How To Date A Greek Boy

Big Butts

Goes out to mandoysmoysoy because
A. I'm in the mood to dedicate it :P
B. She's cool and a great reader :D

I walked down the street, looking around me, and tried to zero in on a place to start. I didn’t need to. The third or fourth shop I passed had a gang of teenagers inside, trying to take a selfie.

This is it, Lee. Go for it!

Smiling, I went inside the shop and boldly approached them.
“Can I click that picture for you?” I asked them.
They all stopped and silently turned to me, gawking at the foreigner who’d disrupted their selfie moment.
Please don’t backfire, please don’t backfire, please do-
“Are you one of those backpackers?”

I grinned.

Immediately, all of them erupted into squeals and giggles, each speaking at the same time.
“Have you really done all that?” A blonde one asked.
“You’re awesome!” A brunette with a French braid gushed.
“I wish I could run away with you guys!” A girl with bright blue eyes sighed.
“Have you photoshopped the boys?”

That last one made me laugh at the girl who’d asked the question. She was brown eyed and blonde, with bright pink streaks in her hair.
“No, we haven’t photoshopped the boys. They’re all real.”
She stared at me with wonder. “You girls are so lucky!” She fangirled.

I asked them if they’d watched our videos on the channel, and they said they hadn’t, they knew us from the many stray videos other people had put up of us. I explained my predicament to them, and told them why I’d been let loose on the streets of Amsterdam with a camera. They enthusiastically agreed to let me take their photo, and even paid me extra to sign each of their photos personally. They followed me out, each shooting off a list of random places at me, where I could get the best photos.
“Just hold on a sec, I’ll write them down.” I searched for my book and pen in my sling pouch as they kept talking a mile a minute.
“Hey wait! We could totally just come with you!” The French braided girl said.
I paused from my search and looked up at them.
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god that would be awesome!”
“Totally!”
“We’re taking you around.” The two blondes hooked their arms through mine, and that was that. We set off the street.

While we were exiting on the other side, one of the girls, the bright blue eyed one, caught sight of one place where my services would render valuable-a costume shop.
We went in there, and the lady at the counter looked up and smiled at our chattering group.
“Would you want to try on something?” She asked.
“Actually, we’d want to take pictures of people who tried on things. You must be having a lot of people coming through, trying on a million costumes and taking selfies in all of them but not really buying any. So I want to offer to photograph them.”
She let out a small laugh. “Do you think they’d pay you for what they can do themselves?”
I looked around, and my eyes fell on the many mirrors she had around the place.
“If you could hire me for today on trial, you’ll see.” I smiled. “I’ll give you 10% of what I make.”
“20% and you’re hired.” She said, raising an eyebrow.
“Deal.”

The girls said they’d leave me to it but would drop by at the end of the day to see how I was doing. I agreed and waved them off, then approached the owner of the store.
“You wouldn’t happen to have some spare sheets here, would you? Just to make a few changes in the shop? It’ll help my case.”
“As long as you don’t set the place on fire.” She cracked a smile.

Ten minutes later, I was done, and I called her to see my handiwork.
“You’re a smart kid, I’ll grant you that.” She patted my back, looking all around at the mirrors I’d draped the sheets over.