"I'm moving to Spain," I said, as I stretched back on my beach towel, basking under the warm Barcelona sun.

We had landed at the Barcelona Airport about three days prior. Immediately after stepping foot inside the large, luxurious airport, we fell in love with the city. We had landed around midday, so the sun was shining, welcoming us with its friendly warmth.

"This place is amazing," Derek agreed.

"Hot chicks, great food, beaches everywhere. I could get used to this city," Chase said.

"Two of those three things that you just mentioned are in California," Alyssa pointed out.

"Which two?" Chase asked.

"Hot girls and beaches everywhere," Alyssa answered.

"Nah, the girls in California are just all right. The girls here, though, are freaking gorgeous," Chase said.

"We're Cali girls," I pointed out.

"Point proven," he replied, smirking at me from behind his aviators. I grabbed a handful of sand and threw it at him. He chuckled and brushed it off his toned, tanned abs, making sure to sprinkle some on my bare stomach.

"You're such a jerk," I said.

"But you still love me," he replied.

"Barely," I mumbled.

"Holy crap, guys. I don't know why the hell you're sitting over here. The water's amazing," Eli said, coming up to us. I felt my cheeks flush when I looked up at him. His body was dripping wet and glistening in the sunlight. His skin was slightly tanned due to being out in the sun all day for the past three days. He quite literally looked like a Greek god of sorts.

"We're trying to tan!" Alyssa said.

"You've been tanning ever since we got here!" he said, taking a seat next to us on the sand.

"I wish the water had some waves here. I really want to go surfing," Derek said.

"I want to learn how to surf," I said, off-handedly.

"We'll teach you when we get back to Cali," Chase said.

"You mean Derek and I will teach her. You can't surf for shit," Eli said. Chase proceeded to punch him in the arm, making him chuckle and roll his eyes. He reached over and picked up his drink, taking a large swig. After a few more hours of lounging around on the beach, we decided to actually go do something. We headed back to our beautiful hotel to shower and change.

"So where are we headed?" Chase asked.

"Let's go to the Picasso Museum," I said. The boys groaned.

"That's so boring," Derek said.

"Hey! Picasso was an amazing artist. I want to his artwork," I said.

"You can see his artwork on the internet," Eli said.

"It's not the same," Alyssa chimed in. I smiled at her gratefully.

"Exactly," I said.

"How about we split up? You two go to the museum and we'll go check out the Nou Camp Stadium," Chase suggested. I pouted.

"But I want to see the stadium, too!" I exclaimed.

"You are such a wannabe soccer fan," Derek rolled his eyes.

"Why don't you guys just come with us? Why are you making such a big deal?" Alyssa asked.

"Because we don't want to walk around looking at art for four hours," Chase said.

"It won't be four hours," I said.

"Let's make a compromise. We'll go to the museum for two hours and then go to the stadium," Eli said. I frowned.

"What if it doesn't take two hours?" I asked.

"Too bad," he replied.

"Ugh, fine. Deal," I said. Chase grumbled in agreement and we walked out of the hotel, flagging down a taxi to take us to the museum.

Although the boys would never admit it, they had fun looking at all of the paintings in the Picasso Museum. It was really a challenge trying to figure out what the abstract artist was painting in his paintings. Sometimes, when we gave up trying to decipher the abstract prints, we just decided to make up our own interpretations, which were usually dramatically incorrect, but hilarious. We continuously burst into laughter as we whispered things into each other's ears, causing us to receive several dirty looks from people that were there to actually appreciate the artwork.

We ended up getting through the museum in two hours, just as planned. After we walked back out, the sun was starting to set. We hitched a ride in another taxi cab and made our way to the next destination: the Nou Camp Stadium.

"Wouldn't it be awesome if we ran into an FC Barcelona player here?" Chase asked.

"I'm a Real Madrid fan, so I wouldn't care," Eli replied.

"So am I, but a famous soccer player is a famous soccer player," Chase said.

"Is there a game tonight?" I asked.

"No, I checked. Unless they're practicing or something, the stadium should be empty," Derek replied.

"Darn," I said.

We got out at the stadium. I felt my jaw open a little as I gazed up at the enormous stadium before me.

