A.N. – Okay, I had this done days ago, so here's a quickie! Thank you so much, black and white inu for your review! I'm soooo glad that you like it.

The next chapter may take some time as my exams are approaching, but please, keep reading(and reviewing) cause' this fic is entirely for you

"You.. You're coming to Germany!"

"Who's coming to Germany?" Tom appears

Tori laughs and says, "I'll be doing your stage effects for your concerts!"

Before she could comprehend a thing, Tom sweeps her up and treats her to his best bear-hug till date. He mutters something into her ear. From what I could make out, it was something along the line, ".. knew it."

"I can't believe it!", I say when Tom puts her back down. "Wishes come true after all!" I cannot contain my joy. Not only will we meet again, we'll practically be travelling together all the time!

Tori's smile broadens and the picture of an anime girl comes to my mind. My anime girl.

"My girl's going places for sure!", mutters Tom, hugging her from behind. Tori blushes. Ignoring the cold tug in my chest, I break the news to Georg and Gustav. Gustav is happy, while Georg smiles at me and Tom slyly.

"So, you're here alone?" Tom asks Tori once we are past the celebrations. Tori shakes her head in reply. "My best friend is here with me," she says. "Wait, I'll get her." She disappears into the dancing crowd. She reappears with a girl of her age.

"This is my soul sister, Luka," Tori introduces her friend to us. Luka waves at us nervously. With spiky brown hair and a pixie face, she resembles 'Alice' from Twilight. Her strong built sets her apart from Alice's tiny figure.

"Hello, Luka!" The four of us say in unison. Gustav steps forward. "How about a drink? You up for it?" Georg, Tom and I stare at him in disbelief. Did Gustav just ask her for a drink? The alcohol, no doubt.

Luka claps her hand. "I'm dying for one. I though no one's gonna ask me!", she chirps. Tori laughs nervously as we watch the two make their way towards the bar.

The music changes to a louder and faster beat. I turn to Tori. "Would you want a drink?" She scrounges up her nose. "Sorry, I don't drink." Tom's laughing eyes are boring into my head. I want to hit myself on the head.

"But do they serve natural drinks here?", cuts Tori through Tom's amusement. I want to kiss her senseless.

I link my arm with hers. "I'm sure they do." I look back and smile victoriously at my brother. He sticks his tongue out at me.

We find Gustav and Luka getting cozy in the bar. Tori and I exchange knowing smiles. Then, Tori gets a strawberry ice drink, while I settle for a glass of Cognac. We find a comparatively secluded corner. "That's better."

Tori nods, taking a sip of her drink. She jabs her index finger to my face. "Wait a moment.", she says before rushing back to the bar. When she is back, she has a spoon with her. She starts having the crushed ice with it.

I can't help but laugh at her actions. "Now, what is that.?" A north east Indian tradition?

She passes me an annoyed look. "This is fun."

"Well, that's a first!"

She stops eating halfway. "Don't believe me? You try it."

Oh well, I have nothing to lose.

I nod at her offer. "Okay. But you must try this, too." I hold out my glass.

She watches my glass with uncertainty for a few seconds. But then, her chocolaty eyes light up challengingly. "Alright. You first."

I take the glass of flashy pink liquid and the spoon from her, handing mine to her. Without any hesitation, I stuff my mouth generously with the strawberry ice. For a moment, I feel like my teeth have vanished. However, as I get used to the sensation, I realize that it doesn't taste so bad. In fact, I think like it.

I stuff in another spoonful of the delightful mixture before motioning at her to do her part. "Okay. I like your.. thing. Now, it's your turn."

Tori nervously looks at the red liquid.

"It is not so strong. Go ahead." I encourage her.

She closes her eyes and takes a small sip. I watch her face turn miserable, then tolerable and finally, to confident.

"Good?"

She opens her eyes. "Not half as bad. Edible."

"OH!"

The shrill voice startles us.

It is Luka, with Gustav standing a step behind her, hands in his pockets as usual.

"Tori, did you just have Cognac? Alcohol? Can you breathe?"

Tori rolls her eyes. "Yes, I'm breathing perfectly."

Luka then turns to me and for some reason, I slightly flinch away. "She must really like you, "she tells me. "I couldn't get her to drink a drop of alcohol in the six years of our friendship. Yet you've done it in a day!"

Tori looks like she could kill her best friend any second. I glance at Tori from the corner of my eyes, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "I sure hope that is true." She is trying hard not to meet my eyes. I chuckle. She looks like a four year old kid caught with the cookie jar.

