Devilish

"Georg!"

The 13 year old boy turned away from his locker, a smile spreading across his face as he spotted his best friend running toward him, "Was ist los?"

12 year old Gustav Schaefer smiled as he held a magazine in front of Georg's face, "Ich habe in meinen Händen das Ticket zu finden uns Freundinnen!"

Georg smirked, "Eine Kopie des Playboy?" he asked trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Nr. Sie Idiot. Das Papier in die vordere Abdeckung. Es ist ein Flyer für eine Band sucht ein Bassist und ein Schlagzeuger."

Georg took the flyer and began to read it over. It was true that the two boys who wrote the flyer were looking for their missing members, "Wer sind die Kaulitz-Zwillinge?"

Gustav glanced around the emptying hallways. His eyes lit up as he spotted the twins. "Dort. Das ist sie. Ihre Namen sind Tom und Bill"

Georg's eyes widened as he looked at the two boys. One of them had short, spikey, jet black hair and the other had short dirty blonde dreadlocks. Georg turned to Gustav, his green eyes shining with excitement, "Wir müssen in ihre Band."

Gustav smiled, "Ja, wir tun. Tom sagte, um sie in das Auditorium. Haben Sie bringen Ihren Bass?"

Georg nodded absently, "Yeah man weiß, dass ich nicht gehen, ohne es überall."

"Ich weiß. Ich war nur dafür sorgen."

Georg sighed as he shut his locker and began walking toward the auditorium, "Sie klingen wie meine Mutter Gustav," he grumbled.

Gustav smiled as he ran down the hallway, struggling to keep up with his friend's long strides, "Nun Ihre Mutter ist heiß."

Georg rolled his eyes, "Das ist falsch, in so vielen Möglichkeiten."

Gustav smiled, "Nun, das war die Idee," he said laughing softly.

Georg rolled his eyes as the butterflies filled his stuomach. He hesitated outside the auditorium causing Gustav to run into him. Georg smirked, "Sehen Sie, wo wirst du moron"

"Worauf warten Sie noch? Öffnen Sie die Tür," Gustav said ignoring Georg's remark.

Georg took a shaky breath and reached for the door handle. He turned to face Gustav a shaky smile spreading across his face, "Bereit?"

Gustav nodded, "Es ist jetzt oder nie."

Georg nodded as he pushed the door open. "Hier geht nichts," he whispered softly.