Small World

Four.

The sign at the front of the Indiana Jones ride informed us of only a 30 minute wait which was actually a lot better than usual. We all excitingly walked into the line with Chris and Scott going first. Once we reached the end of the line, we began to wait with everyone else. Scott and Chris engaged in small talk with their backs to us while I showed Zach a few pictures of my previous work on Instagram.

"You are so talented!" He said in response to the photos, making sure the comment was loud enough for the brothers to hear. Chris turned around first. "Sarah is just showing me pictures of the makeup she has done." I couldn't help but laugh at the embarrassing attempt to push our conversation into them.
"Why don't you show him, Sarah?" Scott asked forcefully pulling me to switch places with him. They turned our bodies to have our backs to them now. Chris and I laughed awkwardly. I held up my phone between us and scrolled through photos.

"Wow! You really are talented!" He exclaimed. It's a good thing I had some heavy duty concealer on because I was definitely starting to blush. A selfie I took after a day of Mykie applying glam makeup on me appeared on the screen. I nervously changed it to the next picture. Chris swiped back to it. "You are also very beautiful." He whispered admiring the picture. Before I could even thank him, Scott popped his head between us.
"You should see her eyes!" He nudged me, laughing. I pushed his head away and took off my sunglasses, shaking my head. Chris took his off to look into my eyes.
"Are they green and blue?" He sounded shocked, putting his glasses back on.
"Yeah, blue on the outside and green on the inside. And thank you." I was definitely blushing now. I quickly put my sunglasses back on. A little chuckle escaped his lips.
"You're welcome." We kept our backs to the other two, slowly advancing in the line. "I just realized you are the one with the tattoos that Scott showed us in a group text!" Chris exclaimed. I nodded my head.
"Yeah! That was me!" I laughed holding up my arms. "My left arm is almost done." I watched him examine the tattoos. "Do you have any?"

"A few but nothing this detailed and bad ass!" He pointed to the Millennium Falcon flying through space on my right shoulder. I giggled as I turned to show the rest of my arm. "What is the one on your ribs?" He asked pointing to the tattoo peaking through the cut portion of the tank top. I held up my arm and held a side of my shirt open.
"That's a portrait of my dog, Deeohgee." I held up my phone's lock screen showing the actual photo.
"That is absolutely amazing!" He bent down to glance at the picture on my phone and the tattoo back and forth.
"Thank you! It fucking killed me but the artist did so good." He stood back up straight to show me pictures on his phone.
"This is my boy, Dodger."
"Oh, my god. He is adorable! Dodger like in Oliver and Company?"

"Yeah! You're the only one that has gotten that!" I high-fived his hand as I brought myself a little closer to him to see the pictures. I could hear giggling and whispering behind us. Chris and I ignored them while he played a video of Dodger singing along to his favorite stuffed animal lion. "Did you call him 'bubba'?"
"Yeah, it has turned into a nickname for him." He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. I almost dropped my phone. I brought it up and found a video of me talking to Deeohgee, calling him Bub. "Oh, like Wolverine!" He laughed, putting his phone back in his pocket.
"It started with Bub then went to a form of bub and baby, 'bubby', and now there's bubs, Deeoh, Doge, Meesah." We both laughed at all the nicknames. We started talking about how our dogs adopted us and how much our lives have changed for the better since having them. Our stories were almost similar.
We continued to wait in line as he explained the few tattoos he has. He was reading the quote that is tattooed under his collarbone when a loud squeal from behind me made me jump in place. I turned around to a few teenage girls waving to me and asking me for a picture. The line started moving so I quickly took more pictures and signed the autograph books before saying bye to them. I returned to my spot next to Chris, still keeping our backs to the other two. I apologized and asked him to continue explaining his tattoos. It seemed like he rushed through them to finally ask a question on his mind.

"Is everyone recognizing you from your work on Grace and Frankie?" I smiled and shook my head.
"No, I upload videos on YouTube. I told my Instagram and Twitter followers that I would be here today so I don't normally get recognized this often." We both laughed at the same time.
"How many people watch your videos?" He asked, genuinely curious. Scott popped up between us again.
"They're called 'subscribers', dork, and she has over 7,000 of them!" Scott said before going back to his conversation with Zach. Chris dropped his jaw.
"Over 7,000!?" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, 7,473 to be exact but who's keeping track anyways." I giggled shyly. Chris smiled, shaking his head.
"That's amazing. If you think about it in a certain perspective, 7,473 people would fit in this line 20 times."
"That is a lot of people!" I laughed and nodded at the realization. We continued to talk about my channel and what I want to hopefully make it into.

We finally enjoyed the ride, screaming and waving our hands around. Walking off of the ride, we talked about what's next.
"I think we should go on the food and coffee ride." I commented holding my stomach. The boys all nodded and agreed.
"That's one thing I forgot to tell you about her, Chris. This girl can eat then she just works it all off by lifting weights in the gym every single day." Scott poked my toned arms. I stopped in mid stride almost causing someone to run into me. I pointed my finger to Scott. He realized his outburst, covered his mouth and hid behind Zach's 5'5 frame as much as he could being just as tall as Chris.
"Scott Andrew Evans!" I yelled at him laughing. "You told him about me?!"
"Just a little bit!"
"That's not fair!" I pushed him away from Zach. Scott held onto me by my arms. I looked at Chris as he laughed at us. "He would not tell me one thing about you!"
"If I said anything, you would have said no!" Scott tried to remain innocent but I kept fighting his grip.
"How would you have known unless you actually said something!" I yelled then looked back to Chris. "What did he tell you?!"

"Three things: you love Disney on an unhealthy level for an adult, you love dogs and have an amazing ass." Chris replied shrugging his shoulders. I dropped my jaw in disbelief.
"Scott! The only reason I'm not planning on what to say at your funeral is because I worked fucking hard for this ass. You know my philosophy! Hakuna Masquata. It means nice booty!" I released my arms from his hands. The boys exploded into laugher with their heads being thrown back.
"So, we're even?" Scott asked as he held up his hands in front of him.
"No yet." I turned my body to have my butt facing Chris. "Survey says?" I couldn't see Chris' eyes so he lowered his head down to my butt then back up.
"He didn't lie."
"Now we're even." They all laughed again. I announced we continue our walk to find food. Chris caught up to walk next to me.

"Bad experiences with blind dates?" He asked, chuckling. I nodded my head.
"The last blind date was an older man with a toupee. Courtesy of my roommate, Mykie." We both giggled. "I have nothing wrong with toupees.. but.. Mykie and I referred to him as 'Toupee Trump'." Chris grimaced his face.
"Oh, my god. That is horrible!" He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure you won't have anymore Toupee Trump blind dates." His elbow tapped my arm. I smiled up at him. He was already smiling down at me. I really hope my concealer is hiding my bright red cheeks again.