Falling For The Brit

Chapter 20: ¡Hola España! {Day One}

PLEASE NOTE this chapter does contain a lot of Spanish text whose meanings are enclosed within parentheses adjacent to the text. Hope you understand, enjoy ♥

Chapter 20: ¡Hola España!

 

Via's POV

I'm hearing voices, in a partial dreaming state, and half-awake as well. Creepy, huh?

"Don't wake her up like that, leave her be."

"Let me do this Aussie. Let's get this over with. Damn it woman, when are you going to ever wake up?!"

"Dust..."

"Just open your freaking eyes!"

"Dussssst...."

"Wake up!"

"Dust!"

"Screw you, Via. You leave me with no choice."

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't just carry Via out of the plane."

"Watch me."

*Thud*

"What was that?"

Slowly, opening my eyes, I had no idea where I was and the hell was happening.

"Dustin, you f*cking idiot. You're too tall, look what you did to Via." I certainly recognized Austin's voice right there, but he lowered it, half-shouting and half-whispering as well.

"Not my fault I'm tall." Perhaps I was also certain that was Dustin arguing with his twin.

Since my entire vision was in a full 360 and I felt myself turn nauseous all of the sudden, I began kicking my feet in the realization that Dustin was carrying me.

I kicked with full force, banging my hands on his back.

"Aww, oww, what the hell Via? You're finally awake." He exclaimed making sure to put great emphasis on the word 'finally'.

"¡Yo se, déjame ya!" (I know, leave me alone already!) I replied, yelping and still striking. Prior to the fact that we were in Spain, I like raging in Spanish more because I honestly think it's easier to express your irritation with it.

"Sh*t, sh*t!!! Okay, okay, stop kicking me. You kick like a horse." He cried, letting me down.

"Thank. You." I replied, clearly annoyed, straightening the outfit I picked out to travel with. It was a peplum top, with some navy blue skinny jeans. I also wore some mid-cut boots topped off with my red trench coat and hearts scarf.

It was already nighttime and as I hopped off the plane, I sensed the cool breeze of November gush throughout the surroundings. I thrust both of my hands into the pockets of my trench coat to generate more heat.

The Holidays were swiftly approaching. It's been roughly about 3 months since the onset of school and yet this was the most colorful year so far. I became cheer captain, learned a (love) life lesson about "him", met my boy BFF in the entire world, had a ton of fun with my BF5eva, met the Brits, became best friends with Cameron, too, won sectionals, it's been... a lot. With that being said, the holidays were something I was really looking forward to.

Five days in Spain. (It was supposed to be two weeks but sh*t happens you know) Okay, that sounded quite short. Let's just say about a hundred twenty hours- still short. Seven thousand eight hundred minutes. There we go, we're spending 7800 minutes in Spain then the rest of the vacation in California.