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mrs-silmarwen.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Apr. 25th, 2004 11:35 pm)Title: Amsterdam, Chapter 4/?: Exodus.
Author: mrs_silmarwen
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Eventually NC-17, but this part is still R.
Summary: Pack your bags ladies, we're going on a trip.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I'm a dirty, filthy liar. "Groove is in the heart" belongs to Deee-light.
Feedback: If you see errors, tell me please! And tell me what you like and don't like, pretty please.
Note: All the titles of the chapters are names of ER-eppy's. They don't belong to me, either.
Chapter 1. The dance we do. “You are kidding right?” a shocked Billy asked Dom, who had just ended his conversation with Orlando on his cell. “No, we’re almost there, just a few streets more.” Dom towed his suitcase along on the little wheels. “Cause this is, uh, a kind of scary neighborhood. “ “Oh Billy, will you relax already? Those women won’t hurt you, just keep on walking. Besides, you know Orli, he always says that everybody’s got to make a living.”
Billy thought that Dom had a good point there. Still a bit anxious, he followed Dominic while the red lights were reflecting on the two men with their luggage. “So we’re almost at the hotel?” “Yeah, just look out for a street called “Warmoesstraat”. Billy repeated the name softly and almost broke his tongue doing it.
“See? We’re here. Hotel Centrum Amsterdam. I bet Orli and Lij are already planning out where we’re going tonight.” Billy looked at the front of the small hotel and nearly bumped into one of those little bloody Bordeaux-red poles that were outside the entrance-door. Dom was laughing his arse off, while Billy was cursing.
They checked in and went to their rooms. The rooms weren’t that luxurious, but they would do nicely for their three-day stay. Orlando had been here before and suggested coming down here and they all had liked that idea very much. Billy had never been to the Netherlands before, neither had Lij. Dom had kidded that it would be very like Scotland, with the awful weather and the infamous cheapskate mentality. Billy had of course kicked Dom’s ass for that comment.
Orli and Lij were in Orli’s room, checking out brochures and a map, just like Dom had predicted. When Billy and Dom entered, they were received with enthusiastic screams, hugs and headbuttings. “Want a beer?” Orlando asked. “We already did some shopping.” “Sure!” they both replied. “You really went out to a supermarket?” “Yep, and the best part: nobody came up to us! Relaxed man!” Billy snorted at that last Jamaican-like remark.
They decided to go out to dinner and after that they wound up at some student-discotheque that they had been referred to by the woman at the reception of the hotel. She had described the famous Leidse-square to them as “a touristtrap, filled with fucking loud, drunk-out-of-their-skull provincials celebrating their pathetic cliché stagnight.” She added, that, since “the gentlemen are famous, right”? That they were sure to be sorry if they would show their faces around that lot. So they graciously took her advice and avoided that particular square.
The music was pumping and the atmosphere was great. Billy was holding a beer in his hand, while he was leaning with his back on a high table. He took another sip and checked out what Dommie and Lij were doing on the dancefloor. Well, dancing like idiots of course, much to the entertainment of the girls and even some glaring boys. The DJ played almost every request, and so it could happen that the music changed from modern R&B to a song from Billy’s own teens. God, he was glad that period of his life was over. He was happier now, then he’d ever had been. He always divided songs in ones from before and after; this one was an “after-song”. He pushed the memories away; tonight was a night of fun, not about tears.
Orli went for more beer and left Billy smiling at the lyrics.
“You've got style, that's what all the girls say
Satin sheets and luxuries so fine
All your suits are custom made in London”
“Or Stockholm”, Billy thought.
“But I've got something that you'll really like”
Billy wondered how long ago he fell in love with his mate, while he glanced over the dancefloor. Seemed an awful long time ago. Had it begun in the tree? He didn’t remember. At first, he thought those butterfly causing feelings would pass and that it was just an infatuation of some kind, but no such luck. It was even getting worse and worse by the day, much to his desperation.
It was busy at the bar, so it would take a while for Orlando to come back. Billy finished his beer and went over to the floor to join the silly wankers and party like there was no tomorrow.
“Let me cover you with velvet kisses…” “If only”, Billy thought and he looked slightly unhappy. Dom immediately picked up on that by asking him if everything was okay. Billy flat out lied, displaying a big grin on his face. Once an actor, always an actor, right? Dom softly stroked his face and Billy felt his spine tingling and his cheeks flushing. He managed to produce a casual grimace.
