[ti]private[/ti]A Group Trip To Disney!

Silly? Oh, Derek had shot straight past feeling silly and now he was just wondering what the fuck possessed him to actually go through with it. He could have flaked. He told himself seven ways to Sunday just how he could in fact flake.

He was more a yankee than the lot of them, being 'from' Maine. But he'd lived between Maine and Florida his entire life. He'd just been so in-between states that he'd never gone to Disney before. One comment lead to another on a forum and suddenly he was standing in the middle of the the Florida Mall.

"...seriously what a name, the creativity." Derek mumbled to himself while sitting in his own vehicle. He was thankful he didn't have to drive, even though he was totally like almost ten years older than these kids. But they liked the same games he did and maybe it would be a fun time.

He liked to see himself as a kid at heart, anyway.

Checking his phone, he searched it until he came across a certain name. A name that haunted him every day and made him want to immediately leave Florida. Sometimes that name wouldn't come up in his texts or social feed for months. Sometimes it stayed as his active most sought out conversation for months.

It was a heartbreak and constant toxic relationship he couldn't bring himself to ignore. Which was exactly why he was going to Disney.

Because Florida is where the friend had moved and Derek pointedly made himself busy while in town with his dad so that he didn't have any free time to go be with said friend. To try and avoid said friend.

Boy oh boy was that the sort of headspace he should not have been, but there he was. Getting out of his car, fussing at his hair, glaring at his glasses, and then shutting the door to his car before locking it with a huff.

"Here goes nothing." He mumbled on his way up to the Mall. If he remembered right, they were supposed to meet at the food court—but maybe he was just hungry.

Ashton's phone made the "basketballnetswish.mp4" sound. A quick glance at it before he snorted.

"I'm right here." He spoke up from right behind Vera (prince). Ashton offered her a bottle of fruit punch he'd grabbed from the vending machine.

He glanced away, waiting to meet up with Derk_TheJerk and Maxine Mayfield. Ashton wasn't shy but he was awkward. He'd never been friends with a girl before, if you could even call him and Vera that. Was this like a date? Did he have to take her to prom, now?

Ah, the mind of a teenager.

All he really knew was that, after Veta had told him her plan, he couldn't let her go alone. What if these people were creeps? Like, then it would be his fault if she got snatched. So, he was here to keep Vera safe and punch anyone who messed with her.

Luckily, Allison and Derek would not be creeps. But, you know. He was worried.

His palms were sweaty and he tried to wipe them on his pants. All smooth and cool.

After a moment, Ashton saw... oh, was that who they were supposed to meet up with. After a quick glance at Veta, he lifted a hand to wave Maxine Mayfield and Derk_TheJerk over.

It was in this moment that Derek realized he’d fucked up.

Children. They were children. He was the only one who could legally drink and that immediately brought feelings of a midlife crisis that he’d just buried deep down.

And worse, there was no log out button.

”I can sushi.” Derek agreed to the choice of food, shrugging at the next question without much thought as they got in line for food. ”And I played cause y’know, I’m a Pokémon fan.”

Oh boy. Now he was old super nerd that nearly said how long he had been a fan… and he was suddenly wishing he had more friends he could text 911 to so they could fake him an emergency to go to.

Usually he’d text his twin, but they were racing and his twin never answered when in the pit.

”I’m Derek, by the way.”