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If you had asked either of them before if they thought they would one day be travelling overseas to play their music at a festival that hosted a crowd in the thousands? They would have laughed and said ‘No way man.’ But neither of them were laughing now. This was as real as it could get. They were a week off from the festival still but the decision to travel early came easy. Neither had ever been outside of the usa before, and really only Pippa had a lot of experience in travelling. Courtesy of her parents dragging her to and from distant relatives houses for the holidays. Cody rarely left state, until their recent rise in popularity that is. So the chance to travel, see new things, experience new adventures. That was enough for both of them to empty their savings and hit the road. Yeah, not the most responsible adult thing for them to do - but, they never claimed to be.

“I hate planes,” Cody said, for what must have been the millionth time. “If we were meant to fly, we’d have wings, this is unnatural.”

Pippa groaned, head flung back hard into the headrest of her seat. Maybe if she did that hard enough a few more times she’d knock herself right the fuck out. It would be a welcome distraction from the discomfort of being smooshed into the window seat (Cody refused to be that close to the clouds, whatever the hell that meant) struggling to find a comfortable position between the flailing of Codys ridiculously gangly limbs and the reclined seat of the asshole in front of her. She was practically scrunched into a ball, and still every once in a while Cody would twitch and jab her with his elbows.

He wouldn’t stop moving - couldn’t maybe. He was visibly sweating despite the Ativan he had popped prior to the flight. So much for anxiety relief. His legs were continuously finding new positions to be in without his full awareness. Feet tapping out a maddening rhythm as he tried his best to distract himself from the whirling in his gut.

Pippa was lucky enough to start dozing halfway into the flight. She must have truly fallen asleep at some point because the next thing she knew she was being shaken awake by Cody, who seemed far less jittery than when they had boarded.

“How the fuck do you sleep like that?” He questioned, as she blinked blurrily up at him. Face twisted into a scowl as she watched him contort his body into a similar position to what she had been sleeping in. “Your spine must be made of gelatin.”

“Shut up,” She laughed, pushing him back as she stood. People had already started to file one by one off the plane. “Come on, I want to get some real sleep in a real bed.”

Thankfully, with a little bit of help from an actual adult in their lives - Cody’s much appreciated, and very thoughtful mother - they’d manage to get a good deal on a hotel stay. The Ambassade Hotel was even nicer than the pictures had suggested. Cody had never dreamed he would stay in such fancy digs. It was close to the airport too, which meant there was very little issue getting there and getting checked in. Once they finally got their bags up to the room he had shaken off the nervous anxiety from the flight and no longer felt as if he needed to take off in a nervous sprint.

“Jesus, I bet the room service is killer here.” Pippa said, as she dropped her bags to the floor and flopped face first onto the bed. All of the energy had drained out of her and now all she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the next twenty four hours.

Which is in fact what she did.

They didn’t really leave the hotel room for the first day. Pippa too jet lagged to function and Cody just basking in the fact that he was on solid ground. Eventually though the call to the streets hit and they both took off to see the sights. For the most part they stuck together, visiting a variety of touristy places and buying a boatload of kitschy souvenirs. Their most frequent stops were to a variety of coffee shops though, where they would sit for a while, sipping hot chocolate and indulging in other activities. And if, at night, they chose to go the route of harder partying - well, what happens in Amsterdam stays in Amsterdam.