Disneyland

SEVEN

"I'm surrounded by idiots."

- Scar, The Lion King

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[7] THE ONE DRINKING

Felicity Steele and Jay Hamptons are drinking.

Lots and lots of drinking.

At eleven at night.

Felicity is making sure that Jay gets the full Belgian experience.

(Hopefully, Tabasco mixed with Absolut Vodka counts as a Belgian thing. She sure hopes so.)

"I've drank too much," Jay mumbles to himself, preparing a snack.

Felicity is to busy arguing on the phone with Carlos about something.

"What?" Felicity groans on the phone, pressing her forehead against the cool wood of the table. "No, Carlos. Dude, hell no. That's no possible. It will never be. I am not exaggerating, Carlos. Ask Sofia yourself. I'm sure she's not going to be happy. Carlos, try something. Please. No. NO! Carlos! I didn't kiss him! We just went swimming, okay? Try and calm down. And, please, fix this thing! I do love this place! Okay, thank you."

Jay snickers from behind her, pouring himself a glass of orange juice. He rubs his eyes, before bringing the glass to his lips. "Morning shenanigans?"

Felicity nods, solemnly.

"Enlighten me."

"It's not worth it. I'm not telling you anything until it's all confirmed. I don't want to jump to conclusions," Felicity mutters, spreading butter on her toast.

They are having lunch. Breakfast and lunch are long gone, and they woke up too late. So, the both of them settled for dinner in the form of a divine breakfast.

Felicity picks at her toast, rotating it in her hands. Jay chews slowly, gulping, before taking another bite of his toast and a sip of his juice.

"It can't be that bad."

"Don't even think about it. It's not even close to bad. It's worse."

Jay chuckles, almost choking on his own food. "How so?"

"Like I said: I'll tell you once it's confirmed."

"Just tell me!"

"Jay. . ."

"Felicity."

"I'm really not looking forward to this conversation," Felicity says, hoarsely, stretching her arms. "Have I ever?"

"Point made. What are we doing today?" Jay yawns, covering his mouth.

Felicity smiles at him.

All of this seems so nonchalant. Them having lunch together in their cabin, eating their food. Felicity's tummy flutters at the thought, and she can't help but let the heat rush to her cheeks.

Absentmindedly, Felicity's fingers trace his jaw, while he munches on his meal. She tilts her head to the side and gazes at him.

Jay swallows his food, nervously, turning to look at her. Felicity cups his jaw in her hand, loving the feel of his soft skin brushing against the inside of her hand. Jay, suddenly, clears his throat. "So, what happened? Can you tell me?"

Felicity drops her hand.

Jay finally breathes again.

She sighs, looking at him. "We've been delayed until after prom."