The ME Diary

Page 9

At the moment all my head knew was 'I'm bored'. Mark had a day off even though he just started working, had a family thing up and away somewhere, and A spends her day off up in Haarlem. Me? I am stuck at BOZZ.

IT ISN'T EVEN A WORKDAY FOR ME!!! I sigh while playing with a menu kart. As I look around I see that even Kai isn't here knowing A wouldn't be either.

I know I know, who goes to their work place on a day off right? Imagine how god damn bored I am...

I stand up and leave the Caffè. There was nothing to entertain me anyway. Instead of taking the tram home or to Dam square I walk through the fancy part of Amsterdam with all the expensive shops and the shop place for Dutch celebrities and picture horny tabloid photographers.

As I pass windows with some magnificent clothes I realize this was a pretty stupid idea to do for a girl that works at a café three days a week.

Don't get the wrong idea here, I like my job and all but I can be happy I make my rent every month, walking through a fancy place like this? It doesn't do my spirit very good.

I so long the whole idea of taking the fancy pansy path and change my course to an ally which leads to more normal parts. While I look up to the windows of apartments high on the black walls of the ally houses I get grabbed by the middle and my mouth covered.

I stiffen up for a second but after that I instinctively start to kick around me and try to bite my captors hand. Whats the first thing a girl thinks is gonna happen when she gets grabbed by a guy in an ally right? Another man comes up and covers my face with a towel like thing.

Could just as well have been rag or a silken scarf. I had no time really to be all touchy feel with the material. Ha! I can just imagine it; "wait wait wait a second. Not to be rude fellas but would you mind if we pause our intercourse for a moment and I examine the quality of the fabric you are about to strap before my eyes?" "Of course my lady, here you go!" ...... Yeah, cause villains are real gentleman these days..... don't even ask why the 1830's freaking politeness.

He straps the fabric over my eyes and simply picks me up. One of the two guys, which I now couldn't see anymore so hardly kick, spoke.

"Our boss would appreciate a talk with you ma'am."

Though I wanted to yell it all that came out were some noises sounding like words as I tried to answer. It's hard to yell clearly hanging over a shoulder while he walks.

"HE COULD HAVE JUST DRAGGED HIS FANCY ASS UP TO ME AND OPENED HIS MOUTH DAMN IT! PUT ME DOWN! I HAVE LEGS FOR A REASON!" Of course, they didn't listen.

I mean, Seriously? What the hell does that guy want from me?! Betya they have the wrong person? AWKWAAAARD! It's not like this happens in ally's here in Amsterdam, especially not the rich parts.

Though in the back of my head I, as my drama queen side likes to do, immediately looked for the worst case scenario. Kidnap? I ain't worth shit tho.

The guy puts me down on what feels like a couch but I have to admit that it's kinda hard to be accurate feeling with your ass. He slams a door. I take off the blindfold now that I can normally reach it again while I rage.

"God damn it, just a day off from work, what I presumed to be a normal day but nooo I had to get kidnapped by buff retards claiming to take me with them for their boss who is probably just hilariously fat and not able to even come talk to me himself. I mean, really?! Two guys in an ally blindfolding a girl for their boss who wants to talk? Did I end up in mobster stuff somehow? This shit is so cliché!" As I throw the blindfold away pissed I see I'm in a car.

I feel it start to drive. Not just a car but a CAR! A 'holly shit is that even to be called a car?!' car. Or rather, a limo. Soon after I see two legs sitting right in front of me. No. Nooo. Nononono, why? Not him! What is he doing here? really I could have known but still.

Immediately all fear I had for anything serious happening flowed away to be replaced with a feeling of uncertainty. Why did he do something like this? Was he serious when he said what he said?

"I got to say I kind of like the way they just grabbed you. A little cliché yes but you have to admit that presuming I am a fat mobster boss is cliché too." The owner of the pair of legs said.

He snickered.

"Okay. Maybe not a fat mobster boss. I was right about the retards though." I say looking away slightly flustered.

He shrugged and offers me a drink. "Where are we going? This is considered kidnapping you know? Against my will and all." I say ignoring the drink he offers me. It was alcohol anyway, yug.

He simply puts it back from where it came and looks at me. "You had nothing to do anyway did you? Come on Lisanne," How did he knew my name? I didn't tell him did I? "you know you don't mind the excitement, you were bored as hell so when I spotted you I send my goons out. This seems the perfect moment to talk some more." He said as the limo stopped in front of a huge restaurant. He stepped out and offered me a hand.

"Just a simple dinner, then you can go back to wasting your time if that's what you wish."

I bit my lip. Was I seriously considering this? With him? He was right though, I was indeed wasting my day and though I wasn't dressed at all for a restaurant like this I kicked that little point aside fast and grabbed his hand. What had I to loose?

"Fine. But I will order for myself before I am eating horse and you will have to life with the fact you have been seen in an expensive place with a skank basically." I said as I stepped out of the car and pulled my shirt straight.

I wore a black Smosh shirt and simple red jeans. With those mountain like shoes in dark blue and my army jacket I basically looked like a skank compared to what walked around in there.

"You got yourself a deal." He said with a content smirk on his handsome face and a glint in his eyes like I just challenged him.

A dinner date with the rich snobby Alexander Hadley from the bookstore, ow well. Better then a fat mobster boss... I hope.

~Saturday 22 November 2014~