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I am actually, truthfully, physically fucking here. And I am here because she brought me.
The second we got in, Bria wanted to buy a pair of Minnie Mouse ears. But that wasn’t all she came walking out of the store with. In the other hand, with a huge-ass grin on her face, she handed me a damn hat with Mickey Mouse ears on it. In her mind, I think she figured I’d be embarrassed. But she doesn’t know me well enough because here I am, wearing this hat with pride and not giving a fuck how dumb I look.
“A picture in front of the castle for the beautiful couple?” a photographer says, smiling at us. “I love the shirts and ears!”
I don’t correct her. And maybe that’s because, today, I don’t care if I look like I’m in a relationship. Today, I’m just hanging out with the kindest, most thoughtful chick on the planet.
We look at each other, and I throw my arm around Bria, dragging her against me. “Hell yeah. What would a visit to this place be without a picture in front of the castle?”
Snapping a few pictures of us, she scans our wristbands and tells us we can view them on the Disney app.
“They have an app,” Bria whispers in disbelief. “This. Is. Wild.”
As we thank her and walk off, Bria pulls out the map, making our plan of action. And even though it’s hot and crowded, I don’t think anything could take the stupid smile off my face.
“Best day ever?” she says, smiling at me.
I sling my arm around her shoulders, and we walk side by side. “I’d say so. You did good.”
“And guess what I just overheard when we were in line to get in,” she says, unable to hide her excitement. “LukefreakingCombs is performing in front of the castle tonight! How insane is that? It’s Luke Combs.”
“I take it, you like him?” I squint my eyes. “A lot?”
“No, you dork. I don’t like him. Ilovehim,” she squeals. “He’s…well, he’s Luke—”
“Freaking Combs?” I say, raising an eyebrow. “Your favorite singer?”
“Well, I wouldn’t say favorite because I love a lot of older music too. And if we’re talking about new singers, Morgan Wallen is right up there with Luke. Morgan is…” She fans herself. “He’s dreamy.”
“Bullshit,” I groan. “If he lived in your old hometown and worked at NAPA and his name was Joe, you’d never even give that poor motherfucker a second look.”
She looks up at me, appalled. Stomping her adorable foot on the pavement, she pokes my chest. “Yes, I would. He is downright delicious.”
“He’s scrawny.” I puff my chest up. “You’re into skinny dudes, huh?”
“You’re annoying. Morgan Wallen is the sexiest man alive. Now, shut up, and let’s go ride some rides!” she cheers. “We are burning daylight and have lots to get done.”
“Lead the way, little Wildflower.” I nudge her forward, walking close behind.
“That ride was terrifying. Never ask me to go on that shit again,” I groan. “I can’t believe I saw kids on it.”
She bursts out laughing. “It’s a Small Worldisa kids ride, you weirdo. It’s for babies even.” She pokes my stomach. “You went on Space Mountain, Thunder Mountain, TRON, and all the other adult rides, and you were fine. Yet that ride had you scared? You’re an idiot.”
I give her a serious look. “I’d go on all those other rides with my dick out, flapping in the wind during the entire thing, before I went on that fucking nightmare again.” I shake my head. “I’m going to be afraid for weeks.”
“I thought it was cute,” she says. “But guess what I read somewhere. Something that’ll creep you out even more.”
I stop walking, my eyes wide. “What? Has someone died on it? The dolls turned into Chucky and killed some poor motherfucker?”
“No, dumbass. I read that the ride never shuts down. For three hundred sixty-five days, twenty-four hours a day, that ride is going. Which means those little dolls are in there, just dancing their hearts out.” She gives me a creepy look. “Evenin the middle of the night.”
“Stop it right now,” I groan. “I need an ice cream to make me feel better.”
“I want cotton candy.” Her eyes light up, and she grabs my arm. “Ooh, also, there’s these Dole Whip things. I don’t actually know what they are, but I’ve seen YouTubers post about them, and I want to try it.”
“I have no idea what that is, but live your life, girl. I mean, you might leave here in a sugar coma, but it’s all good.” My hand starts to reach for hers, but I stop myself.
Why in the hell would I hold her hand? That’s couple shit. We aren’t a couple. We’re never going to be a couple.
