TWO DUTCHIES KISSING ??

THE SUPPOSED BONDING WITH 'JOOST KLEIN'

hiiii i used google translate for the dutch in this translate, sorry if it's wrong!! i don't speak dutch :(

"spreek jij nederlands!!!!????" - "do you speak dutch!!!!????"

"een klein beetje!" - "just a little!""ik ben beter in engels!" - "i'm better at english!"

sorry for not having all of night 2 in this chapter :/ i don't want it to be too much to read and i like making everything descriptive!! tell me if yall want the story to be shorter or if you're ok w my descriptive yapfest

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NIGHT 2 PART 1

You never realized how fast time really passes. You don't know why time felt so slow and colorful around Joost, maybe it was admiration? But now that you were alone in your Rotterdam apartment, life felt fast and dreary. Maybe because you were in a cloudy country, maybe because it was 9:47, maybe it was because your puppy was licking your face and you hadn't fully woken up, or maybe it was because you missed Joost.

Joost?? You forgot to check your phone. You panic, grabbing it off the charger, and you see, at the top of your notifications, three messages from him.

you forgot to call me!!!!!!!!!!!!

lemme send you the directions .:☆*:･'(*⌒―⌒*))) hope you slept well!!!!!!!!

The third and final message was the directions, poorly mapped with his Maps app and his little drawing on top, but it was still cute anyway. You were too tired to read what to do, you were too tired to comprehend what was going on, but only one message reflected throughout your brain- hope you slept well!!!

With that message, you snuggle more into your bed, still partially unconscious, and try and fall asleep–but you can't. You can't fall asleep, you're reflecting on last night. The concert. His concert was so good, he grabbed your hand when bending down to the audience, and he kept looking right at you when singing Ome Robert– that's enough. That's a song about a pimp, you sigh in frustration with your thoughts. Your phone dings, you're no longer sleepy as you scramble to get it.

You see another message from Joost. Wait, why did I scramble? You're confused but don't wonder about your sudden desperation.

gooood morning!! do you want to hang out before the concert!!!!!!!!!!! Huh?

sorry, didn't see this ^_^ You type, in an attempt to mimic his lively typing.

good morning! thank you for the directions, where would you like to hang out?

Does he actually want to hang out? Maybe you shouldn't respond immediately, attempting not to seem desperate. Getting up, boiling water for tea as you jump in the shower–not a long shower, in case you hang out later, you would want to seem impressionable to him. Wait, why am I trying to seem impressionable?

But the shower was too short, you drank your tea too quickly, and you couldn't slouch in your chair for half an hour like you usually do. You don't know what changed today, since last night–being diagnosed with depression and having the symptoms of such make you not want to do anything. But now, you feel like a child, your inner child. You haven't been this excited in a while.

You ran back to your phone, ran back to your phone in your small apartment.

you're in rotterdam, right!!!!!! we can go to booon for a snack at 13:00!!! i've never been there!!!!! How did he know you're in Rotterdam? How did he know Booon was your favorite cafe?