"Cyn you look fine!" I sighed as my friend looked into her compact worriedly. "John will love you no matter how you look."
"Oh I don't know about that Anna..." she replied looking over the rim of the mirror. We both knew that John could be quite flirty, especially with blondes. I knew she was worried about a girl named Astrid who kept popping up in letters from John.
"You know he loves you and only you," I said while I tucked a strand of blonde hair behind my ear. Suddenly the train came to a stop and we heard the compartment doors sliding open. We grabbed our suitcases and filed out of the train with the other passengers.
We walked onto the platform and saw that we were surrounded by hundreds of bustling people. Neither of us could read German so we had no idea where to go.
"John!" Cynthia squealed and ran off ahead. I called after her but she was too far gone. I started to walk slowly in the direction she went.
"Ah! No!" I shouted as the contents of my suitcase spilled onto the platform as someone pushed into me but didnt stop to apologize. I turned a deep shade of red as I saw a male hand start collecting my stray clothing.
"Thank you," I said as I looked up into the strangers face. It was George. I had only met him once when I came with Cyn to one of the band's practices.
"Anytime," he cracked a funny smile and handed me the last article of clothing. I blushed and stuffed it into my bag. "C'mere, you look lost," George said as we headed off the find the others.
We approached a crowd of boys in leather jackets which I knew must be the group. I saw Cynthia standing next to John and walked over to her.
"Cyn! You left me! Don't do that, I was lucky George found me," I said and looked over at George who hadn't taken his eyes off me. I turned back to my best friend who was staring at the ground. I could see she had a grin on her face.
"Hey! Anna, how are ya?" John clapped me on the back like I was one of the guys. I lurched forward at the force.
"Ey, easy with her!" George warned John who then shrugged and went back to Cynthia. Stuart and Pete merely nodded at me to acknowledge my presence. They were very quiet boys.
"Come on, let's go to Astrid's," John suggested, grabbing his girlfriend's hand. She looked over her shoulder at me with a worried glance. I smiled at her reassuringly. John loved HER after all.
We all walked along the platform. John and Cynthia were holding hands and giggling. I sighed. They were so in love it was easy to see. I've had boyfriends before, but nothing serious. Nothing like these two.
We all filed into a pretty white house on the outskirts of bustling Hamburg. One would never expect we were still in Hamburg, this area was beautiful.
"Hello!" a girl around my age lept down the stairs. She greeted us with a funny German accent. Cyn looked at me and we both knew that this was Astrid.
"Everyone, this is Astrid, she keeps us fed," John smiled at the girl. She was quite cute, petite with short hair.
Stu slid out from behind our group and wrapped his arms around Astrid. She turned to kiss him. I watched Cynthia from behind as she exhaled a breath of relief. She had nothing to worry about.
I felt someone bump into my arm and I looked up to see it was George. I blushed as he raised an eyebrow at me. I had never noticed it before but his eyes were beautiful. They held such a mysterious brown color, surrounded by perfectly placed lashes. Not many people were allowed the look into these eyes, I was a lucky one.
I heard a snicker from behind which broke my concentration. I turned to see Paul smirking at George and myself. Silently, I mouthed the words "shut up" and he rolled his eyes.
"We have a gig soon you know," a voice droned out from our group. It was Pete, always the one to ruin our fun.
"Off we go!" John shouted in a cheery voice after kissing his girlfriend. All five boys in leather jackets bounded out the door.
"A lively bunch, no?" Astrid asked in a sweet voice. Cyn and I nodded in response and looked at our suitcases. "Come," she added and led us upstairs.
We followed her to what we assumed was her room. When we opened the door we were in shock. All the walls were painted black, including the ceiling. From it, dead branches hung down and dangled peacefully. Despite the dark look, the room gave off a serene feeling. Another interesting quality about the room was the photographs hanging on the walls.
"Im a photographer," Astrid added in as she noticed what we were looking at.
"Very nice," Cyn commented and pointed towards a photo of a tree bending over forward, it's branches hanging over a young girl which looked to be Astrid. The German girl nodded in appreciation as she gathered our bags and took them to another room. In her absence I caught Cynthia's eyes.
"This is alright," I said to her. She breathed a sigh of relief, knowing John had no feelings for anyone else.
"Care to bathe?" Astrid asked us as she entered the room again.
"Yes, if that's alright," Cynthia asked politely as she looked from the German girl to me.
"Fine with me," I smiled at my friend, knowing exactly what she was planning for her night with John. I smiled and turned away as Astrid led her to the bathroom.
A few minutes later I heard water running and foot steps coming near. I looked up to see it was Astrid.
"Earlier, were you laughing at my funny accent?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, no no no!" her question caught me off guard and I began to babble. "I was just thinking about how John and Cyn are probably going to..."
She suddenly understood what I was trying to say and smiled. We both laughed.
"So are you and Stuart, well, dating?" I asked her. She blushed slightly and nodded her head.
"Have you got anyone?" I looked up at her and met her eyes. Her question caught me off guard.
"Oh, no," I answered, slightly ashamed. Thoughts of George drifted in the back of my mind. Why was I thinking about him like this?
"It's okay, you will find someone," Astrid added in a cheery voice. "Oh, you and Cynthia will be staying in that room there." She pointed out the door to a room across from where we were standing. I thanked her before walking to my temporary quarters.
I picked up my suitcase and put it at the end of the bed on the left. The light pink walls complimented the cream colors bed sheets. Everything looked very beautiful and delicate, the opposite of typical Hamburg.
I carefully lay down on the plush bed. Before I'm too aware, I'm thinking about George. He was so polite to help pick up my clothes. It seemed that the whole time we stood in Astrids house, he didn't take his eyes off me. His beautiful, brown eyes.
I rolled over in defeat and punched the pillow. I sound pathetic and in love. I sighed and closed my eyes. All I could see was a pair of mysterious brown eyes.