Hannah's POV
I sighed and tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for my best friend, Mia Alessadro, at the Hamburg airport. We both agreed that we would meet in Hamburg for my eighteenth birthday. I have always wanted to go to Hamburg for some reason. My father was from Germany and my mother from America. Why we chose Poland to live in, I have no idea. And my last name is Polish, yet my parents aren't even a little bit Polish.
That's when I saw it. My little Mexican best friend Mia, stroking her beloved pendent, looking like a lost puppy. I smiled and ran up to her giving her a bone-breaking hug.
"Mia!" I yelled directly in her ear picking her up and twirling her around, getting odd looks from the different people at the airport. I ignored her pleads of letting go of her before she gets sick.
"Hannah! Let me go or so help me I will throw up on your jacket!" Mia threatened. I think she got the idea I missed her. I did. I mean, I hadn't seen her in God knows how long.
"Mia, you don't know how much I've missed you! You look so different from when I saw you at age fifteen!" It's true. Puberty did us both good. We grew taller, okay so Mia did, I'm still short, I'll always be short. But we grew some 'money makers' as my older brother calls boobs. Mia decided to grow out her brunette hair down to her back. While I have blonde hair that goes to my shoulders, I want to grow it more.
"You have too! Now sorry to interrupt our changes, but can we please drop my stuff off at where ever we are staying at?"
"Oh yeah, come on, it's not that far from here. Taxi cab or walk?"
"Walk. I've been sitting on a plane for a long time I want to move my muscles," we walked out of the airport. "What are we doing tonight?" She asked me walking down the street.
"A club, it's called like the Top Tacos or something like that. I don't know." I shrugged while she chuckled at my answer.
"I see your memory skills haven't increased over the years at all." Mia smirked stretching her arms above her head.
"Not one bit."
About fifteen minutes of our catching up we made it to the hotel, you could hardly call it a hotel, and we both walked up the several flights of stairs into the room we were staying at.
"Well, this place looks like crap." Mia admitted setting her bags down.
"Yeah, tell me about it. Go get ready for the club! I'm gonna listen to the radio to hear some good ol' German tunes!" I said over-sarcastically while flopping down on the poor excuse for a couch while Mia got ready for the day at the club. I really wasn't going to listen to German music, instead I got out from my bag of records, my favorite Elvis record and tried to find the record player. I huffed crossing my arms in disappointment as I was let down, once again by the German hotels.
When Mia came out she was wearing the white summer dress that she wrote about in her letters that she wrote me. Over the dress was her thin, cream coloured cardigan with white flats to finish her outfit off.
"Mia, don't get me wrong, I absolutely love what you are wearing, but this is a club we're going to, not a picnic. You need to wear something that will bring all the boys to you. You want to show them your bad side, cause we both know you can be bad." I explained.
"Last time I checked, you're the bad one looking for a one night stand. I'm the good one of us." She said looking for something in her bag.
"No, you can be pretty bad at times,"
"Name one time." This stumped me. I stood there thinking of a time when she was angry and mad and did something crucial. I snapped my fingers.
"Got it. What about that time when Jimmy Fisher stole your cookies?" I questioned.
"Um A; we were in the first grade. B; that wasn't me, that was Angelica Penlin." She stated as-a-matter-of-factly.
"Okay. Give me time and I will think of a time when you were bad." I said grabbing my jacket and walking out of the hotel and down the many flights of stairs.
When we arrived at our destination Mia read the sign clearly and corrected my wrong name for the club.
"It's the Top Ten Club, not the Top Tacos." I pretended not to hear her when I dragged her in the club. As soon as I walked in, the words of Long Tall Sally filled my ears, I squeled and turned to Mia jumping, "This is my jam! This is my jam!" I attempted, but failed, to pull her on the dance floor to dance with me. She said dancing wasn't her thing, I shrugged it off as she went to the bar and sat, quietly listened to the music. Myself on the other hand was having the time of my life, dancing like a maniac on the dancefloor.
"Thank you all, we're going to take a little break now, be back on in a little." The man who was singing Long Tall Sally announced to the people who were actually listening to them. I turned over to the bar to see a man yelling at Mia, while she was twirling her necklace with her head down. I marched over to the scene ready to kick some German ass.
"Um, s'cuse me, what's going on here?" I asked politelty, obviously not the same as my mood when I saw this happening.
"Yes, vell, I bought dis lady a drink, and here in Germany, if a man buys a woman a drink, she owes him a special something, vich she is refusing to do." He explained crossing his arms at me.
"Well listen here buddy," I put my arm around the strangers neck and took him away from Mia, "How about if you let my friend here have a nice time tonight, she's not looking for a quick bang or anything, just here to enjoy the music. So why don't you just scurry off to another gal?" I asked taking my arm off of him.
"How about no? I don't care vhat a stupid Polish gerl has to say. I bought her a drink and I vant my vevord, so you move along vhile I get vhat I vant." He declared smiling at me. I began to roll my sleeves up and smile at the ground.
"My friend isn't a reward, especially to a silly little German. Now I suggest you walk off before someone's blood isn't on the floor, and it won't be mine. I have horrible anger issues, and it'd be a shame if I would use them on a defenseless man like you." He seemed to think what I said was funny. I was biting my lip so I wouldn't do anything too drastic. I was about to raise my arm when someone came between us. Two people actually.
"Oh, look George, a fan!" The man who was singing Long Tall Sally said to the lead guitarist.
"Yes Paul, a fan, let us bring her over by her friend so we can all socialize." They both led me back to Mia.
"Are you insane?" George asked me harshly.
"What do you think you're doing?" Paul asked me in the same tone, just slightly softer.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I am about to go kick some stuck up German's ass all across the Top Tacos." I declared walking in his direction again but the boys pulled me back.
"First of all, this is The Top Ten Club," Paul started, I rolled my eyes that made my face say, 'like it even matters, "Second of all, you do not, I repeat not want to mess with Jorgan. He will rip you to shreds. Now just let George and I go talk it out with him."
They both walked to 'Jorgan' while I huffed and sat down on the bar stool.
"I can take care of myself, Hannah." Mia muttered messing with her necklace.
"You're not good at it." I chuckled before letting my eyes lay on the men who 'rescued' me from the Big Bad German Wolf.