The music switched to a Pointer-Sisters-song. Lyrics like “and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I want you” didn’t exactly help, but Billy managed to keep a straight face for the rest of the evening.
Chapter 2. Now what? The next day, they didn’t get up before midday; that damn Dutch beer had proven to be more sturdy then they took it to be. Orlando moaned and complained; the rest of the party kindly told him to shut it. He pouted a little, but finally just did the wisest he could; take a painkiller and drink lots of water.
Dom really wanted to go see the Rijksmuseum, so he went down to the reception to ask some additional information, which the woman behind the desk graciously provided to him. When Dominic was about to thank her, she said: “Good thinking of you gentlemen to go to the museum this afternoon. Especially with all the thousands of freaks clogging up the city tomorrow. Excuse the pun.” Dom was puzzled, so he asked her to elaborate. “You don’t know about Queensday then?” She giggled. “Oh my! It’s a holiday; we celebrate the birthday of our queen Beatrix. Her real birthday is on the 31st of January, but because her mother was born on that day, she dedicated it to her.” Dom laughed. “That’s odd, but funny! What about the freaks?” “Well, there are a lot of people visiting the capital from the provinces; they are even worse then the “normal” drunk-out-of-their-skull provincials that I told you about yesterday. You have been warned; it’s going to be crowded, loud and insane. Not my cup of tea. No sir-ry. Oh, and you can expect a busy city tonight as well; there are a lot of people that are going to “pre-celebrate. But the real freaks will come tomorrow.” Dom’s smile became a frown. “I’m sorry sir, but it seems it must have escaped your friends attention.”
When Dom returned to “Headquarters” as they jokingly had named Orlando’s room, he softly slapped Orlando on the back of his head, this causing the curly-haired to resume his moaning; much to the hilarity of Billy and Lij. “Ya daft wanker! Mr. I-know-everything-about-the-Netherlands!” “What?! What’s going on?” Orlando looked surprised. “Apparently, it’s a some big holiday tomorrow and Amsterdam will be flooded with insane people who will be totally annoying, so we can forget about walking around without being asked for autographs or pics!” Dom rattled. “Now what?” Orlando looked disappointed. “Guys, really, I had no idea!” He lifted his hands up in an apologetic manner. Dom rolled his eyes, but he stopped when he heard Elijah’s idea to take a “fieldtrip” tomorrow. He smiled. “Good idea, Lij! Seems we at least got one person with brains around here…” he said, while he winked at Orlando.
Billy hadn’t said anything, cause he was mesmerized by Dom’s appearance, damning the eyes of the object of his affection.
Chapter 3. Where there's smoke. The museum had been fantastic; they all had enjoyed the paintings. Curiously enough, people had respected their privacy; so no posing for pictures for once. Being anonymous was a rare thing, these days.
Orlando was downstairs; busy checking things out for their fieldtrip, he felt responsible. Billy was making a grocery-list at “HQ”, cause they probably would leave before the supermarket would open, escaping from the invading, orange troops.
When Billy and Lij returned from the shop, they found Dom and Orlando laughing their asses off at some weird techno-video where two posh ladies in pearls where smacking the bottoms of random people that where lying on their laps. Dom neighed like an idiot and Orli had tears in his eyes from laughter. “Oh my God! You’re acting like you’re stoned or something!” Lij giggled. Orlando was wiping the tears from his eyes, still snickering at the screen. “You know, that wouldn’t even be such a bad idea…” “What wouldn’t?” “You know, getting high.” Elijah grinned.
The coffeeshop they chose, had a friendly atmosphere, not at all like Elijah had imagined. He and Orlando where studying a sign that listed all the pre-rolled joints and their prices. “Which ones should we take? There are so many different varieties…” “Maybe I can help you out.” The owner quickly pinched his jolly eyes and opened them again. “Newbies?” “Yes sir”, Orlando replied politely.
“Ich bin mal gespannt.” Dom was examining the joints, sniffing at one. “Not yet, Dommie. We’re going out for dinner first.” Billy smiled at Dom’s enthusiasm. Dom acting like a child in a candy-store. He was so silly. And so sexy. Billy tried to get that thought out of his head, but didn’t succeed. Mainly because he didn’t want it to.
They dined at an excellent Chinese restaurant, where the only downer had been the awful bloody “mood-enhancing” music. But that didn’t stop them from having a great time; joking around with the waiter and playing the fool.
When they walked to the hotel, they noticed several people sitting on the pavements that were marked with lines made with chalk. To their sides there were carts that were covered with ground sheets. In the carts? They had no idea. Weird little people.