"Apparently, this is one of the biggest soccer stadiums in the world," Alyssa said, scrolling on her phone. Leave to Alyssa to be reading up on the stadium on her phone.

"Let's get a picture!" Chase exclaimed, bounding forward. We followed after him and asked a friendly looking (and non-threatening) pedestrian to take a picture of the five of us.

"Keep your eye on him. Make sure he doesn't run away with the camera," Chase whispered in my ear. I laughed just in time for the camera to go off. The man took two more, just in case, and then handed us the camera back.

"Gracias!" I said to him with a smile. We flipped through the pictures quickly to make sure they came out right. Then, we proceeded to walk around the stadium, ogling at it's enormity and perfection.

We stayed at the stadium for about an hour before deciding we were hungry. We searched for good places to eat and decided to try our luck with Catalan food. We found a place that was rumored to be really popular and have delicious food and then got a taxi driver to take us there.

At dinner, we decided to call Brooke.

"What time is it in America?" Chase asked.

"9 hours. It's 9 right now. So it's 12 in California," Eli said, checking his phone.

"Perfect. Then she'll be awake," Alyssa said, dialing her number. We waited impatiently for Brooke to answer. When we did, we all greeted her at once.

"Woah! Calm down guys!" she exclaimed. We turned the volume down slightly, although it wasn't like we were disturbing anyone with the phone call. The place was so noisy we could barely hear each other.

"Hey, Brooke!" I exclaimed.

"Hey! Oh my God! You look hot!" Brooke said. I grinned.

"We've been at the beach for the past few days," I said.

"So have I, but I guess the Spain sun has been better than the Cali one," she replied.

"Whatever, Brookie. You look hot all the time," Alyssa said. Brooke smirked.

"This is true," she said. "So what have you guys been up to? How's Spain so far?" she asked.

"Amazing. I wish I could live here," Derek said.

"Yeah? What'd you guys do all day?" she asked.

"We went to the beach, then the Picasso Museum and the stadium," Eli answered.

"When are you guys going to Madrid?" she asked.

"Tomorrow," Chase replied.

"Madrid is going to be fun," she said with a sigh. We exchanged glances and then changed the subject, asking her what she did all day.

"Well, I woke up about an hour ago. But there's not really anything to do here. Yesterday I went to the beach during the day. Debbie's still in town for some reason, so I hung out with her at the mall. She wanted to go out last night, but I told her I couldn't," she told us.

"Well, that's really good for you, Brooke! You're being strong about this, which is really great," Alyssa said.

"It sucks, though, because I have nothing else to do," she said.

"Have you started on any of those projects that you said you were going to do?" I asked.

"I tried making those paper lanterns. They turned out pretty nice, actually. I'm going to hang them up in the backyard," she replied.

"Well, at least that's something," Chase said.

"Nothing compared to what you guys are doing," she pouted.

We all frowned, not really knowing what to say. Whenever Brooke got upset like this, we would all get really quiet. There was no denying that we were having an amazing time in Europe. We couldn't even down-play how much fun we were having, because she would know we were lying. No one backpacks across Europe and says that it's just 'all right'.

"It'll be okay," Derek said, breaking the silence. She still looked sad, but tried mustering up a smile.

"Where are you guys right now?" she asked.

"Some Catalan restaurant," Chase answered. "Seafood," he added, wrinkling his nose slightly. Brooke snickered. She knew how much Chase hated seafood.

"How is it?" she asked.

"We'll let you know once the food gets here. This place is packed," Eli said.

"Speaking of which..." Derek said, looking up at the waiter that was heading our way with the food.

"Food's here?" she asked. We nodded. She sighed. "Well, I'll let you guys eat in peace. Call me when you're in Madrid," she said.

"Aye, aye, Captain," Alyssa said, saluting her. She rolled her eyes and waved before bidding us good-bye. After we hung up, we looked at the food in front of us.

"Oh, man. I'm getting fat tonight," I said.

The others laughed and we delved in.

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"I didn't think boys could be this good looking," Alyssa said as yet another very attractive male walked by us.

