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Cadence and Dahlia's outfit's:

Kit's outfit:

Dahlia's POV

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"Okay, I packed, like, fifteen granola bars and ten fruit cups in case you get hungry, a couple water bottles and a couple bottles of your favorite juice, three of your favorite stress balls, two pairs of earplugs and two noise-canceling headphones, um...I threw a bunch of your chew necklaces and bracelets in there, and your iPad and a weighted blanket too..."

"Dahlia—"

"Oh, and I made sure to put your pressure vest and your vibrating massage pillow in there too. And I didn't put your gel, lap pad thing in there, but I can totally make room for it if you want."

"Dahlia—"

"And of course I packed your Rubik's cube and two of your favorite books, and a massage roller and a neck pillow—"

"Dahlia—"

"I tried to focus on packing sensory things so that if you get overwhelmed you can—"

"You're overwhelming me!"

I finally looked up from the large bag in front of me and looked at Madi, who was sitting on the bed, watching me. "What?" I asked.

"Disneyland is not overwhelming me, you're overwhelming me." He mumbled. "I know that...I am autistic but I will be...f-fine."

I sighed and plopped down beside him. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to treat you differently or anything like that. I just want you to have a really good time today and I don't want anything to go wrong. I know it can be easy for you to get overwhelmed sometimes when there's a lot going on, and Disneyland is chaotic literally all the time. I mean, I think I'm gonna get overwhelmed."

"You can use my sensory toys if you do." He giggled. "It will be fine, though. Madi will...I will enjoy myself and you will too. And if it is too much I will tell someone."

"Promise?" I held out my pinky.

"Promise." He laughed. "I do want to please wear my safety harness, though. I like to be attached to the leash. It makes me feel safe and helps me keep track of Jules."

"Okay, I think it's already out in the bus," I smiled. "Damn, I wish I had a leash for Billie."

"You're a hoe." I heard Billie scream from the other room. Her hearing is superb, unfortunately.

"I will take my bag to the car and get my harness on." Madi smiled before leaving the room. I jogged over into the room connected to ours and gasped as I saw Cadence.

"We're kinda matching!" I yelled, pointing at her. She pointed right back at me and screamed. "Oh my gosh, we are! I love that shirt! Oh my god, I was gonna put on a checkered shirt too but I changed my mind last minute!" She exclaimed.

"Oh my god, no way!" Billie mocked before rolling her eyes. "You two match each other all the time. Neither of you ever try to match me."

"Cause you like to wear tents for clothes and we're not into that." Cadence smirked. Billie stuck her tongue out at her in response.

Billie looks really nice today, though. I mean, she always looks nice but today she looks really nice.

That being said..."What is with you and Kit dressing like it's not 100 degrees out? You're both gonna die of heatstroke." Cadence snickered.

"We'll die looking sexy, though." Kit smirked as she came to wrap an arm around Billie's shoulders. "You guys look cute."

"We know." Cadence giggled as she twirled around in the mirror and rubbed her hair down.

Kit let out a low whistle as she checked Cadence out. "Are you sure you're a hundred percent straight?"

"Do not seduce her, we just became in a relationship!" Gigi said as he came to stand next to Cadence. "Can we go now? I want to see Mickey."

"I think we're all about ready." I smiled before walking away from them and taking out my phone. I called my dad earlier but I need to call Denny now.

After dialing his number, I waited patiently for him to pick up his phone.

"Yo, the fuck do you want?" Was the greeting he chose to give me.

"Nice to speak to you too." I rolled my eyes.

"I thought the purpose of you going on vacation was to give me a damn break. I mean, Jesus, you're hours away from me and I still gotta deal with you. That shits wack."

"Boy, shut the fuck up. It's not like I called to talk to you anyway. I just called to see how the house is coming along, see how Julia's coming along, see how Prince Styles is, and all that."

"The house is still the house, Julia is still pregnant, and Prince Styles—As I predicted—Is beginning to love me more than you. Anything else?"

