Where The Magic Begins | c.s.

one

"It's just a picture, Kaye," he said, dragging an unwilling dark haired girl to the gazebo where a small queue of people await to take their own picture.

Disney, who had taken a substantial amount of photograph with the mascots and princesses of Disneyland, was only missing Sleeping Beauty's picture. He hadn't expected to see her the very same day, but lo and behold, there she was: gold of sunshine in her hair and lips that shame the red, red rose.

He just simply wasn't going to let KC get in the way of taking a picture with her!

"Disney!" KC exclaimed, trying to grapple her arm away from the boy's vice like grip. "Let me go or I swear, I'll kick you where you'll never be able to father my children again!"

Disney snorted, and a few bystanders turned to look. Even Sleeping Beauty chanced a glance their way! "I've never fathered your children, Kaye. You're acting ridiculous."

KC groaned. "If you wanted a picture with her so bad, you can go by yourself, thank you very much!" She tried, in vain, to once again free herself from Disney's unrelenting hold. "Why must I be here so bad?"

"You're going to take my picture, of course," he announced. "God forbid this people actually take decent pictures. Remember that last time I..."

KC rolled her eyes and stopped struggling, pulling herself upright so she could instead follow Disney to the back of the queue. "Sometimes, you make me question what my job is in your life: am I your girlfriend or your half-arsed assistant?"

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Billie loves children.

And had he been a child, she would've warranted his incessant plea to get his picture taken with her. As it is, Disney was not a kid. He was a nineteen year old, hormonal boy with a girlfriend trailing after them like a dog snapping picture after picture trying to get a good angle.

True, she had been hoping to witness some sort of action or drama while she was on duty, but she didn't expect herself to be involved in it! What were the chances that the most interesting event ever to happen to her in Disneyland would come in the form of a boyfriend wanting to take a picture with her Disney character to the point of harassment?

(Well, not really.)

"I'm sorry, sir," Chester said, holding up a hand to shelter Billie from getting ambushed by said boy. "But as I said, we've cut the queue and would not be entertaining anymore customers. The princess needs to rest."

Shuffling. "Yes, I understand that," the boy said, "but I'm just one customer. I just want a picture with her and all she has to do is smile."

Billie rolled her eyes. Oh yes, that's all what we princesses do. Smile.

"It would not be fair to the other customers," Chester argued, still trying to prevent Disney from getting any closer to her. "If you would just wait for the next photo session then you will not have to tire yourself."

Disney snorted, apparently unperturbed. "I'm not tired. Do I look like I'm tired? I just want a picture with her. Please, if you could just let me, I'll stop—"

"Disney! Disney!"

For a moment, all sound seemed to cease except for the name "Disney" being called out again and again. All four of them—Chester, Billie, Disney and KC—turned around to the source of the noise; sighting a little girl throttling down the pavement waving her little arms.

Billie saw that she sported the brightest shade of red hair she has ever seen, as well as a bright pink romper with gladiator sandals that fit her small, running feet. If it wasn't for her skinny physique and the oxygen tank she was lugging along behind her, Billie would've never thought she was sick.

"Meg!" Disney exclaimed, running towards the little girl to meet her halfway, the thought of a picture with Sleeping Beauty momentarily forgotten. "Careful, you're gonna hurt yourself."

KC followed suit, bending a little bit to pick up Meg's oxygen tank as Disney lifted her in his arms.

"Is that Sleeping Beauty?" Meg asked, pointing at Billie with her stubby little fingers and a grin so wide Billie thought she was going to faint. It was one of those Agnes moments where the sentiment, 'It's so fluffy. I'm going to die!' just seems to fit the scene. "Are you taking a picture with her? Can I get one too?"

Disney rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly. "Well, they're not letting customers get her picture taken right now, sweetie," he said, soothingly, and Billie saw Meg's countenance start to fall. "But the nice mister said we're going to see her again in the next photo session, so we can take a picture with her then, yeah?"

Just within her line of vision, Billie saw Chester turn red. Like her, his Achilles' heel were kids and while he did not fall for acts made by cute boyfriends with girlfriends, he couldn't resist a cute boy who actually knew his way around the young ones.

"Well, um—you see..." Chester tried to find the words to explain why he could not allow anymore customers to get their picture taken with Sleeping Beauty. However, there was just no excuse when said customer was a little girl plugged to an oxygen tank, willing it to sustain what little life was left in her. And so, with an apologetic expression directed at Billie who did not understand what it was for, he said, "...if it's for the little girl, why not?"