A strong pair of hands wrap around Tori's waist from behind, causing her to stumble in surprise. "Dance with me."

The smile slips off my face. Tom.

Tori turns a thousand shades of red when Tom twirls her around so that they are facing each other. Tom takes the glass from her and hands it to me. "I let you borrow her for too long, little brother." He tells me. He looks down at Tori's blushing face and smirks. "She's mine now."

I have an almost uncontrollable urge to punch him till he cannot smirk his annoying little smirk anymore.

Luka squeals, "Did I say that I love drama?" The tension must be evident because Gustav gently tugs her away before I lose my mind and snap at her.

"I still get to say 'bye'," I say, pulling Tori to myself and planting a kiss on her cheek. Tori has frozen, while Tom is speechless. "Beware of his wandering hands." I whisper into her ear before leaving the two alone.

I don't see Tom and Tori for another hour or so. I wonder if they are still just dancing. I don't want to think about it.

I let out a long breath. What is happening to us? To me? I'm competing with my own brother. A part of me believes that it might not be worth competing for and possibly ruin my relationship with Tom. But then, when I see Tori, I know I have to have her.

I rub my temple. How can a person like someone so much in such a short while? There must be something wrong with me.

I shift my thoughts away from Tori and try to focus on Georg instead. He is telling, rather lecturing a guy about guitars. But no way is the guy listening to him. He is eyeing me and it has got me very, very uncomfortable. I'm not his kind. I am attracted to only girls.

While I simply sit and think of ways to get the guy to bug off, two girls appear in front of me.

"Hi Bill," starts the shorter girl with green eyes. "We were wondering if you'd like to join us on the dance floor." The other girl with pig tails beams at me.

I must admit that they are rather beautiful. But they are nothing close to Tori. I politely decline their offer. The guy talking with Georg flashes me a smile. I look away.

"Man, that was amazing!" Booms in Tom's voice. I sigh in relief. I was starting to get really worried.

Tori plops down beside me, leaving Tom to sit near Georg.

"Don't you feel like dancing at all?" she asks me, breathing heavily and her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat from all the dancing. I try to ignore how appealing she is looking right now. "I mean, " she adds. "You have some really funky moves on stage."

'OMG' by Usher starts playing and the lights turn neon.

"Uh.. I don't really want to right now." I answer. I don't know why I said that because I think I'm ready for anything as long as Tori is involved. May be because I don't want to appear desperate in front of her. The sad thing is, I am.

"Oh, " she mutters. "You okay?"

I notice Tom looking at her like she is a tasty Christmas treat. Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, "It's not really your concern."

I regret it the second the words escapes my mouth. She is hurt. I can see it in her eyes. But another part of me enjoys her reaction. She cares.

Tori absent-mindedly turns to Georg and Tom who are playing beer games and I'm happy to see that the gay guy is nowhere in sight. I help myself to a few more drinks.

After a while, Luka and Gustav join us and we decide to leave. We have to go to Germany quite early in the morning.

Out in the parking lot, I casually separate Tori and me from the group without catching their attention, though it was hard with Tom sticking to Tori. Anyway, I lace my fingers with Tori's. she refuses to meet my eyes.

"When will I see you again?", I ask, totally forgetting to use 'we' instead of 'I' . But I do not really care right now.

"When I come to Germany?", comes her vague answer.

"When do you come to Germany?"

"When I get my Visa."

"When do you get it?"

"When it ready."

Slam my hand on the car behind her, frustrated. "Stop playing games."

She flinches and for the first time in two hours, she looks up at me. She is upset, a hint of fear in her eyes.

That breaks my cold cover. I don't want her to be scared of me. I want her to like me, love me. I'm dying for her attention.

I sigh. I trace her jaw with my cold fingers. Her skin is soft and warm under my touch. Is it me or the alcohol working?

"I'm sorry," I whisper to her, keeping a steady gaze with her eyes. She nods and gently frees herself from my cage.

"Tori!", comes Luka's distant voice from a few meters away. "It's late! We have to go!"

I take a step away from Tori. She walks a bit towards where our friends are waiting for us.

"Next week, " she says. "I'll see you early next week."

I feel a heavy weight lift off my chest.

With a small smile on my face, I follow her back to our friends.

A.N.- If there is anyone else other than b and w inu who's reading my fanfic, please review. It really reassures me as a writer. It takes only 30 secs to review, but days to write up a single chapter.