Leave Me Behind

2

Barcelona

I am awakened by a rather rude banging on the door of my room. The small room seems to shake as the banging gets louder and more annoying.

"SHUT UPPP!!!" I yell at the evil person on the other side of the door.

"NO! YOUR STUPID ALARM WOKE ME UP SO NOW I'M WAKING YOU UP!" An annoying male voice sounds through the thin wood of the door. Wait...please tell me that rude voice doesn't have a freaking english accent. But of course it does.

"Oh my god," I mumble to myself as I angrily push the covers on my bed to the side. I'm vaguely aware that my phones alarm is ringing on the bedside table so I quickly shut it off and hurry to the door, yanking it open.

My hair is fuzzy and I know my face is bright red in anger. You just don't wake up a jet-lagged, already naturally pissy girl. The boy from yesterday looks equally as mad, however, but with perfect hair. Ughhh!

"That's twice now that you've woken me up! Do I have to report you to the front desk?" He exclaims in anger. I look around the hall and see that my stupid neighbour's theatrics have awoken the whole hall. Smiling to myself, I glare at the angry, British boy in front of me.

"You can feel free to report me, but I have a feeling you'll be getting a lot more complaints," I say smugly, happy when his expression changes from angry to confused. I point behind him and see as the color drains from his face. The rest of the rooms on our floor have their doors open, each with its own angry head sticking out and I can even hear some grumbling from the floor below us. I give the annoying boy one more smirk then turn and slam the door in his face. I hear him stomp over to his room and slam his own door. I was never more right when I called him a grumpy nut. I don't even know his name and he's already causing me so much anger. Knowing that there is no hope of me falling back asleep, I walk over to my suitcase and start getting ready.

It is 8 a.m. Barcelona time, making it 2 p.m. in Abingdon. Its crazy how far away from it I feel, like I know it is physically far but I feel like my life in Virginia was almost in another lifetime, totally separate from now.

Today's agenda consists of getting food (obviously the most important thing because, duh), going to see a few cathedrals all named something rather complicated, going to Artevistas Gallery (an art gallery), and finally going to the beach.

Luckily, it only takes me about 20 minutes to get ready and I'm down at the cafe beside my hostel at 8:25. The pastry chef is just placing a fresh row of strudels in the display window and he laughs when he catches me drooling over them.

When I enter the cafe he already has two strudels packed for me in a little paper bag.

"Que será dos euros señorita," he says. I catch the only three words that I can understand 'two euros Miss' and quickly hand over a couple of coins, leaving a tip because of his good nature.

Grabbing the bag, I give the chef a quick smile and throw a 'gracias' over my shoulder before exiting the cute little cafe.

As predicted, the pastry is freaking delicious and as I crunch into it, I can't help the not so subtle moan that escapes. Now to the metro.

Four hours later, I have been to all the cathedrals and the art gallery. My stomach has been growling for the last hour and I finally located a restaurant that I can eat at.

Sitting down outside, beside a beautiful wall with vines winding up it, I prop open the menu and try to understand the Spanish.

"Hello, hola, Señorita," I hear a voice say beside me. I lower the menu and smile at the tall, slender waiter.

"Hello! How are you?" I reply.

"Good, good, thank you. What can I get you?" He replies good naturedly.

I point to the things on the menu, not even trying to pronounce the words to save myself the embarrassment. I hope I just order a chicken paella and freshly squeezed orange juice but knowing my luck its probably fried octopus legs and beer. Mmmm, love me some octopus legs.

The waiter nods and walks away. Sighing, I lean back in my chair to take in my surrounding. As I'm looking around, my eyes meet a pair of bright green eyes across the outdoor patio. After what feels like an eternity, I break the staring contest and look away. For some reason, I feel my cheeks heating up and I know I'm blushing. The boy with the green eyes is really cute but, come on Eden, have some control. Just as I've almost talked myself into taking another glance at the stranger, the waiter comes back with my meal.

Momentarily forgetting about the awkward staring contest, I focus on the food in front of me. Orange juice, check! Paella with chicken, check! Ha, take that Señorita Gomez (my annoying Spanish teacher that always told me I should just stay away from languages other than English). Out of the corner of my eye, I see the waiter trying to suppress his laughter at my obviously starstruck face, but I don't even care. I start shovelling down the food and hope that the cute stranger is no longer looking this way.

To no ones surprise, I finish my meal rather quickly and head to the front to pay. Something keeps me from looking at the boy with the green eyes again. I want to leave the memory at what it is, not search for an ending to a story that isn't even a story.

Just as I'm about to step out of the cozy little restaurant and back onto the busy streets of Barcelona, I feel a hand grasp my shoulder and stop me from leaving.

Flustered, I spin around and am met with those bright green eyes. The boy from before, he has dark brown hair that flops kind of perfectly on his head and his skin is perfectly tan.

"Miss, you forgot your sunglasses," he says. My eyebrows shoot up, he has an American accent.

"You're American?" I blurt, before realizing that might seem rude. His eyes light up with humor.

"Last I checked," He replies. Blushing, I realize that I should leave before I embarrass myself further.

"Well, thanks for the sunglasses. I should be going," I say awkwardly, taking a step down.

"See you around," he says, turning to go. Probably not, I can't help but think. Barcelona is a big city, I highly doubt I'll ever see Green-eyes again. But even as I'm thinking it, I can't help but wish it wasn't true.

Get yourself together, Eden. You literally know nothing about him, he could be a murderer or something. Would you want to see a murderer again? Yeah, lets just keep thinking that.

But for now, let's go to the beach! So, putting Green-eyes out of my head, I head towards the metro, ready to relax on the beach.

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