Chapter 17: Mr. and Mrs. Mickey Mouse

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Chapter 17: Mr. and Mrs. Mickey Mouse

“Please don’t hate me,” Eli said, wincing slightly.

            I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Why would I hate you?”

            “Because of our date…”       

            “I love our dates.”

            “I don’t know if you’ll love this one…”

            “What is it?”

            He held up to two tickets. I peered closer. “We’re going to…”

            “Disneyworld!”

            I…we…Disneyworld? I shook my head. “I can’t go there, Eli. Not after what happened to my dad.”

            “I want to share something that I love with you.”

            “I can’t,” I whispered, shifting my gaze down to the sidewalk.

            He lifted my chin and cupped my face. “You have bad memories of Disneyworld, right? That’s why you don’t want to go there?” I nodded. “Then let’s go and make memories. Good memories.”

            “I don’t know, Eli…”

            “Please? These weren’t cheap.”

            That was true…and I didn’t want to let them go to waste. I feel like Disneyworld is a good rip off. I plastered on a fake smile. “Okay, let’s go.”

           

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            “Eli, can we pull over? I really need to use the little girl’s room.”

            He pulled over onto the shoulder. “You could probably go behind that tree. I promise I won’t look.”

            “I meant to a rest stop or something.”

            “Oh,” Eli said dumbly, driving back onto the road. “You should’ve specified it.”

            “I thought it was common sense.”

            “I’m kidding, Ash.”

            “I know, and it would’ve been funny if my bladder wasn’t threatening to burst any second now.”

            “Oops, sorry. I’ll speed to the nearest stop.”

            “Just don’t get us killed.”

            Two minutes and a continuous uncomfortable potty dance later, I ran into the building, almost squashing myself against the glass door. I raced into the first stall and relieved myself. After washing my hands, I found Eli feeding the vending machine.

            “What are you getting now?”

            “Food for the trip.”

            “We only have like an hour to go. Can’t you wait?”

            “Nope, I want my Doritos now.”

            I looked at him degradingly. “You like Doritos.”

            “Much better than Cheetos, wouldn’t you agree?”

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