"Hmm, anything else, anything else..." I pretended to think for a moment. "Oh, are you enjoying the nudes Ori sent to you?" I questioned sweetly.

"And I...Oop." He mumbled.

"Oh, not much to say now, huh?" I laughed. "Before you ask, no, he didn't tell anyone it's just that he accidentally sent the nudes to Hudson first so—"

"What? Damn, that's insane!" Denny hissed. "Hudson saw Ori's dick?"

"Well, I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure he didn't send a tit pic." I rolled my eyes. "Are you jealous?"

"What? No. What? No. No."

"You're jealous." I grinned. "So, what's up with that? Do you like Ori or are you guys just friends with benefits or what? Are you gonna cuff him? You totally should!"

"Oh my God, go away!" He drew the words out causing me to roll my eyes again. "You're so damn nosy all the time, God! Look, I don't know if you realize this but I'm about to have a baby so I don't exactly have time to have a boyfriend—"

"But you have the time to get nudes?" I chuckled.

"Ugh...Yeah. It takes like ten seconds to look at them—"

"Denny, Ori is a really great guy and I'm, like, super happy that he's my friend so don't fuck things up with him. And you having a baby doesn't mean you can't have a boyfriend, just FYI!"

"Yeah, Yeah, hop off my dick. Was this all you wanted to talk about or—"

"Nope!" I shook my head even though he couldn't see me. "I need you to ship some stuff for me. Every item on my Etsy shop has been sold and I need you—"

"No way! I fucking hate the post office. I'm not shipping anything for you."

"I'll give you twenty percent of the profits." I lied.

"Well, how much money did you make?" He questioned.

"Um...A hundred dollars."

"You sold everything on your Etsy shop and all you made was a hundred bucks?" He questioned, clearly not believing me.

"Sure."

"I want thirty percent of the profit—the real profit." He demanded. I sighed in annoyance. I wish I could get dad to just do it for me instead but he's on his own vacation with Josephine. They went to Florida for a few days.

"Fine, whatever. Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Well, if I say no, I'm sure you'll still ask, so I guess so."

"Has dad seemed a little...Weird to you lately? I mean, definitely a good weird! But really weird."

"What are you talking about?" He sighed.

"I don't know it's just, he's been kinda different lately. He's, like, so beyond happy. Which of course makes me really happy because he definitely deserves to be happy, but he's insanely happy nowadays and—"

"Dahlia, dad has been getting consistent pussy for since...December. Of course he's happy."

I stayed silent for a few moments before sighing and rolling my eyes. I don't know why I even try talking to this knucklehead. "Bye, asshat."

"Bye, dweeb. Love you, or whatever, I guess."

"Go suck your own dick."

I hung up with a smile on my face and headed out to the bus.

***

"—Yeah, I peeped over her shoulder and she was talking to him! I didn't get to see much of the conversation, but it seemed innocent enough. I think they were talking about a show or something." Billie spoke quietly as we both stared at the back of Cora's head.

"I've been doing some digging and I really, really don't think that guy is good news," I whispered. "He's been to juvie! He had a parole officer! He's always in detention or suspended, his grades are terrible, and apparently, he got into a fistfight with his own dad!"

I furrowed my brows and took my eyes away from Cora's head for a few seconds to look at Billie who was already looking at me. "Okay...Given the fact that I beat my own mom to a pulp and then blackmailed her boyfriend into keeping that a secret...I'm gonna let that last part slide." I mumbled.

"Yeah, I think that's only fair."

"I still don't trust him, though!" I whisper yelled. "He smokes, he drinks, he parties! He has a fucking motorcycle, I mean, he's literally every stereotypical bad boy from every stereotypical movie ever!"

"I get being worried about your little sister, but I really think you should chill." Kit piped up from the seat behind us. "You guys don't know that dude at all. He may be a better person than he seems."

