Wanderlust

13. Strangers.

Amsterdam is the best place to have a date or simply, walking around. I just love this place already. This place seems like a scene out of a movie. I really don't know how to explain it, but that is the best I could.

"Where are we going now?"

"We are going to go back to the hotel. We have a full day of exploring to do tomorrow." He smiles.

"Sleeping is for the weak, though!"

"Oh now you don't want to sleep," He laughs. "Come on, we have to get a lot of sleep."

"Ugh, fine."

When we end up back at the hotel, we both go to our own room, which I kind of hated because I thought Ricky would come wondering into my room and find a way to stay with me. See, I'm already getting used to sleeping with him. As I walk into the bathroom, I unzip my dress and start the water. After I'm done with my business, I change into some sweats and a T-shirt.

Now that I think of it, those heels I wore tonight did not hurt me one bit. I usually complain on how much they hurt, but tonight, they did not bother me. Which is a good thing because I do not want to come off as annoying to Ricky or make him carry me all the way here. Ehh, he would of made jokes of it anyway. I pull my Computer out of suitcase and sit up in bed.

I login to Skype to see that Armany is on. I click the video chat button thingy. In a minute or so, her face shows up on the screen. "Brooklyn!"

"Hey Armany," I smile. "How are you?"

"I've been great. How about you?"

"Fantastic!" I said, smiling ear to ear. "I just had my first date with Ricky."

"Date!?" She says squealing like a little girl. "This is so cute! You have to tell me everything!"

We stayed up talking for a good two hours. I later turned off my light on my nightstand and snuggled into my pillow, hoping to fall asleep, but I'm not tired. I take some sleeping pills and hope that sleep settles in soon.

In the morning, I wake up feeling refreshed. I get into the shower very quick because I want some alone time in Amsterdam. It look like a good day to just take a short walk. After my shower, I get dressed in dark blue jeans, navy blue shirt, and my converse. I get my black cardigan, phone off the small couch and make my way out of the hotel.

It's only eight in the morning, so I have some time before Ricky gets up, right? He is not really a type of person to get up early, unless he really wants to explore Amsterdam, which will be weird. He has been here many times, from what I have heard from. Near the hotel, there is a little shop of sweet breads. I sit in there, eating and looking out the window.

It's so relaxing here.

I get up a few minutes later, and start to walk around, admiring my surroundings, but until I bumped into some guy, who dropped all of his papers onto the floor. I immediately him pick them up.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," The boy says getting the papers in order. "I have to stop being so clumsy."

"Don't worry about it," I smile. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you have so many papers?"

"I will only let you know if you let me take you to breakfast."

"Um," I sigh. "Sure."

I feel guilty. I shouldn't be getting into a car with a stranger, knowing I can be at the hotel with Ricky, who is maybe wondering where I am. Is he even awake? Only a few minutes passed, so I don't think, so. I try to get this feeling out of me, but it's impossible. I can't stop thinking of Ricky.