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“Tom- come have a look at this!” Bill yelled from his room.

“What is it?” Tom said, racing into the room, obviously forgetting to hide his playboy magazine now rolled up in his hand.

“We have our own Gossip Girl.” Bill said, trying not to smile too largely once he saw the display picture.

“God, I’d do her.” Tom said, with Bill’s simple reply being a hard kick on Tom’s left shin.

Tom pushed Bill to the side, and printed off the display picture. He ran over to the printer and placed it in his Playboy Magazine.

“Don’t tell anyone. Especially not Gustav or Georg.” He said, before walking out of the room.

Bill stared at the picture of the beautiful girl he had just found on his Buzznet account, and couldn’t help but smile at her face.

“She’s so beautiful…” he said to himself. He clicked onto her account where he was immediately taken to her home page.

Gold Coast. Australia.

He would have to persuade the band to travel there.

He just had to find her.

That night, too many thoughts were racing through Bill’s head.

“How do I make sure she’s there?, How can I persuade Tom to let me go?”

And finally, before drifting off  into a peaceful sleep, he whispered aloud to himself: “What if she’s the one?”

“Yo, Bill!” Tom yelled “Where does that chick live?”

“Australia. Why?” Bill asked, drawing closer to his twin brother. Couls he be trying to steal away the girl he had been tracking for a few days now?

“You think we could go there. She seems pretty sweet, if you ask me.” He said, winking to Bill.

Gustav and Georg laughed as they climbed up the steps to their Tokio Hotel bus.

“Umm… I guess. Ask the other guys.”

“Sweeeet.” Tom said, pushing one of his blonde dreadlocks over his shoulder.

Every night for a month Bill gazed upon the beautiful face of the girl Lucinda, and placed the image of her underneath his pillow each night.

When finally arriving in Australia, their concert was sold out.

Bill wished; he hoped, with all he had, that the beautiful girl would be there/

The night of the concert, Bill frantically searched the crowd, and was unable to focus on his voice.

Until, he saw her- pushing through the other fans until she reached the front of the barrier.

Tom spotted her- and she looked up at him; smiling.

Bill stopped, and with the rest of the band staring at him quizzically, he dropped the microphone.

Tom looked over at him; confused. “Bill…?” he said, trying to get Bill to come to his senses.

Bill picked up the microphone and sang, although, this time, his voice had no passion.

He glanced down with the corner of his eye to see the beautiful girl standing there, flirting with Tom from the moshpit.

When the show finally ended, Bill ran off the stage, just as he wanted to before.

He sat outside, struggling for air, trying to breathe.

Small, salty tears escaped from his eyes, and smudged the eyeliner and black eye shadow that covered his eyes.

When entering the building again, he saw the beautiful girl with Tom. Tom had his arm wrapped around her waist, and was surrounding by several other fans.

He had made his choice for tonight.

Bill wanted forever, when Tom wants a new girl each night,

His thoughts were distracted by a slight scream, as he saw Tom whisk her away in his long arms.

In the hotel room, Tom danced with the girl, and spoke sweetly into her ear and constantly made jokes.

He pulled her close to him and lifted her up, so she was hanging off his hips, with her legs wrapped around her waist.

He laid his soft, gentle lips on top of hers and kissed her passionately, but in a playful way.

Her tongue slid into his mouth, and fondled with his lip piercing.

She could feel Tom’s lips curve up at the sides, attempting a smile, without breaking off the kiss,’

She moaned, before he pushed her hard up against the wall and undid the long line of shirt buttons in the way of what he really wanted.

He began to carefully undo the buttons, before ripping the shirt off entirely and quickly removing her bra.

She moaned slightly as his hands grabbed her, and she ripped off his shirt with all the strength she had.

He pulled down her jeans, and threw them on the floor before she removed his.

All that was left was their underwear, and their patience was thinning. The girl, Lucinda, quickly flicked off his boxers, as he pulled hers down to her ankles.

