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Prompt: A small diary entry after Mitch's magical time at Disney World. (Hey, inspiration comes from real life experiences. I came home from Hollywood Studios to 20K. Thank you so much❤️)

Setting: AU Same Personalities

Words: 1087
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Dear diary,

Hi, it's me, Mitch again. I'm sure you already knew that; you're my diary.

Documenting things has never been my specialty, and being a twenty-four year old man, I'm not prone to doodle in a book I'll end up loosing in less than five months. Last time I tried journaling, it was for a diet, and I'm certain if I found it, it would seem like I only ate two meals in an entire month. But it's important to remember things, I guess, and today is definitely a day I want to remember.

I went to my first- well second- amusement park. Surrounded by all of the people I love. I spent SO much money on shit I'm never gonna use, but I honestly don't regret a thing.

Magic Kingdom, they call it. Disney World. It was exactly what they said it would be; the most magical place on earth.

Me and my friends– Scott, Kirstie, Kevin, Trisha, and Allison– traveled all over the different lands. We rode the Peter Pan ride first. That's where we almost got stuck. It was pretty fucking cool to see Tink. Kirstie was dressed as her today, and looked almost like she belonged there.

After that, we grabbed a bite at sleepy hollow. There it was just me, Kirst, Scott, and Kevo. Trish and Allison went to Main Street to do something else, I don't know what. They were a pain in the ass about a lot of things today, but that's really not the point.

They ate a bunch of fried gluten, and I ate a nice fruit salad. After that, we went over to Tomorrowland. First thing we did was ride some lame tour cars, but the view was great and we got a sneak peek of the inside of space mountain. Kevin was screaming about riding it the entire time. I wouldn't be going with them, though. Not the type to bring myself a panic attack on a platter.

Then, we did the Carousel of Progress. Then, Little Mermaid. We sang a bit in those caverns, and we sounded amazing- of course.

Kirst and I met Ariel, and she was precious. Kirst squealed about her the entire way to Big Thunder, which we rode with absolutely no fear. I'm not the best with rollercoasters, but I held Scott's hand the entire time. He was complaining about how tight my grip was, but he was the one who made me get on the ride in the first place.

Speaking of the blonde bitch, Scott's been acting so much more cuddly throughout this entire trip. Paying for things that he knows I'm capable of paying for, carrying my bag, giving up his portable to charge my phone, doing that weird thing in the lines where you hug someone from behind and don't let go until you reach the ride- that's only the half of it.

Anyways, it all changed after Haunted Mansion. Which, I will say, was the best experience ever, courtesy of one man.

Avi.

Damn.

The entire group was all together again, and our fast passes made our wait fairly short. Entering into the entrance chamber for the ride, we were escorted by the deepest bass I've ever heard. Avi was the name on his tag, and he kept a haunting tone present in his voice the entire time we were in his presence. Didn't even crack a smile.

They cut the lights for a couple seconds in the room to scare you, but what was the best part was when the lights came back on, Daddy Bass was standing right behind me.

"This way, please." He simply extended two fingers and pointed at the opening doors. I almost had a heart attack- half from his sudden appearance, and half from his voice.

I swear it shot right through me.

Kirstin asked him a couple questions before we left the chamber to see if he would crack. He didn't, but I learned that he can sing and his name is Avriel and I think I'm infatuated.

The absolute cherry on top was the fact that we met eyes before the door closed with him inside, and he winked at me. Winked at me.

Scott didn't like this very much.

He had his arm around me the entire ride, and whenever I'd gush about Avi, I'd get a lecture on how I barely knew him and we'd talked for less than five minutes. Like I don't know? I'm not gonna jump him or anything, though I wouldn't mind him jumping me, but it's not going to happen!

He stayed in that mood for a bit, then he beat me in Buzz, and his ego took over. An hour afterwards, and he's still hanging the fact that I couldn't figure out the controls over my head.

Such an ego-maniac. But, I love him. And, I think he loves me.

It's complicated.

As a diary, I'm supposed to admit stuff to you that I can't to others, right?

Well, do I like him? I don't know.

Do I constantly talk about other boys in attempt to make him jealous? Possessive?

Get uncomfortable every time he does something too romantic because it makes me feel things?

Annoy him enough to get a reaction? Do crazy things to see when he cares enough to stop me?

The answer to every question is yes. Except the first. I genuinely don't know. Like, we're sisters, but I feel all warm and fuzzy when he kisses my cheek and calls me queen. Fucking Bubbly by Colbie Caillat might as well be playing in the background. It's fucking disgusting. We're disgusting. It's like PDA based friendship.

I'm just desperate. Maybe I just like the idea of him. Having him as a boyfriend. Sounds like a dream, but if it actually happened, I'd regret it, wouldn't I? I know myself well enough; commitment is still a dodgy area. I don't want to loose him.

I guess I'll just wait for Avi to sweep me off my feet. Hopefully I don't have to wait too long. That boy is sexy beyond belief.

Signed,
Mitch

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based on a true story
his name was Matthew
not avriel
goodness gracious I miss him already
thanks for 20(.7)K, my loves
-kam❤️