Wanderlust

12. Amsterdam.

We are now on our way to the airport. We have spent our lazy day very well, but I think it's time for us to move on from this place. I did want to stay a bit longer, but I'm sure Ricky and I can come back before the trip officially ends. Even if I didn't get to explore Brazil, I enjoyed the time here and with the people we spent it with.

At the airport, Ricky and I are sitting, waiting for the private jet to be ready. As I run a hand through my hair, my eyes land on the famous Amanda Rose and I immediately look at Ricky, who is reading this text message from his mom. It's not like I'm snooping, he is the one who actually told me that he is texting his mother. My eyes switch back to Amanda, who is speaking to this man.

Should I tell Ricky? Of course I should! "Ricky," I whisper. "Isn't that Amanda?"

"I don't know and I don't care," He doesn't take his eyes off his phone. I thought he would of ran off to her and kiss her or something, but no. He just kept typing on his phone. "Why do you care if she is here?"

"I don't know," I shrug. "I thought you would run off to her and say you want her back in your life." Ricky puts down his phone and looks dead straight in my eyes.

"Look, she is no longer my priority and never will be again. Right now," He pauses as he closes his eyes and leads him again. "You're priority."

I feel my cheeks going red. "Are you just saying that because of this trip?" I raise an eyebrow, trying to stop myself from having a small anxiety attack.

"I'm saying it because," He smiles. "I like you, Brooklyn King."

Oh, let me die now. What am I supposed to say? Am I supposed to say that I like him back? Is he Judy playing with me? As soon when I was going to open my mouth, a pilot comes and interrupts this kind of beautiful moment.

"Mr. Zavala, your airplane is ready to go whenever you're ready, sir."

Ricky turns to look at the guy. "We are ready. If you can help us with these bags, it will be great."

"I will get some on it, sir."

In matter of seconds, three ladies comes and take our bags to the jet. I, on the other hand, am still trying to get things together in my head. I did not think it was going to happen like this. Hell, I didn't even think this was going to happen. Inside the airplane, I enter the little bedroom, and lay down.

Thank god this Jet had two small bedrooms, meaning that I can lay myself. Plus, if he wanted to come in here, he couldn't because you can barely fit a lamp in here, also because the beds are twin size beds. I put the blankets over me as I let out a small groan. Why did this need to happen now? I would love it to happen later on. Maybe I wouldn't have of been as confused? Oh hell, I would of been more confused.

Does this mean he will pay attention to me, even with his business? Will I need to stay in Seattle with him? Oh this is making me feel like crap. I put my pillow over my head, drifting off into a uncomfortable sleep. When I wake up a few hours later, I sit up on the bed, stretching. I leave the little bedroom, I find Ricky, typing on his computer.

"Hey," He smiles. "You sleep well?"

"Yes, I did," I sigh. "What are you working on?"

"Just a few things for the company," He shrugs. "Decided to work on this now since we're going to be on for a while."

I run a hand through my hair, letting out a groan. "How long?"

"Eighteen hours and ten minutes."

"Wow Ricky, why don't you just kill me now?" I chuckle. "Ricky, what exactly are you working on?"

"Designs for the break room and stuff like that." He shrugs.