The owner of the coffeeshop had advised to smoke only half a joint a person, cause neither of them had done it before. Elijah took out his lighter and clipped it open. The way he lit it betrayed that he smoked frequently. He cautiously inhaled and gave his joint to Orlando. Then he gave his lighter to Dom; he and Billy were sharing the other one. Dom drew a little bit bolder then Lij had done, but managed to refrain from coughing anyway. The air was filling with a sweet scent and bluey smoke. Billy looked at Dom’s lips and repressed the strong urge to lick them. Even the way that man exhaled was hot.
After a while of smoking, Billy slowly began to feel pleasantly light in his head and smiled. Dom turned the telly on in search for more idiot videos. Instead, he found an oldie of A-Ha. Apparently, he liked it enough to leave it on.
“There's no end to the lengths I'll go to…”
“Isn’t there?” Billy wondered silently. He took another draw. He heard his blood rushing in his ears and it was just like everything looked a bit different tonight.
“Do you know what it means to love you... “
Guess not. He looked at Dom, who was staring intense at the flickering screen. Orlando and Lij were having an attack of the giggles.
“Hungry for you,
Watch me tearing myself to pieces,
Hunting high and low...”
The lyrics were becoming too much for him and so he handed his joint to Dom, who was now stroking the screen with his index finger. “Here Dom, I’m going to bed, you finish the rest, m’kay?” Dom looked up slowly and took a draw. “You’re leaving me?” he asked. Billy’s eyes widened for just a second. Then he resumed to his normal expression. Well, at least what he thought was his normal expression, as he looked stoned, clearly. “Early day tomorrow. Hey, Orlando?” The giggling stopped. “How early do you want to have us ready tomorrow-morning?” “We’ll be leaving at six.” Hearing this, Elijah almost choked in his smoke. Orlando laughed. “Chicks can’t hold their smoke!”
Billy was in bed for only a few minutes, when the connecting door slowly opened. “Billy…” Dom whispered. “Are you asleep yet?” “No, what’s up?” No instant reply; instead Dom walked over in his boxers to his bed and climbed in. “Got room for one more?” Surprise overwhelmed Billy. “Yeah, but…” “Good, I’m feeling a bit lonely tonight.” Dom’s voice sounded a little deeper then usual. “Sleep tight.” Billy felt an arm clinging round his waist and felt confused, staring into the night until his green eyes finally closed.
Chapter 4. Exodus.
Noise. Piercing, penetrating noise. Fucking, unbelievable noise. What the hell was going on? Billy lifted his sleepy head with annoyance. It seemed to come from outside. He gently pushed a still sleeping Dom’s arm from his waist, got out of bed and walked to the window. When he shoved the curtain out of the way and opened the window to look outside, he noticed two black, man-sized speakers that were blurting out heavy-base Techno. In front of it were five young people that were wearing orange clothes from top till bottom doing a little dance. Billy had seen a lot of weird things in his life, but he thought that this was definitely worth a spot in his top ten. Especially-he glanced on his watch- since it was only ten past five in the morning.
He turned to his bed and noticed Dominic had returned to his own room.
They all sat downstairs to have breakfast, meaning a cup of tea (coffee for Elijah) and Dutch rusk with young cheese. “Say Orlando, you still haven’t told us what we’re going to do today. Please don’t tell me we’re going on a fieldtrip to the mills, tulips and wooden clogs!” Dom jawed. “Oh, keep your pants on, missy! No such thing, but I can assure you it’s gonna kick ass.” Orlando smiled self-assured. Dom looked puzzled; so did Elijah. Billy on the other hand, was distracted; he couldn’t help thinking about what happened last night. Or, to be more precise; what didn’t happen last night. “Why the hell had Dom climbed into his bed and what had been up with that arm?” “Earth to Billy! Hey! Are you even awake?” Billy startled. “God Billy! What’s the matter with you? Come on, we’re going!” Billy pulled himself together and followed the others outside.
The sun was already burning, although it was yet only the last day of April. “Well, gentlemen, you’re extremely lucky. We don’t often get weather like that. Hope you brought your sunglasses.” The woman of the reception –whose name turned out to be Maria- looked content. “Here they are, Mr. Bloom, just as requested.” She pointed to four, shining white bikes. Dom and Lij’s jaws almost dropped to the floor when they realised what their friend had cooked. Orlando’s grin widened. ”Excellent.” “Now, who hasn’t ridden a bike before?” Maria asked. When she didn’t get an immediate answer, she said: “Okay, well then it shouldn’t be a problem riding them. But remember to double-lock them at all time; there are hundreds of junkies out there that are just waiting to get their filthy hands on them.” She began a demonstration “how-to-lock-your-bike-so-it-won’t-get-snatched-from-underneath-you” and the boys were looking in awe at her swift movements.
