Disney,” he says, and it makes me look at him, surprised to hear him make a joke. I smile at him, but he continues. “There’s an apartment built inside the castle. I hear the bigwigs use it for parties.” I turn back to look at the castle, framed by the dark sky. I guess I have to amend my thoughts. Apparently, sometimes things are just what they seem.
“Well, it’s instead of playing quarters again,” Amy says.
“Tell us the rules,” I say, not so much because I want to play, but because I am tired of quarters and tired of everyone just getting drunk and stupid and making out in corners. I think the only one in the room besides me that’s on Amy’s side is Jesse, and that’s only because he’s shy half a head of hair and one eyebrow after the other Merry Men found him passed out in the bathroom.
“It’s easy. You just write down one secret on a card. One that no one knows about. Then we put all of the cards into this hat,” Amy says, lifting her set of mouse ears with SNOW WHITE stitched in curly yellow thread across the back. A gift from Jeff on our double date.
“So when do we drink?” Anna asks. Most of the guys laugh, probably less because it’s funny and more because they’re hoping to make some time with Winnie-the-Pooh’s melancholy friend.
“I’d like to help her find her tail,” whispers Buzz Lightyear.
Amy keeps on talking, probably thinking the same thing I am. That anyone dumb enough to get into her costume naked can’t really spare any brain cells. “One at a time I’ll draw a card and read the secret. Then everyone has to guess whose secret it is.”
“Sounds fun,” Luke says, and I look over at him, but he won’t meet my gaze. Ever since that night in front of the castle, he’s been going out of his way to avoid me. Or maybe he’s just not going out of his way to see me. It’s not like Dale has that many reasons to interact with Cinderella.
Amy passes out the index cards and pencils with Mickey and Donald eraser toppers. I get Mickey. The room gets quiet as everyone thinks of a secret to write on their card. Only Mark seems to know one right off, scribbling on his card, which is propped on the arm of the couch beside him.
“No fair telling us something lame. Like you have a secret desire for green olives,” Cassie says from where she is sitting on the floor in front of Luke.
“Unless you like to have green olives during sex,” one of the Merry Men says from the other side of the pool table.
“Gross,” Anna says, making Amy cut her eyes at me. From what we’ve seen, nothing seems to be off-limits for her.
“Hush,” Devin says. She has her long hair pulled up in a bun on the back of her head. It’s so dark and shiny, they just let her use her real hair instead of wearing the Jasmine wig they gave her. She’s so beautiful that part of me wanted to dislike her right off the bat, but she’s nice, too, giving everyone cookies from the care packages her mother sends her and always smiling; you can’t help but like her. Mark gets up and walks over to where Amy has the hat sitting on the table. He drops his folded card into it and picks the hat up by one of the ears, passing it to Jesse, who’s leaning against the wall. I tap my pencil against the card as I watch the hat make its way through the cluster of Army Men from Toy Story sitting around the pool table and then out onto the porch, where my fairy godmother is too busy kissing Goofy to notice.
“Ahem,” Cassie says, separating the couple long enough for them to drop their cards into the hat. Most of my secrets are too stupid. Like, I still sleep with the blanket I got when I was six. I write half an answer, then stop and tap my pencil’s Mickey head against my lips. I bite down hard on Mickey’s ear and look over at where Luke is sitting. He’s not writing, either. He’s staring past me through the sliding glass doors, his card dangling from his fingers. Cassie waves her hand in front of his
“Well, it’s instead of playing quarters again,” Amy says.
“Tell us the rules,” I say, not so much because I want to play, but because I am tired of quarters and tired of everyone just getting drunk and stupid and making out in corners. I think the only one in the room besides me that’s on Amy’s side is Jesse, and that’s only because he’s shy half a head of hair and one eyebrow after the other Merry Men found him passed out in the bathroom.
“It’s easy. You just write down one secret on a card. One that no one knows about. Then we put all of the cards into this hat,” Amy says, lifting her set of mouse ears with SNOW WHITE stitched in curly yellow thread across the back. A gift from Jeff on our double date.
“So when do we drink?” Anna asks. Most of the guys laugh, probably less because it’s funny and more because they’re hoping to make some time with Winnie-the-Pooh’s melancholy friend.
“I’d like to help her find her tail,” whispers Buzz Lightyear.
Amy keeps on talking, probably thinking the same thing I am. That anyone dumb enough to get into her costume naked can’t really spare any brain cells. “One at a time I’ll draw a card and read the secret. Then everyone has to guess whose secret it is.”
“Sounds fun,” Luke says, and I look over at him, but he won’t meet my gaze. Ever since that night in front of the castle, he’s been going out of his way to avoid me. Or maybe he’s just not going out of his way to see me. It’s not like Dale has that many reasons to interact with Cinderella.
Amy passes out the index cards and pencils with Mickey and Donald eraser toppers. I get Mickey. The room gets quiet as everyone thinks of a secret to write on their card. Only Mark seems to know one right off, scribbling on his card, which is propped on the arm of the couch beside him.
“No fair telling us something lame. Like you have a secret desire for green olives,” Cassie says from where she is sitting on the floor in front of Luke.
“Unless you like to have green olives during sex,” one of the Merry Men says from the other side of the pool table.
“Gross,” Anna says, making Amy cut her eyes at me. From what we’ve seen, nothing seems to be off-limits for her.
“Hush,” Devin says. She has her long hair pulled up in a bun on the back of her head. It’s so dark and shiny, they just let her use her real hair instead of wearing the Jasmine wig they gave her. She’s so beautiful that part of me wanted to dislike her right off the bat, but she’s nice, too, giving everyone cookies from the care packages her mother sends her and always smiling; you can’t help but like her. Mark gets up and walks over to where Amy has the hat sitting on the table. He drops his folded card into it and picks the hat up by one of the ears, passing it to Jesse, who’s leaning against the wall. I tap my pencil against the card as I watch the hat make its way through the cluster of Army Men from Toy Story sitting around the pool table and then out onto the porch, where my fairy godmother is too busy kissing Goofy to notice.
“Ahem,” Cassie says, separating the couple long enough for them to drop their cards into the hat. Most of my secrets are too stupid. Like, I still sleep with the blanket I got when I was six. I write half an answer, then stop and tap my pencil’s Mickey head against my lips. I bite down hard on Mickey’s ear and look over at where Luke is sitting. He’s not writing, either. He’s staring past me through the sliding glass doors, his card dangling from his fingers. Cassie waves her hand in front of his
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