cut from most of them, but still, there were moments in which I knew they wouldn't be able to edit me out.

We heard a loud laugh and Tom came back in with an expression that only showed resignation.

"I can't believe it, my seats are fucking ruined." He sat again on the couch and the boys' stylist hurried the boys to get ready.

They changed and I talked to their makeup artist, she had originally helped me out by giving me some tips when I first started doing the makeup gigs, she was really great and I never had much time to talk to her as she resided in Munich.

"Oh, Josefine...Jo...my Joey..." Georg sang and walked in with his black sleeveless shirt and a pair of grey patterned pants on, his hair was just about to be styled - a much easier task now he had cut down the beautiful long hair that I had braided so many times to annoy him and at the same time please my weirdest desires-.

"What?" I asked, he was just too happy to be single again, after his girl said enough is enough when he told her he was going on tour and she didn't like the idea.