Tickets To Neverland

Chapter 6: Tarzan's Fans and Waffle Sticks

"I can't believe you won!" Connor said in disbelief, "I got like a 5 minute head start!"

"Don't feel bad, Tarzan. Not many people can be on the same level as me. What the heck, people already find it difficult to be 10 levels below me." I teased him, standing on the booth to pat his head. I grin to myself thinking back to the very fond memory.

Right after I ran away from Jace, I saw Chip and Dale riding a golf cart peacefully which they probably stole from the storage garage. Actually the were more like a screaming mess, who didn't have their hands on the wheel at all. They put their hands in the air like it was a dang roller coaster but who cares? It's not like they need a license. Anyways, I quickly ran to them but I wasn't fast enough so I looked around and found rock pebbles.

I scooped a handful up and started throwing them in their direction yelling, "Stop the car! Stop the car!" Now, I'm not that great when it comes to running, but I can aim pretty accurately if I tried. The golf cart screeched to a halt which gave me time to jog over to Chip and Dale. I pushed the two out of the cart and pushed down the pedal all the while  waving my hand back to them as a goodbye. I'm not that mean! It's only polite!

On my way to the restaurant, I drove past a sweaty Connor running and... I turned my head to an angle.... kind of crawling on the sidewalk who looks like he's about to faint from how red he was. I can't believe he's sprinting two miles just to win this bet. Ahhh, what he doesn't know, won't hurt him.

"What?!" Connor screeched.

I jolted back into reality. "What?" I asked him, "Are the cars not here? Are the shakes?"

"No, but your loyalty isn't. I can't believe you cheated and let me suffer! Unbelievable" he whined while we sat down in a booth next to the window and picked up our menus.

"Oh that" I nodded my head wisely, "You're welcome."

"For what you monster?"

"For giving you an opportunity of course." I saw Connor giving me a blank look so I rolled my eyes and explained, "You see, you play the role of Tarzan. Tarzan is loved by all and the character is pretty much popular in all categories. Kids love you because duh, little boys want to act like animals and little girls think it's silly. Teens either want the abs or fan girl about the fact that Harry Styles looks like Tarzan, therefore you are Harry Styles. Cougars want someone young and built, not flabby and wrinkly, that's what their husbands are for. You have a reputation to uphold and I'm helping you sustain it. So, in the end, I'm rewarded with a free meal for my hard work as a trainer, and I guess you can eat too." I shrug.

"I guess that's true. Thank you for looking out for me."

"No problem. It's part of who I am."

"Dude, don't fall into that chick's game." The guy said in the booth behind us, "She just made you sprint two miles for two meals that you have to end up paying!" emphasizing on the word two.

"Damn it! You're right!" Connor shook his head and glared at me. We had a quick stare down until he gave up and looked away.

I shook my fists in the air in triumph, "You're welcome again."

"Welcome to the fanciest restaurant in Disney. I hope you feel special missy. I don't take girls out here often considering it's pretty fancy." Connor grinned, quickly recovering from the intense conversation we just had.

"Really? Flo V8 café?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"Yes, now shut up and order."

I stuck my tongue out, then looked at the person who'll take our order. The guy was around 5 feet 10 and kind of pale. I think he's new around here. He has slicked back hair that was so greasy, he puts a fast food restaurant to shame. He looked a bit stuck up and obnoxious seeing as just five minutes ago, he broke a little girl's crayons, stomping them on the floor. Why? Because all she wanted was a new color. And who wouldn't? These crayons are plain and boring.