Luckily, the bikes didn’t have a bar they could fall on and that was a great relieve, since they all hadn’t ridden a bike since they were children. Cycling along, they got an answer to the mystery of the weird little people they saw on the pavements the night before. On the ground sheets there were hundreds of knick-knacks and the most bizarre, old objects that were being sold: lampshades, puzzles, clothes, books, toys, furniture… You name it, it was for sale. It looked like those people had completely emptied out their attics. Despite to the early hour, there already were lots of orange-clothed people looking for cheap bargains.
Orlando was leading the way and the rest had no idea where they were going. They were pressing him for information, but he wouldn’t give any. After a while, they just gave up; Orlando was notorious for his stubbornness, so they knew he wouldn’t tell anyway.
They avoided the tram-rails, just like Maria told them too; just last year there had been a tourist run over who had got stuck in the rails with his bike. Sadly, he hadn’t survived.
Orlando’s route led them outside the city, over cycle-paths that were flanked with loads of trees. The sun was climbing, warming their skin. They occasionally stopped for Elijah’s smoke-break, which they didn’t mind at all; their bums weren’t used to biking like the Dutch do.
“Funny”, Billy thought, “how just one event can change your life completely; if I hadn’t got that part in the trilogy, I wouldn’t be here now… enjoying the landscape, the weather, the company of friends, Dom’s firm ass on that saddle in front of me… No wait! I don’t want to think that! Stop it, stop it, just stóp it! Oh, great, now I can’t think about anything else! Think about something else… hmmm, what about those rabbits I see playing there… cute, innocent rabbits… sweet fluffy rabbits… that are on top of each other… what? Nóóóó! They are shagging each other’s brains out! Stupid, slutty rabbits! Now I can’t think of anything else than shagging Dom! Argh!” Billy thought he was getting insane, so he started talking to Elijah, who was cycling next to him, to distract his bewildered mind.
After about two and a half hour, Orlando announced that they were reaching their destiny. “About sodding time, Orli! I thought we were never gonna get of these damned bikes.” “Oh, just shut it, will ya? Bunch of freaking sissy’s!” There was some funny bitching over and forth before they really reached their goal: the beach of Bloemendaal at sea.
“A day at the beach…” Elijah sighed content. He loved the beach, the ocean, the salty smell of the wind, hell, even the seagulls.
Padlocking the bikes like Maria had told them to, proved to be more difficult then they thought, but they managed anyway. Orlando led them to what looked like a sort of wooden boulevard. To the right, where all sorts of beachclubs, with names like: “Tropen aan zee, de Kust, Lido Bloemendaal, Republiek, Strandclub Solaris, de Zomer”… One even more prestigious than the other, those perfect white buildings with perfect public wearing perfect fashion on their perfect boobs and abs, listening to perfect lounge-music, drinking perfect colorful cocktails that were brought to them to perfect waiters in perfect polo’s and stylish three-quarter pants.
“Was this really the way that Orlando wanted to spend the day? Hanging around plastic people that were showing off their latest expensive cell-phones to each other?” Billy dreaded the prospect. Instead of sitting down somewhere, Orlando kept on walking, followed by his friends. Suddenly, they saw something that didn’t resemble all the other clubs. It was a collection of buildings that mostly were made out of unfinished, dark wood. No reclining-chairs, fancy pansy cocktails or lounge-music here. Instead, there were old couches and big old chairs standing in the sand. On it, were smiling people that looked like they had grabbed whatever clothing out of their closets that had been first at hand. There was a DJ there that just put on “Groove is in the heart”. In front of his turntable, were some dirty-faced little kids dancing. There were a couple of girls leaning against a red painted shed, making out.
“Gentlemen, welcome to “Woodstock”.
Author: mrs_silmarwen
Pairing: BB/DM
Rating: Eventually NC-17, but this part is still R.
Summary: Pack your bags ladies, we're going on a trip.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I'm a dirty, filthy liar. "Groove is in the heart" belongs to Deee-light.
Feedback: If you see errors, tell me please! And tell me what you like and don't like, pretty please.
Note: All the titles of the chapters are names of ER-eppy's. They don't belong to me, either.
