For the rest of the walk to the flea market, Sydney walked with Abigail, both keeping their distance from Ben and Riley. Abigail had legitimate reason as to why she wasn't talking to Ben. She was angry at him. Sydney on the other hand, was bothered by the news that Riley shared with her. You made out with me. You made out with me. Those words replayed over and over again in her head, as she walked with Abigail.
"Abigail being pissed off I get, but Syndey? What did you do?" Ben asked, as they walked a few feet behind the girls.
"I told her the truth about last night," Riley said, as they turned down the cobblestoned street.
"About you and her?" he asked, and Riley nodded.
Ben looked at Riley, "Well, what did she say?" he asked, curious.
Riley sighed, "She gave me this look. It was like she was being choked or something, then well... you saw it Ben! She quickly ran away to Abigail and she's probably telling her what happened as we speak," he said.
But Riley was wrong. Syndey and Abigail were not talking about Sydney and Riley's problem. Instead, Sydney allowed Abigail to whine and complain about Ben.
"I just don't get it sometimes! He always has to say something stupid, to piss me off!" she ranted, as Sydney walked, thinking of other things.
"Sometimes I wonder if us being together is a good idea. I mean, our relationship started under the worst circumstances, but.." Abigail said, glancing over at Sydney.
Sydney shrugged, "You know how men are," she said, as they reached the flea market.
Abigail frowned, knowing that something was going on, and made a mental note to ask Syndey later that night.
"Okay, the guy was somewhere over there," Sydney said, pointing towards the left.
They walked and weaved through the crowds, ignoring the calls and begs from the sellers around them. Sydney looked around, trying to spot the familiar stand, where she had purchased the necklace. Looking past the stand of pots and vases, she saw the old man in the dark maroon shirt and white linen pants.
"Ben! Riley! Over there!' she shouted, as she took Abigail by the hand so they wouldn't get lost in the crowd.
Ben and Riley met up with them seconds later, and they started towards the stand.
"Does anyone speak Italian?" Riley asked, as they walked.
Abigail shook her head, but Ben nodded. "I know some, do you Sydney?" he asked, looking down at the petite brunette.
She nodded and they made their way over to the old man and his jewlery stand. After several minutes, they thanked the man, and walked back over Riley and Abigail, who stood underneath the shade.
"Well?" Abigail asked, as they stood before them.
"He said the necklace was given to him by a woman. She told him that she found in another flea market," said Ben, as Sydney fixed her shoe.
"So, where is this other flea market?" Riley asked, using his hand to block out the sun.
"It's in Greece," Sydeny said, shaking the rocks out of her shoe.
"What part of Greece?" Abigail asked, as Sydney slipped her shoe back on.
"Mikonos," Ben said, as they started walking towards the exit of the flea market.
"So, we have to fly to Greece and hunt down this other flea market?" Riley asked, as they walked.
"Yes, Riley. We do," said Ben, as Riley groaned.
The rest of the walk to the hotel was a quiet one, as the girls walked further ahead from the boys. Once they returned to the room, Ben and Riley played around on the laptop, trying to get a direct flight to Greece, while Abigail and Sydney got ready for dinner. As Sydney dug through her bag, Abigail sat down on the edge of the bed.
"So, what did Riley do to make you so annoyed at him?" she asked, as Sydney pulled out a pair of white shorts.
"Nothing," she said, as she stripped off her jeans and pulled the shorts on.
Abigail began to look through Sydney's bag, not wanting to get her own clothes and sighed, "You know Riley more than I do, but I know him well enough that he can annoy the sanity out of people," she said.
Syndey pulled a light blue tank top on and sat down, "Remember what he said today? About you and me?" she asked, as Abigail pulled on a Sydney's white summer dress.
She nodded, tying the strings around her neck. "What about it?" she asked.
"He lied, I didn't make out with you," Sydney said as she pulled on her silver flip flops.
"What! He lied!?" Abigail shouted, as Sydney nodded.
Abigail shook her head, "What else did he say?' she asked, sitting back down.
Sydney looked down at the makeup bag she was holding and sighed, "I made out with Riley," she said, softly.
"Oh..." Abigail said, nodding.
Syndey walked into the bathroom and began to fix her hair, "But whatever, it was a one time thing. I just wish he didn't make up some silly lie," she said, pushing her hair back with a headband.
Abigail nodded, tossing the clothes back into the suitcase, "Yeah, I'm sure," she muttered, so that Sydney couldn't hear.