Chasing the stars (TERMINATED)

17. Amsterdam!

~ Virgo

'Libra, you can put me down now, I'm fine' I chuckled, when we stood at the bottom of the stairs after exiting plane. He had held my hend the entire flight, although I hadn't figured out whether he was being sweet, or he was anxious because of the flight. 'You sure?' he questioned, I nodded, so he carefully put me back on my feet.
The chilly breeze hit my cheeks, sending shivers down my spine. I looked up at the grey sky, was it dusk already? We were quickly ushered into the airport, and sat down at the baggage belt that would deliver our suitcases. After I shut flight-mode off, I received a text from my provider:
Welcome to Amsterdam, the Netherlands!

I gasped and showed Libra, he smiled. 'So that's why the weather is shit!' I chuckled, when Sagittarius turned around. 'We're in Amsterdam my man!' Libra slapped his shoulder, Sag raised his eyebrows, then grinned from ear to ear.
'Ah, Amsterdam! The city of weed and hookers!' he joked, a little too loudly, causing two girls to turn their heads, then proceeded to agitatedly chat in Dutch.
'Quickly offended much?' He scoffed, telling everyone where we had just arrived.

Pisces squealed, and clasped her hands together in excitement. 'Amsterdam! Just like TFIOS!' Gemini and Cancer gasped when they realized as well, and they started gushing about the book.
'Come on, The fault in our stars is so overrated' I interrupted their jabbering, they turned to me, giving me accusing looks.
'Well,' I began, 'the ending sucks, illness and love are two horribly cliché topics, especially combined, and-' '-sorry, but I have to stop you there,' Cancer shut me up, 'I think the ending is the best part, exactly because it is not at all how you want it to end. It emphasizes how you don't get to decide how life turns out.' She retorted.

'Whatever. Still overrated' I shrugged, when the alarm signaled the baggage belt was going to move.
Bags and suitcases passed by, my leg shaking nervously. I wasn't going to be able to relax until I saw my suitcase there. Maybe they put it on the wrong plane? Maybe it fell off the cart and it- a mint green suitcase finally slid through the plastic curtains, and I sighed in relief.

After everyone had retrieved their baggage from the belt, we made our way to the exit, but not before taking a quick bathroom break of course.
I didn't have to go, so I used the time to get my shawl from my suitcase, and some chapstick for in my handbag.
When I wanted to store the chapstick inside its fixed spot, I saw something was already there. It was a small box, but when I took it to look closer, I squealed and threw it on the ground. Big mistake, because now the package had opened, and a dozen condoms were scattered across the floor.

I dove to the floor, trying to get them out of sight and back into my handbag, but when I heard Aries burst into laughter when he picked the last one up, I knew the damage had been done.
Throwing him a pleading look, as a last attempt to save myself from complete and utter embarrassment, I tried to snatch it from his hand, but to no avail.

'Hey you guys! Look what just fell out of Virgin's little bag!' he hollered, holding the package in the air, laughter erupted from the group.
'Yeah, ha ha, very funny. My dad put them in my bag without me noticing, okay! So can I have them back, please?' I snapped, finally prying it from his grasp.
I shoved it inside my bag, threw away the rest and walked away with quick, angry strides.
'Hey! You sure you won't be needing those?' Sagittarius called after me, I bit my lip to prevent yelling at him across the arrival hall, when someone grabbed my wrist.

Before yanking my arm back, I turned around, facing a frowning Pisces.
'Virgo, don't listen to those immature dumbasses' she sternly told me.
'Besides, the exit is over there', she motioned in the opposite direction, which meant we had to walk back to the group.
I let out a little groan in frustration before turning on my heel and walking back. Luckily, the laughter had somewhat died down, but some of them were still smirking or giving me judgemental looks.
I searched the group for Libra, he didn't grin. Instead, he looked disappointed, and wouldn't look me directly in the eye.

Anger heated up my cheeks, and I took my book from my handbag, hiding safely between its pages.
The counselors announced that we had to get going if we wanted to make it to the hostel before it became dark, so we took our bags and got going.

The last thing a group of teenagers would want to do after a long day of travelling, is 30 minutes of walking to get to the place we needed to sleep. You'd think counselors of a tour especially for teenagers would be aware of this, but apparently they are oblivious to the fact that our energy has limits. And so has our patience.

Needless to say, the complaints and whining increased with every minute, which wasn't much of a good influence on the overall mood, which then results into more complaining and whining, etc. etc.

But, at last, blue letters reading Heart of Amsterdam indicated we were nearing our place to stay, putting an end to the whining and complaining.
I was craving sleep, and to finally having some privacy, but the latter was not very likely, since we had to share a room with three to four people.
Because we were all very worn out by the day, we didn't make a fuzz about who was sleeping where, and silently made our way to the rooms.
We stuffed our bags and suitcases underneath the bed, and just plopped on a random bed, the slower ones having to climb onto the top bunk.

Nobody said a word as we took of our makeup and made ourselves ready to finally sleep. After a whole day of travelling.