What a fun story! Love it!

Author's Response: Thank you!

"Bill warbled, he whoop-whoop-whooped."

Of all the things that would cause me to wake my OH up, it was that. Not the smut I've been reading. Even those I groans and moans I managed to swallow but that line just obliterated me. I shrieked causing him to bolt upright and huff angrily at me. Oh god the poor guy. See if it had been smut I would've made it worth his while to be woken up like that but that line... All I could do was stare at him with the corner of my pillow stuffed in my mouth and tears running down my cheeks.

Good grief...

Oh btw! There's a fanaction that just started for WeLoveTokioHotel again on Twitter ;-) Feels like we've come full circle.

Author's Response: Omg awesome. XD That put a huge grin on my face, I'm so pleased it made you laugh out loud! ...Bill really puts it into your head so vividly, doesn't he?? Thanks for the lovely review on this! ♥

xD This is something I can totally imagine happening. I love how adorable Tom is, and this couldn't have been written any better! Thanks for the laugh :D

Author's Response: Aw, I'm so glad! I love younger Tom, so this was just a cute fun story to write. I'm pleased you liked it so much, thank you!

After being away, I have so much new work from you to catch up, which I am SO excited about :D But for now, I'm so jetlagged I can barely see what's in front of me, so I thought it might be more suitable to re-read something nice and light and sweet, and gen for that matter xD I needed a little dose of gen to keep me alive :) and again, this was utterly fabulous!

Author's Response: Aww, thank you! I'm really pleased this made you happy on the re-read. I hope you feel better soon from your jetlag. :) Thank you again!

Love it! ♥

Author's Response: Thank you!

BAHAHAHAHA! That was awesome!

Author's Response: Thank you! Glad you liked it!

OMDZ *doubling up in laughter* how do u come up with this stuff hahaahah the way bill started warrrbling hahahaha brilliant, absolutely brilliant xD

Author's Response: :D Spur of the moment crack! Thanks so much, I'm happy to hear it cracked you up! Ah, it's fun the way Bill really gets into things, right?

I can get lost in a parkinglot....my lack of direction sense is legendary....so Toms not alone...Lol...

Author's Response: I've seen it happen to others; I'm lucky I have a good sense of direction. :D Thanks for the review!

Tom glanced at his twin. "Be right back," he said, keeping his voice low to disguise his glee over a plan newly-hatched. – what does he have planned?

Bill blinked. "What, you're going outside in this?" He waved a cuticle-gnawed hand through the air as though fanning smoke.

“Yeah,” Tom said, then frowned as he remembered something. “Oh, wait.” He turned as Bill opened his mouth to question him again. Tom didn't have to suppress his grin as he moved toward the back of the van; he could tell already that Bill was getting diverted from the simmer of a nearing tantrum to curiosity. – clever boy.

There was a small basketball hoop in the lounge, set up months ago after one of the staffers had made an impulse purchase. None of them had used it in forever and the basketball that went with it was lost, anyhow, so Tom had no qualms about gutting it. He had to dismantle a curtain rod, too, but he considered it lost in a good cause.
The curtain rod came from Georg's bunk. – lol what a combination of items.

“All right,” Bill's voice stopped Tom in his tracks as he scooped the backpack up from the couch and slung it over his other shoulder. “What is that, a net? Where are you going, what are you on your way to do?”
"Oh...probably nothing you'd be interested in," Tom said, careful to pitch his words on the edge of casual but not overly so. It was a fine line to walk; Bill knew him too damned well and what Tom could slip past reporters, their bandmates, or even their parents didn't usually fool Bill.
“Tell me anyhow,” Bill insisted, looking up from the couch with big eyes. He had one arm wrapped around his knees and he looked as though he were about to burst into tears.
It was a facade – Tom could tell Bill was so curious he was practically vibrating.
“I'm going on a shrike hunt,” Tom said, hitching his backpack higher on his shoulder and glancing toward the door of the bus. – ha ha

“You could come with,” Tom said off-handedly, “but the grass looks kind of tall out there and I'm sure you don't want to get your boots dirty.” It wasn't quite a jeer, but close enough. Bill was wearing very pointy-toed, heeled cowboy-style boots that were probably worth as much as one of Tom's guitars. – lol!

“Give me that, I'll carry it.”
“No way, you don't know what you're doing,” Tom denied, passing it to his other hand and holding it out of Bill's reach.
“Do too,” Bill insisted. “Don't be a bastard.”
“Watch how you talk about my mother!” – lol

“Now we've got to lure it out,” Tom explained, pulling his cell phone out.
Bill nodded as though this were the most logical thing in the world.
“The best way to get one to come is to call to it,” Tom said, punching buttons on his phone until he found the .wav file. “I mean, if you imitate its call, it should come looking for the other shrike, because they're very territorial. But I don't think my phone is loud enough, so...” He hit play to cue up the file.
Bill's face scrunched as the sound file played.
Tom nodded, biting down on his lower lip as the first long warbling note was followed by a 'whoop, whoop whoop.'
“Really?” Bill said, making a face. “So we've got to...”
“You've got a better voice,” Tom said quickly. “And you're better at imitating sounds. If you can call it out, I bet I can catch it!” – OMG are you serious lol!!!

Tom held his net at the ready in white-knuckled hands. He didn't know how much longer he could keep this up.
Bill warbled again, and whooped with enthusiasm. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet now.
In the middle of Bill's third pitch-perfect shrike call, Tom lost it. He doubled over, dropping the net as he laughed like a maniac. – lol OMG!!!! You are awful Tom!!!!

Tom laughed harder. He bent over, bracing against his thighs. His face was probably red and there were tears dampening the corners of his eyes. “Oh my god,” he gasped. “You got so into it.”
“There's no such thing as a shrike, is there?” Bill demanded, hitting Tom again. – lol *giggles*

“I should have kept the camera,” he said, fighting a fresh surge of laughter. “I could have gotten a picture of your face!” - *gasp* evil!!!!!!
“Tom,” Bill said, plucking at his sleeve with anxious fingers.
“Yeah?” Tom answered.
“Which way is the bus, again?”
We're not going to get lost in the middle of an open meadow, Tom had assured Saki. He stared at the tall grass that encircled them and lifted his torch.
“Well, shit.” – ha ha ha!!!

very funny, very, very funny!

Author's Response: Glad you enjoyed it, thanks for your review!

I loved this fic...not only was it sweet, but funny as hell! I could so imagine Bill warbling and whooping, and I could also imagine Tom being the reason for it!

Author's Response: Thank you so much! Ah, I'm so glad the humor came across. It really was fun to write. I appreciate your review.