The morning after your first night in Amsterdam you wake up with a killer headache and no recollection of how you got back to your room. Some random flashes of weird conversations about Asians in overcrowded cabs come flooding back, but for all you know those could be dreams. After taking the hottest shower you ever took and twenty minutes of drinking water straight from the tab, because you haven't bought glasses yet, you realize you don't have any food in your room either. With no goal in mind you stumble out of your room into the hallway, only to bump into Sam who looks kind of similar to what you must look like.
"I wanted to eat but I don't have any food because I arrived yesterday and I feel like puking right now." is his only reaction to your run in.
You wince, "keep the volume down, Trouty. My head is fucking killing me and I can understand it's hard to keep your huge lips closed, but if you don't I'm gonna have to cut a bitch. That bitch being you." He gives you a blank look, apparently your insults aren't so scary when you have a killer headache and look like shit at the same time. So you share a look of understanding and a silent compromise follows. The two of you knock at the same door at the same time, a horrible looking Rachel opens the door with a quiet "not so loud, please."
So you two walk in (the room smells of alcohol so bad you almost run out again), sit down on her bed and stare at her with pleading eyes. She shakes her head and winces because the movement must've made her headache worse. You'd laugh if you didn't feel exactly the same way and weren't so focused on not throwing up. Thank god she understood your silent plea and starts making you food.
She's doing exactly this when Brittany walks in, looking a little better than the three of you.
"Wow Rachel, what the hell happened in your room. It smells like something died in here." She says as a greeting in a way too chirpy voice. The three of you shush her at the same time and that only makes her giggle.
"Had a little too much fun last night?"
This time only Sam groans as a response and you just let yourself fall backwards onto Berry's bed.
"Okay princesses. I'll shut up." And she throws her hands up in the air as she sits down on the bed next to you.
After Rachel's brought you your food and you've thrown a mini-tantrum about what the actual fuck she's trying to feed you (to which Rachel responded in a hushed tone that she is vegan, a very healthy and considerate lifestyle, thank you very much) Brittany gives you a strange smile and asks you if you had fun the night before.
"I think I did. I don't really remember, everything is kind of blurry. Do you know how I got into my room?"
Then she gives you that secretive smile again and responds with: "I sure do."
You don't know what she means with that or if you made a fool of yourself but you guess not because she keeps sending you the brightest smiles for the remainder of your breakfast. You all end up hanging out in Rachel's room a bit longer after having breakfast. You tell yourself you would have been gone a lot sooner, if you weren't too hungover to move. But that problem solves itself because Artie ends up wheeling in with some painkillers because apparently he heard you all groaning from the other side of the hallway. You don't remember seeing him after you left the restaurant, which could be totally your fault since you'd been hitting the shots pretty hard already, but turns out to be true because he didn't feel like going somewhere that he wasn't sure of being wheelchair friendly.
"We just went to a bar, Wheels, not exactly the high end club Blaine promised us. It was just a bar." you snarl at him from your spot on the bed. Brittany shoots you a look, so you add: "thanks for the painkillers though." in a gentler voice.
Refusing to take defeat you get up and tell everyone in the room you're going to unpack the rest of your stuff and into town later to get groceries and some other basic stuff. You didn't mean it as an invitation, but you don't mind a certain blonde following you out of Rachel's room and into your own.
She closes the door behind you and sits down on your bed while you grab your first handful of clothing to stuff your closet with. She watches you walk around your room with various items of clothing for a while before she breaks the silence.
"How are you feeling?"
You look at her and her blue eyes are full of concern. "Better now that I've had breakfast and we're no longer near Berry."
Brittany giggles. "Even with a hangover she's too much. Although you liked her vegan pancakes."
"No, I didn't." But Brittany is seeing right through you.
"You did, but I won't tell anyone." She smiles and damn, she's too pretty for her own good.
You shake your head, smiling, and change the subject. "Are you dating anyone back home? Because if you're not, you should go after Trouty or Wheels. They were hitting on you pretty hard last night and both drooling over their breakfast while you were in the room this morning." Brittany laughs at that.
"I thought Sam was gay the first time I met him, but apparently he's not. He's got a girlfriend back home, but they decided to have an open relationship now that he's here. Also, he could be my brother. It's gross." You nod. Fair enough, she's too pretty for them anyway.
"Soooo, are you seeing anyone?" Her voice sounds sort of… hopeful? Which is weird because you pride yourself on your gaydar and she does not ping. So you scoff, "Hell no, the New York City girls are all crazy. They think one night of lady lovin' equals a relationship. No thank you very much." She giggles at your extreme reaction and her giggling makes you laugh, what in turn makes her laugh harder and you end up bursting with laughter. Artie comes wheeling in and asks you what's so funny. The two of you stop laughing, look at each other and burst out laughing again. Artie glances at the two of you and says in his English accent: "whatever, we're all waiting for you because we want to go into town to get food."
So you go out and take the tram to the city centre, which turns out to be kind of a struggle with Artie's wheelchair, but you eventually end up near something called the 'Koningsplein' and apparently that means King's Square. Frankly you couldn't give a damn, you are so hungry you could eat the damn square itself, but it's Brittany talking about the square so you keep your mouth shut and listen closely. When you walk into a supermarket (who the fuck calls their supermarket Albert Heijn?) you hear Brittany goofing off with Mike so you decide to make small talk with Lips and Robocop. Sam is sort of flirting with you and you shut him up immediately by saying: "Not into that, Trouty. See, if your vagina shaped lips were actually a vagina, I might have considered it. But unfortunately, too much dick and too little boobs."