We were in Madrid now, for the day. We would catch a train back to Barcelona at night time. It was still early in the morning, about 9 am. We had the entire day ahead of us to do whatever we wanted. But first thing was first: we had to get breakfast.

We were currently sitting outside a cafe in a busy town in Madrid. There were seats inside, but we preferred to be outdoors. While we sat and munched on different tapas--a Spanish snack-type food--we people watched.

"Umm, have you seen me?" Chase asked cockily. I threw a peanut at his face. It bounced off and landed in his lap.

"The girls here are pretty hot, too," Derek said as a group of giggling girls walked by wearing mini-skirts.

"Those girls look like they're 16," Eli said. Alyssa and I laughed and Derek grumbled to himself.

"What's the plan for the day?" Chase asked.

"I don't know about you guys, but I really want a flamenco dance lesson," Alyssa said.

"Oh! Me too!" I exclaimed.

"No way. We are not going to spend the day taking a dance class," Derek said, his eyes widening in disgust.

"It won't be the whole day! It'll just be for like an hour or two. We're in the city that created flamenco! Come on!" I said.

"Actually, Andalucia is where flamenco originated," Eli corrected. I rolled my eyes at him.

"If you think about it, the dance instructors are bound to be hot. I mean, you have to move pretty fluidly to dance flamenco," Chase pointed out. We looked at him, our eyebrows raised. "What?" he asked.

"You have no idea how gay you sounded just now," Eli said. Chase simply shrugged.

"I took Spanish all throughout high school and into college. I think I've had my share of Spanish culture," he defended.

"So you'll come?" I asked. He nodded.

"Yay!" Alyssa and I cheered.

About thirty minutes later, we walked into a dance studio that had just opened.

"Hola!" I said cheerfully, walking up to the receptionist, who was a pretty woman with flowing dark hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"Hola," she said, eyeing us curiously. It was obvious that we weren't Spanish. None of us looked even remotely Spanish; we all looked like typical Americans.

"We were wondering if you could teach us how to flamenco?" I asked.

"Ustedes son de los Estados?" the woman asked.

"Si. Son de los Estados," Chase replied, smirking at her.

"Ah. Si," she said, nodding. "You know, I speak English," she said. We all laughed, feeling the tension ebb away. We had no idea how we were going to communicate with this woman if she only spoke Spanish. Chase's Spanish wasn't completely reliable because, well, because he was Chase.

"So you want to learn flamenco?" she asked.

"Si," Alyssa said excitedly.

"Well, flamenco is a difficult dance. How long do you have?" she asked.

"An hour and a half," Derek responded before any of us could say anything. The woman raised her eyebrows.

"Well, let's get started then," she said.

"Do you have any of those dresses?" Alyssa asked giddily.

"Ah, yes. In the back," the woman said. Alyssa clapped.

"Can we put them on?" she asked.

"I am not dressing up," Derek said.

"Who said I was talking about you?" Alyssa replied.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back after the woman. She handed us both dresses: one green and one hot pink. Alyssa took the pink one. We shimmied into the dresses, which were incredibly poofy and overbearing, but fun nonetheless. We walked back out and took a picture together looking in the mirror of the dance studio.

"So what's your name?" Chase asked the woman, smiling flirtily at her.

"Isobella," she replied with a smile.

"Isobella," Chase repeated, testing the name on his tongue. He had his flirty face on. We all shook our heads at him.

"Ok, ready to begin?" Isobella asked.

"Si, si!" Alyssa said.

For the next hour and a half, Isobella tried to teach us how to flamenco. Alyssa and I got the hang of it eventually, and so did Chase, surprisingly. Eli and Derek called it quits after thirty minutes and sat on chairs off to the side for the remainder of the time. At the end of the session, we thanked Isobella and paid her before leaving.

"All I'm saying is, is that a guy should not be able to move like that," Derek said. The boys were teasing Chase about knowing how to flamenco.

"If you guys were half as smart as me, you would know that I only did it to impress Isobella," Chase said. "And guess what came out of it?" he asked.

"What?" Eli asked.

"I got her number. I'm meeting her for drinks later tonight," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh my God! You hit on our dance instructor!" Alyssa cried.