Chapter 1. The dance we do. “You are kidding right?” a shocked Billy asked Dom, who had just ended his conversation with Orlando on his cell. “No, we’re almost there, just a few streets more.” Dom towed his suitcase along on the little wheels. “Cause this is, uh, a kind of scary neighborhood. “ “Oh Billy, will you relax already? Those women won’t hurt you, just keep on walking. Besides, you know Orli, he always says that everybody’s got to make a living.”
Billy thought that Dom had a good point there. Still a bit anxious, he followed Dominic while the red lights were reflecting on the two men with their luggage. “So we’re almost at the hotel?” “Yeah, just look out for a street called “Warmoesstraat”. Billy repeated the name softly and almost broke his tongue doing it.
“See? We’re here. Hotel Centrum Amsterdam. I bet Orli and Lij are already planning out where we’re going tonight.” Billy looked at the front of the small hotel and nearly bumped into one of those little bloody Bordeaux-red poles that were outside the entrance-door. Dom was laughing his arse off, while Billy was cursing.
They checked in and went to their rooms. The rooms weren’t that luxurious, but they would do nicely for their three-day stay. Orlando had been here before and suggested coming down here and they all had liked that idea very much. Billy had never been to the Netherlands before, neither had Lij. Dom had kidded that it would be very like Scotland, with the awful weather and the infamous cheapskate mentality. Billy had of course kicked Dom’s ass for that comment.
Orli and Lij were in Orli’s room, checking out brochures and a map, just like Dom had predicted. When Billy and Dom entered, they were received with enthusiastic screams, hugs and headbuttings. “Want a beer?” Orlando asked. “We already did some shopping.” “Sure!” they both replied. “You really went out to a supermarket?” “Yep, and the best part: nobody came up to us! Relaxed man!” Billy snorted at that last Jamaican-like remark.
They decided to go out to dinner and after that they wound up at some student-discotheque that they had been referred to by the woman at the reception of the hotel. She had described the famous Leidse-square to them as “a touristtrap, filled with fucking loud, drunk-out-of-their-skull provincials celebrating their pathetic cliché stagnight.” She added, that, since “the gentlemen are famous, right”? That they were sure to be sorry if they would show their faces around that lot. So they graciously took her advice and avoided that particular square.
The music was pumping and the atmosphere was great. Billy was holding a beer in his hand, while he was leaning with his back on a high table. He took another sip and checked out what Dommie and Lij were doing on the dancefloor. Well, dancing like idiots of course, much to the entertainment of the girls and even some glaring boys. The DJ played almost every request, and so it could happen that the music changed from modern R&B to a song from Billy’s own teens. God, he was glad that period of his life was over. He was happier now, then he’d ever had been. He always divided songs in ones from before and after; this one was an “after-song”. He pushed the memories away; tonight was a night of fun, not about tears.
Orli went for more beer and left Billy smiling at the lyrics.
“You've got style, that's what all the girls say
Satin sheets and luxuries so fine
All your suits are custom made in London”
“Or Stockholm”, Billy thought.
“But I've got something that you'll really like”
Billy wondered how long ago he fell in love with his mate, while he glanced over the dancefloor. Seemed an awful long time ago. Had it begun in the tree? He didn’t remember. At first, he thought those butterfly causing feelings would pass and that it was just an infatuation of some kind, but no such luck. It was even getting worse and worse by the day, much to his desperation.
It was busy at the bar, so it would take a while for Orlando to come back. Billy finished his beer and went over to the floor to join the silly wankers and party like there was no tomorrow.
“Let me cover you with velvet kisses…” “If only”, Billy thought and he looked slightly unhappy. Dom immediately picked up on that by asking him if everything was okay. Billy flat out lied, displaying a big grin on his face. Once an actor, always an actor, right? Dom softly stroked his face and Billy felt his spine tingling and his cheeks flushing. He managed to produce a casual grimace.
The music switched to a Pointer-Sisters-song. Lyrics like “and I know, I know, I know, I know, I know I want you” didn’t exactly help, but Billy managed to keep a straight face for the rest of the evening.
Chapter 2. Now what? The next day, they didn’t get up before midday; that damn Dutch beer had proven to be more sturdy then they took it to be. Orlando moaned and complained; the rest of the party kindly told him to shut it. He pouted a little, but finally just did the wisest he could; take a painkiller and drink lots of water.
