"You know, you could've told me, right? I was freaking out over there." Barney complained, throwing his hands into the air as they sped down the bridge. "But I guess some people just like watching others suffer. I mean, I have this theory that you are actually some sort of sadist, as in, you-"
Robin interrupted sharply, keeping him quiet almost right away. "You're going to fall off this motorbike if you don't shut up and put your arms around me!"
"No! That looks so weird. And your hair's in my face. Stop that." He spluttered, shaking his head to get rid of the hair that had happened to cover his entire face with the help of the strong breeze.
"Just do it!" She yelled, growing sick of his complaints.
Knowing he had been defeated, he huffed, rolling his eyes as he reluctantly putting his arms around her waist, the whole time feeling uncomfortable about the move. "Okay, okay. Whatever."
Robin clicked her tongue. "I saw that. Don't roll your eyes at me."
"You didn't even have your head turned around facing me."
"I can see it from the rear view mirror, dummy."
"Shut up and focus on driving before we both fly off the bridge, Scherpoopie."
They sped through the bridge, and Barney could spot the clock tower and the house of parliament right in front of him.
"Holy crap, that's the Big Ben! And that golden thing I don't actually know!" He craned his neck, wide-eyed, at the same time keeping his arms around her waist to keep his balance.
"Heck yeah! I know you'd love this little, speedy tour. That's the house of parliament, by the way. Recently learnt that." She grinned upon hearing the excitement in his voice. "Next up, the London eye. Watch out for it, it's close."
She turned the corner, kept driving and turned another, and soon the London eye was close in sight.
"Look!" She hollered like an ecstatic five year old as she pointed to the gigantic Ferris wheel, almost as if she were introducing to him her very own toy collection.
"This is pretty cool," Barney admitted, gaining more and more interest in the city by the second. He studied the roads, the people and the noises that were all around him. Teenagers shouting, families having fun, the buzzing sounds of all the vehicles, and that left him, once again, wide-eyed. "So different from New York."
"I know right? Oh look!" Robin pointed at the red buses casually cruising around, knowing it would be quite a big deal to him, as when she had first moved here, she was as fascinated with them as ever.
"Red buses too. I feel like Paddington Bear or something." He commented, clearly impressed.
"Okay, that's enough around here. Moving on – We're going to get some ice cream. Then we're going to see the Buckingham palace, visit Harrods and maybe the Brit museum, and do all the English stuff every tourist will ever do." She smiled, recalling the time when she had first set foot in the city and done all those things in the first few days.
"What? Can we not go to the museum? I mean, museums are boring. And probably filled with boring people too."
Still speeding along the busy streets, she rolled her eyes, about to say something, but was interrupted.
"We can get Chinese and go back to your place!" He suggested hopefully.
Robin seemed to have pondered about it for a moment, because after all, she had been to the Brit museum and she really did not think it was boring at all. In fact, she thought the mummies were just the right level of creepy and she loved that gift shop.
But then again, this was Barney's week. She wanted to make the most out of the seven days she would be spending with him, and now that he had so strongly opposed the idea of going to the museum, she thought it was only fair they fulfilled each other's requests once in a while.
Besides, if she were to go there with him, he would probably be whining the entire time, wanting to leave, and what fun would that be?
"Fine. But wherever I'm going, you're following. In simple terms, you're staying with me." Robin concluded, happy with her decision.
Barney seemed to be pleased with her decision as well, but found a way in teasing her again, as he always did.
"'You're staying with me?' Really. You're like, the only person I know well enough to sleep with and have awkward moments afterwards in this city. I'm obviously staying with you. In fact, I'm all yours for the next six days."
"Good. I was just about to say you didn't have a choice anyway." She turned around for a split second, giving him a wink.