"Maybe, but I doubt it. He's a 16-year-old boy—almost fucking 17, which begs the question of why he's trying to fuck with my 15-year-old sister in the first place, but we'll talk about that later—and his intentions cannot be good. He has a reputation! That kid has been with more girls than fucking Denver!"

"Isn't that kind of a given? Isn't your brother gay?" Kit questioned. I sighed.

"Yeah, but he used to be with tons of girls when he was trying to hide his gayness."

"Ah."

"Yeah. And Hayes is on the football team. He's a jock! Everything about him screams 'bad, bad, bad!' I don't want Cora talking to him!"

"Me neither. I don't trust any 16-year-old guy. Not even the fucking nerdy ones." Billie added.

"I think you guys are spazzin'. Trust me, I understand all that 'I gotta protect my family' shit, but at the end of the day you can't dictate Cora's life and you can't tell her who she can and can't talk to." Kit patted each of our shoulders.

"But...In Billieland it's totally okay to dictate people's lives as long as you're doing it out of love." Billie frowned.

"We'll have to visit Billie land sometime." Kit smirked. "But right now we're heading to Disneyland and Cora wants that dude and there's nothing you can do about it."

"We can sit on her until she agrees to stop texting him." Billie shrugged.

"Or strap her to one of the rides and make her stay on it until she agrees to never talk to boys again." I smiled.

"You two got problems." Kit snickered.

"Maybe..." I sighed. "And maybe you're right about us not being able to do anything about it but...You can."

"What you mean?"

"I mean, Cora has a fat crush on you. She'd probably jump off a damn cliff if you told her to. You could talk her out of talking to this guy." I suggested.

"Nah, I ain't doing that. Let the child live and learn." She said. "I just don't believe in judging people I don't know. Sure he seems like bad news, but so do most of the people on this bus."

"No they don't!" I defended. "Everyone on this bus is nice!"

"Yeah, but everyone on this bus has some issues too." She shrugged. "You guys party, drink, and smoke. Caden is a jock just like Hayes. So is your brother. Billie literally got expelled from her old school because she had so many problems there, and so did I. We're all violent as shit. You beat your moms up, Billie threatened to end Heidi's life just yesterday because she tried to get with you, and Cadence...I never seen her fight or nothing, but shorty looks like she'll pop a cap in somebody ass if they try her."

I looked over at Cadence and shrugged a little. Yeah, sounds about right.

"I'm just saying, we're all a little fucked up, we've all done some wild shit, but we're all mostly good people. And good friends. Just give the little dude a chance or whatever."  She smiled.

"I don't fucking like you. You're always logical and...Hot." Billie rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I know." Kit grinned. "Ugh, but back to what you said about talking her out of fucking with him, Dahlia...She gave me $50 to have this little chat with you guys, but if you guys wanna give me $100 I'd be glad to talk to her about dumping him—"

"That bitch!" I hissed.

"When are we gonna be off this bus? I have to pee!"  Hudson whined loudly from the back.

"Ten minutes to Disneyland!" Cooper grinned.

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"I'm so over this already." Billie sighed as she held my phone up and began snapping pictures of me and Cadence as we posed together.

"Oh, shut up! You know you're enjoying watching us work the camera." Cadence grinned as she threw up a peace sign and rested her weight on one leg. "And make sure you make me look thick!"

"I'm not a miracle worker." Billie scoffed.

Billie's terrified of all the rides and Cadence and I needed to take some pictures so...You know. We got Billie to be our photographer as we posed in various places.

"You guys should be finding something to do. Not wasting your time taking pictures!" Billie grumbled.

"Billie, we've been over this. It's important that we snap all our pictures before we start having fun so that way we're not distracted later and also, that way we still look good." I explained again.

"I could be talking to Mickey Mouse right now, you know?" Billie huffed.

"Drop the act, Bil. Dahlia already told me that you told her you're scared of people in animal costumes."