Dom really wanted to go see the Rijksmuseum, so he went down to the reception to ask some additional information, which the woman behind the desk graciously provided to him. When Dominic was about to thank her, she said: “Good thinking of you gentlemen to go to the museum this afternoon. Especially with all the thousands of freaks clogging up the city tomorrow. Excuse the pun.” Dom was puzzled, so he asked her to elaborate. “You don’t know about Queensday then?” She giggled. “Oh my! It’s a holiday; we celebrate the birthday of our queen Beatrix. Her real birthday is on the 31st of January, but because her mother was born on that day, she dedicated it to her.” Dom laughed. “That’s odd, but funny! What about the freaks?” “Well, there are a lot of people visiting the capital from the provinces; they are even worse then the “normal” drunk-out-of-their-skull provincials that I told you about yesterday. You have been warned; it’s going to be crowded, loud and insane. Not my cup of tea. No sir-ry. Oh, and you can expect a busy city tonight as well; there are a lot of people that are going to “pre-celebrate. But the real freaks will come tomorrow.” Dom’s smile became a frown. “I’m sorry sir, but it seems it must have escaped your friends attention.”
When Dom returned to “Headquarters” as they jokingly had named Orlando’s room, he softly slapped Orlando on the back of his head, this causing the curly-haired to resume his moaning; much to the hilarity of Billy and Lij. “Ya daft wanker! Mr. I-know-everything-about-the-Netherlands!” “What?! What’s going on?” Orlando looked surprised. “Apparently, it’s a some big holiday tomorrow and Amsterdam will be flooded with insane people who will be totally annoying, so we can forget about walking around without being asked for autographs or pics!” Dom rattled. “Now what?” Orlando looked disappointed. “Guys, really, I had no idea!” He lifted his hands up in an apologetic manner. Dom rolled his eyes, but he stopped when he heard Elijah’s idea to take a “fieldtrip” tomorrow. He smiled. “Good idea, Lij! Seems we at least got one person with brains around here…” he said, while he winked at Orlando.
Billy hadn’t said anything, cause he was mesmerized by Dom’s appearance, damning the eyes of the object of his affection.
Chapter 3. Where there's smoke. The museum had been fantastic; they all had enjoyed the paintings. Curiously enough, people had respected their privacy; so no posing for pictures for once. Being anonymous was a rare thing, these days.
Orlando was downstairs; busy checking things out for their fieldtrip, he felt responsible. Billy was making a grocery-list at “HQ”, cause they probably would leave before the supermarket would open, escaping from the invading, orange troops.
When Billy and Lij returned from the shop, they found Dom and Orlando laughing their asses off at some weird techno-video where two posh ladies in pearls where smacking the bottoms of random people that where lying on their laps. Dom neighed like an idiot and Orli had tears in his eyes from laughter. “Oh my God! You’re acting like you’re stoned or something!” Lij giggled. Orlando was wiping the tears from his eyes, still snickering at the screen. “You know, that wouldn’t even be such a bad idea…” “What wouldn’t?” “You know, getting high.” Elijah grinned.
The coffeeshop they chose, had a friendly atmosphere, not at all like Elijah had imagined. He and Orlando where studying a sign that listed all the pre-rolled joints and their prices. “Which ones should we take? There are so many different varieties…” “Maybe I can help you out.” The owner quickly pinched his jolly eyes and opened them again. “Newbies?” “Yes sir”, Orlando replied politely.
“Ich bin mal gespannt.” Dom was examining the joints, sniffing at one. “Not yet, Dommie. We’re going out for dinner first.” Billy smiled at Dom’s enthusiasm. Dom acting like a child in a candy-store. He was so silly. And so sexy. Billy tried to get that thought out of his head, but didn’t succeed. Mainly because he didn’t want it to.
They dined at an excellent Chinese restaurant, where the only downer had been the awful bloody “mood-enhancing” music. But that didn’t stop them from having a great time; joking around with the waiter and playing the fool.
When they walked to the hotel, they noticed several people sitting on the pavements that were marked with lines made with chalk. To their sides there were carts that were covered with ground sheets. In the carts? They had no idea. Weird little people.
The owner of the coffeeshop had advised to smoke only half a joint a person, cause neither of them had done it before. Elijah took out his lighter and clipped it open. The way he lit it betrayed that he smoked frequently. He cautiously inhaled and gave his joint to Orlando. Then he gave his lighter to Dom; he and Billy were sharing the other one. Dom drew a little bit bolder then Lij had done, but managed to refrain from coughing anyway. The air was filling with a sweet scent and bluey smoke. Billy looked at Dom’s lips and repressed the strong urge to lick them. Even the way that man exhaled was hot.
