dreams, fairytales, fantasies.

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

Santa Clara, California. April 1, 10:28 P.M.

"bro the gold striker's drop was crazyyyy!" chrisean says with her mouth full.

i love chrisean but i don't wanna see that.

"it wasn't that high though." i add, crossing my arms. the ride that we're talking about isn't scary at all it was just something light.

zendaya replys to me, "yes it was! that shit was hella high bro!"

"it's the ride made of wood right?" i ask and she nods. "yeah like i said it wasn't that high! its the fucking ride right next to the drop tower-"

"noooooo! it's the one right next to log ride. you talkin' bout the grizzly, we talkin' bout the gold striker." she cuts me off.

"ohhhhhhhh." i say in realization. damn i was thinking of the wrong one, well to be fair they're both made of wood.

"i didn't get to go on that one, i'll get on before we leave."

right now we're sitting down on some benches to take a break from all the rides, and some of us are eating a quick snack.

chrisean chuckles, "the grizzly was weak as fuck. gold striker was lowkey scary not gon' lie, 'cause that shit was mad fast."

zendaya adds on, "yo the demon was crazy fucking fast though. scotty and gio were screaming like some little bitches the whole time." she laughs.

"that shit was fucking scary, i shoulda never let yall convince me to get on that shit." scotty defends herself.

"yo! real shit, that fucking ride did not have me strapped down right. thats why i was so scared cause i swear i was gon fall out that mothafucka!" gio elaborates.

"oh yeah, thats totally why you were screaming 'IM GONNA PISS MYSELF!', when yall got to the loops." ella mocks.

gio starts to yell at ella, "nigga you weren't even on the demon, you can't be talking!"

"nigga 'cause i got sick after getting on the patriot!" she yells back.

"nigga that weak ass ride!"

"nigga yo weak ass ego!" we all OOOOO at her comeback.

gio smacks her lips and sits her ass down. she acts like a kid throwing a temper tantrum. that should humble her for a little bit.

"that girl looks like you, andi." alyssa says motioning with her head at the girl sitting on the bench across from us, whose on her phone.

"is it 'cause im mexican?" i reply sarcastically.

chrisean burps, "nah she do look like you lowkey."

i turn to gio, suddenly feeling a little bold. "say i won't."

"you won't." she responds.

"you won't what?" kiana asks right as i get up and start to walk over to the girl. "wait where are you going?"

"excuse me?" i say and the girl looks up at me from her phone. "my bad, but my friend said you look like me and lowkey i kinda see it. what's your name?"