Jealousy. ~Chapter THREE~
~longggggg, sorry, I kept writing & I didn't know where to finish it. xD Comments! <3
After the plane had landed, Tobi called a taxi for their luggages to be sent to their hotel and the boys were immediately driven to their next concert venue to get ready for tonight. Getting out of the limo, Tom lifted his aviator shades off his head. "Ahh Miami, it's so warm here." Bill nodded. "The sun is setting, it's so gorgeous outside." Tom smacked his brother on the head. "Why would you be admiring the sun when there's so many other gorgeous things?" He gestured to two girls walking by, each in skimpy shorts and tube tops showing off their belly button rings. They giggled, obviously overhearing what Tom said, and walked away as he winked at them. Bill rolled his eyes. "Anyway, look how huge this venue is! I'm nervous already. How many people do you think we'll be playing for?" Gustav, beside Bill, shrugged and shoved his hands in the pockets of his army cargo pants. "I think Jost said it was around 600." Bill swallowed nervously and Georg patted his back. "Don't worry, if you mess up, they'll be watching me anyway since I'm so pro." Tom snorted as he picked up his pants, which had been falling down all day to reveal his silk purple boxers. "Georg, the only thing you're pro at is getting girls to avoid you." Georg scowled as they all laughed and walked to the venue door. Gustav opened the heavy metal door, and the overwhelming smell of tangerines and b.o greeted them. Ew.
A skinny man who looked to be in his late 30's rushed towards the boys, speaking loudly into microphone clipped onto his ear. "Yeah they're here, just arrived." Pause. "I didn't get to tell them yet!" Another pause. "3? K, I got it. Yeah." The man pressed a button on the earpiece then nodded to the boys. "Tokio Hotel?" Tom nodded. "The one and only." The man laughed a short laugh then gestured behind him. "Follow me, the crew is setting up as we speak, you guys can go to room three to relax for a bit, and just holler if you need anything else from us. Any questions? Requests?" He said it all in one quick sentence, and Bill had to strain his ears to make sure he understood everything. "I think we're good to go." He tugged his shirt down even lower past his neon red belt. "Excellent. Let's go then." They followed the man, who's name tag read "Marcello" as they walked down a carpeted hallway to a door with a huge three plastered on. "Here we are." He reached for a key and unlocked the door, and opened it, allowing the boys to go in first. The room wasn't big, but it wouldn't be considered small either. A leather black couch sat in the middle across from a plasma tv and an open window, displaying the palm trees and a beach in the distance. "Ahhh finally!" Georg mumbled, and flung himself across the couch, sinking in it's softness. "I'm so tired, it feels good to lie down after those horrible plane seats." The door shut behind them, and Gustav looked to see that the man had left. "Well it's 6:15..." he said, glancing at the green numbers on the tv. "We only have about 45 minutes to relax before we have to go perform, I'm going to go walk around outside and clear my head." They nodded and mumbled goodbye as Georg turned on the tv & the sound of Gustav's voice was drowned out. Tom grinned micheviously at Bill. "Wanna get your ass whooped at ping-pong?" Bill laughed. "You're on. I beat you everytime, this time won't be any different." They walked towards the ping pong table arguing over who would be the loser. Georg rolled his eyes and turned his body to the side on the couch. Maybe he could squeeze in a nap before the concert...
"HAH" Bill put down his paddle and started dancing around himself as he had just scored the winning point in their ping pong battle. "Okay, clearly I wasn't ready for that serve..." Tom started but Bill put his hand up in annoyance. "You said 'hurry up and serve' and like always, I beat you. I sorta feel bad for you this time though, 30 to 5...ouch, you got OWNED." Tom tackled Bill on the floor and they wrestled playfully. "Unfortunately for you, I'm the stronger twin, so now it's YOUR turn to get owned." They wrestled on the floor for a few minutes when the sound of the door opening to the game room appeared. "Ahem." Both boys looked up from their spot on the floor to see the same man as before. "Well, it looks like you two are very busy..." He smirked, and both boys got up, brushing the dirt off their pants. "...But you need to go on stage. It's 7:00, and we need to start soon." Tom nodded. "Let's do this." They followed him out the door as he spoke quickly into his mike again. Tom craned his neck behind him and put his hand over his mouth. "You just wait until the next time we play. I went easy on you today..." He whispered, making Bill rolled his eyes.
"Just shut up and keep walking."
