How To Date A Greek Boy

The YOLO Backpackers

“Konstantinos Paulos, Hermes Aleksandro, Leanna Williams and Frankie Jones come forward please?” one policeman asked.
Frowning, we made our way out of the crown and towards them.
“I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”

And then, the rest of the policemen stepped forward and handcuffed us.

“I’ll ask you again. Who do you work for? We want a name!” The policeman said, gritting his teeth in frustration.
We were sitting in a room, still handcuffed. Outside, I could see Hector, Marie and Crista’s worried faces as they tried to peer in through the small glass window in the door. A guard kept blocking them out, finally physically leading a loudly protesting Crista away when she kept persisting.

“We keep telling you over and over, you retard! We don’t work for anyone! A black guy at London airport gave these to us and asked us to deliver them to his grandmother!” Fran cried out.
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I think there’s something you’d want to see.” He said, sighing deeply.
Still in our handcuffs, he led us to another room. There was a computer set up behind a machine which looked like the conveyor belts at security stations, where they screen your baggage.
“Look at the image. This is what showed up when airport security screened your baggage before arrival.” He motioned to the computer and unlocked our handcuffs.

I went forward and examined the image that had frozen on the screen. It was a colored X-ray kind of thing.
“They’re packets.” I shrugged. “So?”
“Packets of drugs, actually.” He calmly stated, watching me for any reaction.

Back in the small room, three other policemen took Kon, Fran, and Hermes away to separate rooms, while the same officer recorded my statement of what actually happened as I told him the entire episode of the black man at the airport who asked us to deliver the suitcases to his Nana and cautioned us not to open them.
Just as I was finishing off, another uniformed guard came in.
“Sir, we’ve checked the address they gave us. It’s-“ He stopped mid-sentence, looking me up and down.
“You’re the girl!” He suddenly exclaimed. “From that video!”
Video? What video?
Not caring about the fact that he was currently on duty, and reporting to a senior officer about a serious case of drug smuggling, the guard took out his phone, typed a few times, and then turned the screen towards us.

I noticed the app he’d opened- YouTube.
And then, my eyes trailed down to the video.
Sweet Jesus, Mary, Joseph and choco mint ice cream.

On screen, was a video of all of us in full glory, doing the Tritanic on the double decker bus in London.
Who the hell uploaded that!
Suddenly I remembered the girl who took a video of us. I thought she’d share it with her friends on Snapchat, but no, she shared it with the whole world!
My eyes roamed the rest of the screen, taking in the title of ‘The YOLO Backpackers - Titanic Tourists’. The description explained how we were just regular tourists touring London on a double decker bus, until two of us (Crista and Marie) got up and did the Titanic pose and then the rest of us followed. There was a special mention about ‘the three hilarious ones’ (aka, Hector, Kon, and I) who’d done a triple Titanic Pose.
It’s called The Tritanic Pose, biatch, I corrected in my mind.

And then, I happened to see the views. The video had got 8 million views. And 5.5 million out of those had voted for it.
We’re famous!

And all of this accompanied by comments like “Wow, they’re awesome!” and “I wish I could be there too!” and “Will you guys take me with you?” and “I’ll pay to come along! And sponsor you guys too!” and “Are you all single?” and “The guys are so hot! #ScrewCameronDallas #BackpackersAreHotter #LuckyGirls”.
I chuckled to myself at the last two comments.
You and me, both, dude.