Dinglehoppers

Thirty - Epilogue

30. Disneyitus isn't about loving Disney. It's about loving the things that make you feel whole. End this with something inspiring. With something loving. End this how you want to end it, because that's what matters.

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             "My problem isn't that my favorite characters aren't real.

                                                  It's that I'm not fictional.

                  I don't want them to be real... What I desperately wish,

                                    is that I could be fictional with them.

                                  It's not that I want them here with me,

         in this mundane and ordinary world. It's that I want to join 

                                                                      them,

                                              in their extraordinary one."

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"Are you joking or something? Are you completely serious?" Ellie asked as she rubbed her hand against her forehead in awe.

"I kid you not. I have good reasons to believe it." Lionel answered with all seriousness.

Ellie gaped her mouth, and then after a few seconds punched her boyfriend's arm.

"Ouch!" he bellowed as he brought up his hand to rub the sore spot, "what the hell was that for?" he asked.

"For thinking that Sharknado is scarier than Ghost Shark, what do you think?" she answered back.

It would be a complete and utter lie if Ellie said that she hadn't  felt absolutely empty when they put on the last showing of The Little Mermaid last Wednesday night.

That was the one thing she hated about it, the feeling of 'what am I going to do now?' after a play.

Her parents gave her numerous bouquets of flowers after every performance, and she was showered with compliments by people she knew and people she didn't know.

And the fact that this had been a play based on one of her favorite movies of all time made her feel worse that is was over.

But like everything in life, she had to move on.

Now more than ever because they were finally in summer vacation.

And what was she doing to celebrate it?

Sitting on Lionel's couch at 2 in the afternoon, both of them munching on some Doritos and left over m&m's.

Ellie was there supposedly to start helping him pack, but they got sidetracked and completely forgot about it.

Ellie felt weird seeing her brother and Sam and Lionel and every other Senior she knew starting to pack up to either move out of their parents house or move to another city or country entirely for college or university.