Wake Me Up

Chapter Four: Icecream and Beaches

This scenery surrounding us as we strode the streets of Barcelona amazed me; everywhere we turned, there were knew people, dressed in better, warmer clothes. There was beach everywhere, everywhere. The sun beat down onto my skin, causing small beads of sweat to form on my clammy forehead. The stone street seemed endless- I wanted to travel to the end, and maybe I will, sometime this summer.

That's going on the list.

I laughed as Holland struggled in her 5 inch heels, stopping every several seconds to reach down and fix it. "Don't laugh at me," She demanded, catching up to my fast pace. "And slow down! Can't you see I'm having a hard time as it is?!" She exclaimed, tripping once again. I chuckled, clamping a hand down onto her shoulder, causing her to stumble once more.

"Not my fault you chose to wear that," I stated, pulling my hair up into a messy bun that rested lazily atop my head, flopping about. I had changed into a simple pair of denim shorts and a plain teal tank that wasn't too revealing, to match the weather. I was wearing flipflops. My outfit though, couldn't compare to Holland, who was clothed in a frilly, floral sundress with some of the biggest heels I'd ever had the displeasure of seeing her in. "Why did you even buy those?" I asked, double-chinning her. She chuckled, nudging me in the ribs with her elbow.

"I like the height they give me. Sorry that not all of us can have amazingly long, beautiful legs like that of you," she stated, sashaying away, up to a small icecream cart stationed cutely on the street corner.

"What would you like, pretty lady?" The male asked in an Irish accent. I laughed quietly, coming to stop beside her. This guy obviously wasn't out here to sell icecream, and I'd be surprised if he actually had any of the frozen custard hidden away in his little cart.

"Um... A strawberry cone," she ordered for me, tapping her chin. "And a chocolate." The male chuckled, nudging the cart away with his hip a bit. He didn't look all too much older than us, his long brown hair giving off it was fake as it shined brightly in the sun.

"Well, I don't have any icecream, but can I have a hug, instead?" He asked, opening his arms out to her. She scoffed once before flipping her long, wavy hair over her shoulder before walking away. He then looked to me, a grin playing across his face. "How 'bout you?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Any time," I replied, whisking him into a tight embrace. He smelled like Armani cologne, and not too much, like most males. It was setting a stereotype, I know, but I couldn't care less- this guy smelled good. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me around playfully. We only just met, yet we acted as if we'd known each other for years. I liked it.

"Cara!" I heard Holland yell, breaking us from our small moment of fun. "Let's go!" I looked at the male, who seemed to be examining me. If he knew me, I swear to go-

"The wench is calling," He stated, a frown appearing on his face. "I think you must go." He took out his phone- a surprisingly expensive one. I shouldn't be surprised, he was only pretending to be a pretentious douchebag standing on the street corner who appeared to be selling icecream, though he wasn't really, thus bringing us to where we are now, or atleast I hoped. "Could I get your number?" He asked, handing his phone over to me with a smile. He had braces, I noticed. Cute.

I nodded, taking the phone from him and punching in my number. I playfully snuck a glance up at him before typing in my name- Sexy New Friend Cara. I handed him my own phone, allowing him to punch his number in.

"Cara!" Holland called once again, louder, and from what it seemed, angrier than before.

"Bye-" the male stopped, looking down at his phone. "Sexy new friend, Cara," he ended, smiling once before walking away, leaving his cart behind as he pulled off the wig he'd been wearing. I looked down at my own phone to try and figure out his name, realizing he had done quite the same in writing My fit new friend Nialler. It was a weird name... Who names their son Nialler was past me.