He looks at you flabbergasted and mumbles: "No, I have a girlfriend." to which you respond with: "I bet you do, but where is she now? I doubt you can keep mister Happy in your pants for a year. So don't even start."
Sam huffs and shakes his Bieber haircut while Artie laughs out loud. "So now that we got that out of the way, we can have an actual conversation about something. And stop staring at my boobs, Wheels. I know they're at eye level for you, but that doesn't mean you have the right to stare."
During your shopping trip you learn that Sam goes to UCLA (of course, that explains the bleached hair) and lives in a frat house (of course), while Artie is from Oxford (of course) and is majoring in something with computers (of course, that explains the nerdiness). At the cash register you're telling them you're here to study law when Brittany bounces over with a pout and says: "I didn't even know what you were studying. I didn't even ask." But you assure her that it's not a big deal and remind her that you didn't ask her either. She starts bouncing on her feet then and starts talking about how she already told you she goes to Julliard and that she's so excited to dance with Dutch dancers and have some of the same classes as Mike. By the time you get out she's even more bubbly than normal and you don't know how, but she ends up on your back with you giving her a piggyback ride. "You're taller than me, why am I doing this?" That causes the entire group to burst out laughing and Mike makes a whipping noise. Which makes you chase him with Brittany on your back who is swinging her arms around like a madman. You're so glad you met her, without her this bunch of losers would have driven you mad already. Although you rethink that statement when she makes it a point to stay on your back until you enter a different shop and then after you get out again.
By the time you're back in your room you're exhausted, the only thing that keeps you going is that Mike is ordering pizza for you, Sam and Brittany. You decide to use the little time you have now to Skype Quinn, who you haven't spoken to since you arrived. She accepts your call after three rings with the biggest smile you've ever seen on her and a loud: "HEY SAN!"
Tina joins her a few minutes into the call and you miss your roommates so much for a moment. "You guys would love Amsterdam so much. Britt is gonna show me around one of these days and-"
"Who's Britt?" They ask at the same time. But you can't reply because Mike comes walking into your room, "Hey Santana, the pizza will be here in a few minutes. We're all eating in my room, care to join?"
You tell him you'll be right there and he waves to Tina and Quinn on the screen before leaving. As soon as he's closed the door Tina squeals. "That is the hottest guy I've ever seen. I wanted to come and visit you already, but I think I have no other option anymore. Is he single?" You nod and roll you eyes in the typical Lopez fashion, that girl is boy crazy.
"T, he's in Amsterdam for at least another year, what on earth do you think will happen?" When she replies that she's not looking for a serious relationship, but she could think of a few things she wants to happen with Mike, you shake your head and say goodbye to your two roommates with a promise to call them again soon.
As soon as you walk in Mike tells you your friends are cute, especially the Asian one and you know that when Tina comes to visit you, she won't be spending much time in your room. Brittany asks you who you were talking to as soon as you sit down next to her with a slice of pizza in your hand.
"Quinn and Tina, my roommates." you respond.
"Oh, are those the girls in your Facebook profile picture?" she asks curiously. When you give her a weird look, she raises her brow.
"Have you been Facebook stalking me?" you ask her while you take a bite of your pizza.
"I was just-" but she can't finish her sentence, since you yelled a loud: "WHAT THE FUCK" into the room. Everyone is looking at you, so you shrug and say: "The pizza tastes a little different." They must think you're crazy, the looks you get confirm this.
"So who is in for another night at the bars?" Mike asks. No one is really excited, which isn't all that surprising if you think about how everyone felt that morning. Brittany has a better idea though. She just holds up a bag of weed and says: "You're in Amsterdam now. We should at least do it once while we can." And who are you to argue with that logic. So you watch her roll three joints, you watch Sam and Mike both light one, you watch Rachel splutter and talk about her vocal chords, you watch Brittany pass the joint to you, you watch the joint as you inhale and you watch Brittany with her dopey smile and glassy blue eyes for the rest of the night.
Everyone is giggling, eating stale pizza and trying to make conversation. You just listen to them and enjoy Brittany's hand that's tickling your thigh. Artie is just rolling around in circles, Sam is trying to eat pizza but he keeps saying how his mouth is so dry and then proceeds to drink a glass of water with the pizza still in his mouth, Mike just thinks everyone is hilarious, Brittany is just giggling at everything he says and Rachel left already saying the smoke is bad for her future Broadway career. You just giggle and listen, sipping the glass of water Mike brought you.
All you can think about after an hour or so, is sleep. How nice it would be to just sleep, right then and there. This couch is comfortable enough to sleep, you feel drowsy enough to sleep, you might just go to sleep. And that's what you do. You pass the fuck out in the middle of Mike's room, slumped against Brittany. The last thing that slips your mind before you fall asleep is how embarrassed you'd be if you weren't so fucking stoned.
You wake up to strong arms lifting you off the floor.
"Everyone left or fell asleep. I though you wouldn't want to wake up sore tomorrow." says a still giggling Brittany. You shake your head in response, still too tired and stoned to really reply. She carries you all the way to your room, tucks you in and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead.
"Stay." You manage to mumble when she's about to leave. She giggles again and takes her jeans off. You do the same and when she comes crawling underneath your covers you feel her bare legs agains yours. You sigh contently and pass out again immediately. You don't register her wrapping her arms around you or your own body moving closer to hers.
