Song: "Heart Attack" - AOA

DisneyWorld in Pajamas - "Oh, hell no"
Word Count: 1196
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"Admit it, this is one of my better ideas," I say confidently. "I feel like everyone is staring at us," Mario said, being paranoid. "You say that as if it's a bad thing," I reply to him, enjoying the attention.

We moved up in line and I handed the security guy my small bag. Once he checks it, I move forward and walk further into the park. "We're in," Mario says, as if we just snuck in. I laugh at his small joke. Here we are. Magic Kingdom. DisneyWorld. In our pajamas.

Why, you may ask. Well, in order to explain we would have to go back three hours earlier. Mario and I had just finished day three of Playlist Live the day before, and had an extra day left in Orlando. I was sitting in my hotel room, scrolling through my social medias, waiting for, basically, anything to happen. And then something did.

The doorbell rang. I went up to answer it, finding an excited Mario on the other side of the door. "Do you want to go to Magic Kingdom?" He asked. "Yes," I said without any second thoughts. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door with Mario, locking it behind me.

Then about an half hour later, Mario and I were grabbing some breakfast. "So who else is still here?" I asked him. "Besides you and me, no one," he answered. "What about Ariel and Weston?" I questioned. "They went home," he said before taking a mouthful of his food.

"Ari?" I asked. "Home," he said. "Kylee?" "Home." "Goons?" "Home." "Zach?" He finished swallowing a bite. "He has an event in LA," he clarified. "What about Cat and your parents?" I finally asked. "They went home too," he said.

"Wow, they seriously left you here by yourself," I said, impressed. "I'm eighteen. I can take care of myself," he said confidently. "I beg to differ. Your mess of a hotel room would say otherwise," I said with a playful smirk, "Good luck getting all that ready for tomorrow."

"Hey, my flight leaves at noon. I'll have plenty of time," he said. "Yeah, sure," I said sarcastically. "Whatever," he said, rolling his eyes playfully.

An hour went by and we were standing in front of a random plaza. Mario was on his phone buying the tickets while I took a peek at all the shops. I kept adjusting and readjusting my jeans. Why out of all the clothes I packed I had picked the most dysfunctional tank top and the most uncomfortable pair of jeans?

"I cannot go to DisneyWorld like this!" I exclaimed to Mario, dramatically. He looked up from his phone and gave me an annoyed look. "We are literally at a shopping center. Why don't you get some more comfortable clothes?"

I, grudgingly, accepted his advice and tried to find a more comfortable outfit. Mario just followed me around. I had gone through multiple stores before something had caught my attention In the pajama section at one store.

I quickly rushed over to the outfit and held it in my hands. Mario gave me a skeptical look, but because he knows me so well, this isn't actually that weird for him. It wasn't until I found a matching outfit in the men's section that he shook his head. "Oh, hell no," he said.

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Mario said on the Uber ride to Magic Kingdom. "I can," I stated happily, fixing my hair. "We look ridiculous," he states, gesturing towards his Mickey Mouse pajamas and my Minnie Mouse pajamas. "Speak for yourself. I look cute," I said. I took out my phone and put it on the front facing camera to see myself.

Which brings us back to now. Magic Kingdom. DisneyWorld. In pajamas. "What do you want to do first?" He asks me. "It's a small world," I say excitedly, "and then Dumbo the flying elephant!" He chuckles. "Wow, Disney really brings out the inner kid in you," he says with smile. "I know, lets go," I say, impatiently.

We rushed into a lot of lines, making jokes during the wait. Mario continuously made Snapchats, and wrote tweets about everything he was doing. Some part of me was upset, because I thought he wasn't able to enjoy himself being here while updating his supporters on everything.

I can understand, though. He just wants to appease his supporters. It was one of the qualities I admired most about him. How he could care so much about people he doesn't know.

"Want to get some ice cream?" He ask, gesturing towards the closest food cart. I nodded my head and followed him over there. We ordered, receiving our ice cream shortly after along with a bunch of napkins.

We sat at the edge of one of the plants and ate. "Buying pajamas AND ice cream, wow that AdSense money must be on the rise," I joke. "I don't have that much money," he states.

"Okay Mr. I get brand deals with Nike, Mr. I must always have the newest iPhone, Mr. I travel to and from Los Angeles every other week," I stop when he interrupts me. "Okay, okay. I get it," he says in between bites of his ice cream.

"You make me seem so greedy," he says, done with his food. "Well, I'm not saying you're not," I say with a laugh. Mario smiles at me. "You're a mess," he says, grabbing a napkin and starts wiping around my mouth.

We went on more rides. Took some pictures for Instagram. We walked passed some shops. I kept walking forward but Mario grabbed my arm to stop me from going any further.

"I don't think our outfits are complete yet," he says, looking from me to one of the shops. I just stare at him blankly. "Come on," he says while dragging me inside. There were a few rows of Mickey Mouse ears.

We tried on a few but couldn't pick for ourselves. "Which one do you think for me?" I ask him. He looks at the options and picks out one of the ones I had liked when I tried it on. "This one," he tells me, picking it up to try to put it on me. It was a little lopsided so I fixed it.

"And for me?" He asks me. I looked at all of them carefully. Finally I choose a more classic one. "That one," I say pointing at it. "It's going to mess up my hair," he whines. "Oh my god, just shut up and put it on," I say as I chuckle.

We wore the ears the entire rest of the day, even during the firework show. We were standing with the giant crowd in front of the Cinderella castle. Mario wrapped an arm around me to take a picture. I smiled at his phone.

He posts it on Instagram and a thought comes to my brain. "You think that will be on Messy Monday later?" I question. "Probably," he says, with a smile.

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