"Our hot dance instructor. I've never made out with a Spanish woman before," Chase said. I smacked him in the arm and he yelped. "What?!" he cried.

"You're never going to win Brooke's heart if you go around making out with foreign women," I said.

"Well, do you see Brooke around?" he snapped. "No? I didn't think so," he said.

"You're an ass," I said.

"I'm just trying to take in the full experience," he replied.

"Still an ass," I said.

"Ok, break it up, you two," Eli said. We both grumbled in response before crossing our arms over our chests. "What are we doing now?" Eli asked.

"Let's go shopping," Alyssa suggested.

"I'm down for that. We might be able to get cheap jerseys from here," Derek said. Finally agreeing on something, we set out to find a taxi to take us to the nearest shopping plaza.

At the end of the day, a few hours before we were due to head back to Barcelona, we hit up one of the Madrid night clubs. The scene was similar to that in Portugal and America. The only difference was that it was Spanish club music and people dressed a lot more fashionably than any club we had ever been to.

Chase had called up Isobella and found her waiting at the bar. We all greeted her before deciding to split up and enjoy ourselves. Chase remained at the bar, chatting Isobella up, smirking and flirting with her in a way that annoyed me.

I wove my way into the center of a mass of dancing bodies and almost immediately, a very attractive man came up to me, asking me if he could dance with me in Spanish. I answered back in English so that he knew that I was American, but this turned out to be a mistake. After dancing for almost two hours, a slow song came on and the guy put his hands around my waist. I put my arms around his neck and at first, I was enjoying myself, just swaying to the music.

I looked around for the others, spotting Alyssa sitting by the table, giggling about something some guy said to her. Chase and Isobella were now on the dance floor. It seemed like Chase was whispering things into Isobella's ear and she was fighting the urge to smile. He really was a charmer and it seemed like Isobella was the type to play hard to get.

I turned my attention back to the guy who I had been dancing with for the entire night. I realized that I still had no idea what his name was. I was about to ask him, when his hands moved from my waist to my lower back, as he pulled me closer, closing the distance between us. He leaned his head down and began kissing my neck. Although it was pleasureable, I didn't like it. I tried pushing him away, but his position remained firm. I struggled for a bit longer before another pair of arms pulled me away from the guy.

"Mind if I step in?" Eli asked, placing his arm around me protectively. I couldn't help but smile in gratitude. The guy gave Eli a sour look before walking away to the bar, where he prompty began hitting up another single lady. "What a douche," Eli said, his gaze stony as he glared in the guy's direction.

"Thanks for saving me," I said. He looked down at me and smiled.

"I wasn't going to let him get anywhere with you," he said to me. I felt my face flush slightly and my heart skip a beat. "Let me do this the way he should have done it," he said. He walked a slight distance away before coming back towards. "Hey! What's a pretty girl like you dancing here alone?" he asked. I laughed.

"There's just such a lacking of a single partner anywhere," I said, sighing dramatically.

"Well, I think I can help in that department," he replied, smirking at me. I laughed and so did he. He stepped forward and placed his hands on my waist. I put my arms around his neck and rested my head on his shoulder.

"Tired?" he asked. I nodded.

"I don't think Chase is, though," I said.

"He will once he finds out he can't take her back with him," he said. I looked up at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Isobella's engaged," he replied.

"What?!" I exclaimed loudly. A couple that was dancing slowly next to us glared at us.

"I saw her slip the ring into her bag. I'm guessing she's going through a rough patch in the relationship," Eli told me.

"Wow. Chase would hit on an engaged woman," I said. He chuckled.

"At least now we'll be able to tell him we told him so," he said.

"And we love doing that," I replied, grinning.

And we did. At the end of the night, all Chase had managed to do was dance with Isobella. He didn't even get a kiss. We roared with laughter after seeing his face once we told him she was engaged.

"God damnit. I have the worst luck," he mumbled on our way back to Barcelona.

"That's why you should just stick with Brooke," I said.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever," he grumbled. 

But we knew that he would.

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A/N: Thanks for all your support, everyone! Your comments on the last chapter were really sweet. I write for you guys, so don't you worry about me giving up on this story.  I said I would finish and I plan on it.

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