After a while of smoking, Billy slowly began to feel pleasantly light in his head and smiled. Dom turned the telly on in search for more idiot videos. Instead, he found an oldie of A-Ha. Apparently, he liked it enough to leave it on.
“There's no end to the lengths I'll go to…”
“Isn’t there?” Billy wondered silently. He took another draw. He heard his blood rushing in his ears and it was just like everything looked a bit different tonight.
“Do you know what it means to love you... “
Guess not. He looked at Dom, who was staring intense at the flickering screen. Orlando and Lij were having an attack of the giggles.
“Hungry for you,
Watch me tearing myself to pieces,
Hunting high and low...”
The lyrics were becoming too much for him and so he handed his joint to Dom, who was now stroking the screen with his index finger. “Here Dom, I’m going to bed, you finish the rest, m’kay?” Dom looked up slowly and took a draw. “You’re leaving me?” he asked. Billy’s eyes widened for just a second. Then he resumed to his normal expression. Well, at least what he thought was his normal expression, as he looked stoned, clearly. “Early day tomorrow. Hey, Orlando?” The giggling stopped. “How early do you want to have us ready tomorrow-morning?” “We’ll be leaving at six.” Hearing this, Elijah almost choked in his smoke. Orlando laughed. “Chicks can’t hold their smoke!”
Billy was in bed for only a few minutes, when the connecting door slowly opened. “Billy…” Dom whispered. “Are you asleep yet?” “No, what’s up?” No instant reply; instead Dom walked over in his boxers to his bed and climbed in. “Got room for one more?” Surprise overwhelmed Billy. “Yeah, but…” “Good, I’m feeling a bit lonely tonight.” Dom’s voice sounded a little deeper then usual. “Sleep tight.” Billy felt an arm clinging round his waist and felt confused, staring into the night until his green eyes finally closed.
Chapter 4. Exodus.
Noise. Piercing, penetrating noise. Fucking, unbelievable noise. What the hell was going on? Billy lifted his sleepy head with annoyance. It seemed to come from outside. He gently pushed a still sleeping Dom’s arm from his waist, got out of bed and walked to the window. When he shoved the curtain out of the way and opened the window to look outside, he noticed two black, man-sized speakers that were blurting out heavy-base Techno. In front of it were five young people that were wearing orange clothes from top till bottom doing a little dance. Billy had seen a lot of weird things in his life, but he thought that this was definitely worth a spot in his top ten. Especially-he glanced on his watch- since it was only ten past five in the morning.
He turned to his bed and noticed Dominic had returned to his own room.
They all sat downstairs to have breakfast, meaning a cup of tea (coffee for Elijah) and Dutch rusk with young cheese. “Say Orlando, you still haven’t told us what we’re going to do today. Please don’t tell me we’re going on a fieldtrip to the mills, tulips and wooden clogs!” Dom jawed. “Oh, keep your pants on, missy! No such thing, but I can assure you it’s gonna kick ass.” Orlando smiled self-assured. Dom looked puzzled; so did Elijah. Billy on the other hand, was distracted; he couldn’t help thinking about what happened last night. Or, to be more precise; what didn’t happen last night. “Why the hell had Dom climbed into his bed and what had been up with that arm?” “Earth to Billy! Hey! Are you even awake?” Billy startled. “God Billy! What’s the matter with you? Come on, we’re going!” Billy pulled himself together and followed the others outside.
The sun was already burning, although it was yet only the last day of April. “Well, gentlemen, you’re extremely lucky. We don’t often get weather like that. Hope you brought your sunglasses.” The woman of the reception –whose name turned out to be Maria- looked content. “Here they are, Mr. Bloom, just as requested.” She pointed to four, shining white bikes. Dom and Lij’s jaws almost dropped to the floor when they realised what their friend had cooked. Orlando’s grin widened. ”Excellent.” “Now, who hasn’t ridden a bike before?” Maria asked. When she didn’t get an immediate answer, she said: “Okay, well then it shouldn’t be a problem riding them. But remember to double-lock them at all time; there are hundreds of junkies out there that are just waiting to get their filthy hands on them.” She began a demonstration “how-to-lock-your-bike-so-it-won’t-get-snatched-from-underneath-you” and the boys were looking in awe at her swift movements.