He pushed her hard against the wall, before laying her on the bed, and before thrusting; whilst above her.

When they finally stopped, they both laid there, exhausted and breathless.

The next morning, Lucinda awoke, and Tom was still sleeping.

She could see he was about to wake up, so she pretended to be asleep again.

Tom woke up, rubbing his eyes and lifted himself out of bed. He got dressed, and she could heart the pressing of keys on what she presumed as a mobile phone.

“Bill,” he whispered into the phone receiver,” I think I found a girl I liked. I’m not sure what to do.”

She slightly opened her eyes, to see squatting down at the side of the bed, peering into her face.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” He sang. She laughed, and pulled the blanket over her exposed body.

Bill, Georg and Gustav were all waiting in the tour bus for Tom.

“Hahaha. Someone must have worked hard last night.” Georg said, winking at Bill and Gustav.

Gustav laughed; however, Bill looked out of the window with a concerned look on his face.

Tom was exiting the hotel, with Lucinda on his back. He was carrying her out, and although the others laughed, Bill sat there, only able to stare at the smile on her face.

She was just too beautiful…

Travelling on the bus, Lucinda was sitting on top of Tom’s lap, giggling, as he whispered in her ear.

She nodded quickly and he looked at her with a surprised look on his face which seemed to be asking “Really?”

She stood up, followed by Tom, as they entered the bathroom on the tour bus.

Georg and Gustav could not contain themselves.

As soon as the giggling from behind the door began, they could not restrain themselves from laughing, and soon enough, burst out laughing. About half an hour later, they came and sat back down. Although Lucinda had her legs slightly parted, as if they were slightly sore.

They spent the rest of the ride kissing and touching each other, whilst Bill sat in the corner of the bus, listening to his iPod.

When they reached Sydney, Lucinda and Tom booked a separate apartment- something Bill was not expecting.

Any of the band, for that matter.

That night of the concert, Lucinda stayed in Tom’s room, ready for him for when he came back.

She dresses in the sexiest lingerie she owned, and when it was finally midnight, she walked into Tom’s room, as he had not met her in her room yet.

He was in there, making out with a young lady on the lounge.

A new girl.

She ran out of the room, after bursting out in tears.

Pushing the door out of the way, she pulled herself through the narrow doorway and fell into Bill’s arms,

“Are you alright?” he asked in a soft voice.

She couldn’t manage  to say anything, as the tears had blocked her throat off.

He took her into his room, where he sat her down on the bed and gave her a glass of fresh water.

She laayed there in silence, and cried herself to sleep.

The next day, Tom boarded the bus along with Georg and Gustav.

Bill was still waiting up in the hotel room, waiting for Lucinda to wake up.

When her soft eyelids opened to reveal her puffy red eyes, Bill walked from the other side of the room, right to her side, and stared at her.

Carefully, very slowly, Bill drew his face closer to hers, and pressed his soft lips gently against hers.

He sat on the bed next to her, breaking off the kiss, however, did not lose her eyes for a moment.

“I think I love you.” He whispered.

Her only reply was staring back into his eyes, and a crooked smile.

It was all that was manageable.

Lucinda and Bill boarded the bus, however, this time she did not sit with Tom.

She sat next to Bill, and they held hands for the entire trip.

When the bus stopped, Bill kissed her softly on the cheek, before motioning for her to join him.

It was either late at night or early in the morning, but still, they strolled along the beaches in Queensland holding hands.

He sat down on the sand, and pulled her hand softly, as if he was asking her to sit with him.

On the sand, she leant over and kissed Bill. Soon, their kisses lead to more passionate things.

Bill took off her shirt, and slid his hands along her flat stomach.

Her hands travelled up his muscular stomach and groped his perfectly structured ribs.

Slowly, he slid into her, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of Lucinda’s screams of pleasure.

When they were finished, they stared deep into each others eyes and spoke of their undying love, before drifting off to sleep in each others arms.