Billie gasped and ran closer to us, getting in our faces. "Don't be so fucking loud! And I didn't say I was scared of them, I just—I just think they're all fucking furries! And why would you tell her that?!" She hissed, turning to look at me. I shrugged.

"How could I not tell her about that? I had to tell someone so I could have someone to laugh at you with. Anyways, you should stop complaining. I don't complain when you make me take pictures of you for hours on end. Remember when we spent literally five hours having a 'photoshoot' next to that house that was infested with spiders?"

"It was a really cool photoshoot."

"It was five hours. That was the point." I rolled my eyes. "And if I can take pictures of you near a house filled with tarantulas—"

"They were not tarantulas. They were literally just daddy long legs."

"Same fucking thing." I rolled my eyes. "Just take our pictures."

She begrudgingly went back to her spot and began snapping pictures again. "You two owe me for this."

"What the fuck do you want us to do? Buy you ice cream?"

"No. I want you guys to get drunk and make out in a pool for thirty minutes or something." She smirked.

We both flipped her off and made sure she got a picture of that too.

***

Hours and hours later, we had already had enough of Disneyland. Don't get me wrong, it was totally fun! First, we had the grand circle tour, then we visited the haunted mansion, then we got on the teacups, and then it was space mountain and then splash mountain. Throughout the day, we'd managed to meet like thirty Disney characters. Lots of princes and princesses who were absolute sweethearts, and we got pictures with most of them.

We ate, like...hella. I had who knows how many churros and corn dogs and we visited the ice cream parlor and it was amazing. We got lots of souvenirs too! Gorgeous balloons, Mickey ears, pressed pennies, cool maps, T-shirts, etc. It was all great, really! But it was fucking exhausting.

It took a good thirty minutes for everyone to get on the bus, but as soon as everybody was on, Cooper began driving us back to the hotel which was forty-five minutes away.

Everyone was chattering quietly amongst themselves, clearly tired from the exciting day, and Billie was curled up in a ball resting on the seat beside me. She was exhausted since she'd been running and dancing around all day, scream-singing Disney songs at the top of her lungs and scaring children.

I was just aimlessly looking around the bus when I noticed it.

Bea was sitting way in the front, and she looked pretty disheveled. When I glanced back at Kit who was a few seats behind me, staring out the window as she listened to her music, I noticed that she looked the same. A huge smirk found its way onto my face as I stood up and quickly went to sit beside her.

She stared at me blankly and took out one of her earbuds. "Don't you come over here with that shit." She warned.

"You two fucked!" I whisper yelled. "That happened pretty fast then, huh?" I winked, nudging her in the side as I did a little happy dance in my seat.

"How the fuck you got all this energy after running around all day?" She questioned tiredly.

"Wait, You two legit had sex in Disneyland?! Like, where'd you do it?!"

"Mind ya business, Doe."

"Was it good?! How long did it last? Was it, like, one time or several? Did you two kiss? Oh my god, I bet you kissed! What now?!"

"Fuck," She groaned, sliding down in the seat. "It was great, we had fun, and that was that."

"That was that?" I questioned. "What the hell do you mean that was that?!"

"We fucked and that was that." She shrugged.

"But...I mean, are you guys gonna do it again?"

"Maybe."

"It was good right?" I raised my brows.

"Yeah, it was real good."

"Okay, okay, good!" I nodded. "But you were dying to have her earlier. You wouldn't shut the fuck up about her! And now all your saying is 'That was that'?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know..." I pouted, crossing my arms. "I just think you two would be cute together."

"I don't do relationships, Doe." She chuckled. "But if it makes you feel any better I definitely would love to make her cum again."

She put her earbud back in after that and I sighed as I got up and went back to my seat.

Well, I guess that is that then.

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A/N:

@KamGlover and some of their friends made a group chat on Instagram to talk about this story (which is literally so awesome, I love y'all) and so I'm mentioning it here so you guys can know about it and join if you want!