Disneyland

EIGHT

"Today's special moments are tomorrow's memories."

- Genie, Aladdin

• • •

[8] THE ONE WITH THE NOTEBOOK

"What's taking them so long?" Felicity Steele and Jay Hamptons hear Carlos Van Heusen ask, in a whiny voice.

Felicity softly giggles, as she peeks through Jay's slightly ajar door.

She turns to Jay, pressing her finger hardly to her lips. Jay covers his mouth, pulling Felicity to him.

Felicity still smells of booze.

Jay doesn't understand how she got it all over herself, since she was drinking straight out of a bottle.

"I think they fell asleep," they hear Eloise suggest. A few yes' can be heard, followed by the door shutting close, loudly.

Felicity turns around. She bites down on her bottom lip, pulling Jay close to her.

Felicity Steele's drunk stages are repeating themselves now.

"Jay," she hoarsely whispers, roughly putting his hands on her waist. She jumps, wrapping her legs around his torso, pushing him against a wall in the room they were supposed to exit.

"Felicity," Jay mumbles, as Felicity pulls his lips down to hers. With their lips ghostly brushing against each other, Felicity moans. She needs to get all of the tension she has.

Felicity hasn't kissed somebody in a long time. Being drunk and having a hot guy pressed against her at this very important is the perfect opportunity to change that. Felicity wants to release herself, adjust herself to what love feels like.

Without doubt, Felicity Steele knows she has a floating crush on Jay Hamptons. The idea is there, but isn't concrete. She doesn't know if she actually likes him, or she is just attracted to him.

Jay grabs her legs, forcing them onto the floor.

Jay steps back to pull away, but Felicity roughly pulls him to herself, again, making him stumble. As he trips, he places his hands on either side of her head, his head burying itself in her neck.

Felicity looks down at his shoulder, her hands pressed against the wall by her sides.

"You're damn horny, Felicity," Jay mutters, not moving.

Felicity nods, curling a hand under his arm, to rest on his shoulder. She hitches a leg onto his torso, balancing on one foot. One hand grips his bicep, the other at his jaw.

"Felicity, you're drunk," Jay states the obvious.

"Am not," Felicity giggles, denying the fact that she already knows.

A gush of wind prickles Felicity naked arm, as the door opens quickly.

"Oh my god!" Sofia screams.

Jay turns his head to face Sofia, shock on his face. He gulps.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Felicity swallows, but then makes a sound of fake pleasure. With the leg wrapped around his torso, she brings it down to his butt, pushing his bum with her foot. Repeatedly.