Luckily, the bikes didn’t have a bar they could fall on and that was a great relieve, since they all hadn’t ridden a bike since they were children. Cycling along, they got an answer to the mystery of the weird little people they saw on the pavements the night before. On the ground sheets there were hundreds of knick-knacks and the most bizarre, old objects that were being sold: lampshades, puzzles, clothes, books, toys, furniture… You name it, it was for sale. It looked like those people had completely emptied out their attics. Despite to the early hour, there already were lots of orange-clothed people looking for cheap bargains.
Orlando was leading the way and the rest had no idea where they were going. They were pressing him for information, but he wouldn’t give any. After a while, they just gave up; Orlando was notorious for his stubbornness, so they knew he wouldn’t tell anyway.
They avoided the tram-rails, just like Maria told them too; just last year there had been a tourist run over who had got stuck in the rails with his bike. Sadly, he hadn’t survived.
Orlando’s route led them outside the city, over cycle-paths that were flanked with loads of trees. The sun was climbing, warming their skin. They occasionally stopped for Elijah’s smoke-break, which they didn’t mind at all; their bums weren’t used to biking like the Dutch do.
“Funny”, Billy thought, “how just one event can change your life completely; if I hadn’t got that part in the trilogy, I wouldn’t be here now… enjoying the landscape, the weather, the company of friends, Dom’s firm ass on that saddle in front of me… No wait! I don’t want to think that! Stop it, stop it, just stóp it! Oh, great, now I can’t think about anything else! Think about something else… hmmm, what about those rabbits I see playing there… cute, innocent rabbits… sweet fluffy rabbits… that are on top of each other… what? Nóóóó! They are shagging each other’s brains out! Stupid, slutty rabbits! Now I can’t think of anything else than shagging Dom! Argh!” Billy thought he was getting insane, so he started talking to Elijah, who was cycling next to him, to distract his bewildered mind.
After about two and a half hour, Orlando announced that they were reaching their destiny. “About sodding time, Orli! I thought we were never gonna get of these damned bikes.” “Oh, just shut it, will ya? Bunch of freaking sissy’s!” There was some funny bitching over and forth before they really reached their goal: the beach of Bloemendaal at sea.
“A day at the beach…” Elijah sighed content. He loved the beach, the ocean, the salty smell of the wind, hell, even the seagulls.
Padlocking the bikes like Maria had told them to, proved to be more difficult then they thought, but they managed anyway. Orlando led them to what looked like a sort of wooden boulevard. To the right, where all sorts of beachclubs, with names like: “Tropen aan zee, de Kust, Lido Bloemendaal, Republiek, Strandclub Solaris, de Zomer”… One even more prestigious than the other, those perfect white buildings with perfect public wearing perfect fashion on their perfect boobs and abs, listening to perfect lounge-music, drinking perfect colorful cocktails that were brought to them to perfect waiters in perfect polo’s and stylish three-quarter pants.
“Was this really the way that Orlando wanted to spend the day? Hanging around plastic people that were showing off their latest expensive cell-phones to each other?” Billy dreaded the prospect. Instead of sitting down somewhere, Orlando kept on walking, followed by his friends. Suddenly, they saw something that didn’t resemble all the other clubs. It was a collection of buildings that mostly were made out of unfinished, dark wood. No reclining-chairs, fancy pansy cocktails or lounge-music here. Instead, there were old couches and big old chairs standing in the sand. On it, were smiling people that looked like they had grabbed whatever clothing out of their closets that had been first at hand. There was a DJ there that just put on “Groove is in the heart”. In front of his turntable, were some dirty-faced little kids dancing. There were a couple of girls leaning against a red painted shed, making out.
“Gentlemen, welcome to “Woodstock”.
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“Funny”, Billy thought, “how just one event can change your life completely; if I hadn’t got that part in the trilogy, I wouldn’t be here now… enjoying the landscape, the weather, the company of friends, Dom’s firm ass on that saddle in front of me… No wait! I don’t want to think that! Stop it, stop it, just stóp it! Oh, great, now I can’t think about anything else! Think about something else… hmmm, what about those rabbits I see playing there… cute, innocent rabbits… sweet fluffy rabbits… that are on top of each other… what? Nóóóó! They are shagging each other’s brains out! Stupid, slutty rabbits! Now I can’t think of anything else than shagging Dom! Argh!” Billy thought he was getting insane, so he started talking to Elijah, who was cycling next to him, to distract his bewildered mind.
So funny.
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You kinda need a beta for some of the spelling and grammar... but the story is extraordinary!
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Well, who wants to become my Monaboyd-beta?