A Trip to Disney World

(Really a Bad idea... you don't wanna know what happens in my head.)

Chapter 2: Bed time At All Star Movies

"I don't have a past, I just have a chance/ Not a Family or honest plea remains to stay."

-Breaking Benjamin "Rain"

Dear Die-ary,

I'm finally taking a vacation. Yippee. Not a lot has happened so far, minus me almost killing everyone in the car. We're just sitting in the parking lot waiting to get the keys to the rooms we'll be staying in. Nearly everyone is asleep. Squee is all cuddled up to Laura while hugging Shmee, Roxas is leaning against the window steaming it up with his breath, Erik has also leaned against the window, his mask has come off a little too... Off topic: I am starting to think that he wears a wig. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that Jordan and Zuko are asleep too... oh, and I really can't help but say this, but why are they all so weird when they're awake, but be so freaking cute when they're asleep?

I shut my Die-ary, and put the pencil I was using back behind Sarah's right ear. I just sat in the driver's seat and drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, listening to the slow, steady breaths of all the passengers.

I sighed quietly and let my mind wander off into different places..., Mr. Eff and D-Boy arguing loudly in my head. Mr. Eff yelling at me to kill all of them, and D-Boy saying that I should instead kill myself. I had to mentally punt them both out of my head into a minefield filled with razorblades, barbed wire, and other things that would make sure that they wouldn't come back anytime soon... or ever.

A knock on the window brought me out of my thoughts and to the sight of an overly chubby rent-a-cop. I rolled down the window and he proceeded to ask, "Sir, that's a pretty big vehicle for just you. Is anyone else in there?"

"Yes. Seven kids, kindly go away now." I replied. I was really not in the mood to be violent with some guy at that moment.

"Sir, are they legal citizens?" He asked, continuing to push the envelope.

"Yes, and I believe I told you to go away about two seconds ago. Do it, before you regret your decision." I said, getting a little more agitated.

"That is no way to speak to an officer of the law, Young man!" He protested.

I sighed and pushed my knife to his fat little nose, "You know, we could have done this the easy way. I'll still give you a chance to just leave, give us the room keys and you can go about your merry way, still alive."

The man shuddered, pulling out a tazer and the plastic cards. "Step o-out of t-t-the c-c-c-car, p-please." he stuttered.

I stepped out as he said and began to do... well, my job. As soon as I was finished, I admired my handiwork and looked down at my now bloodstained shirt. Every time, Johnny...Every stinkin' time. I thought to myself. Ah, well. What's done is done, and they probably still wouln't find me. They can just clean up what's left of Steve later.

I went back into the car and shook Sarah gently awake. "What?" She whispered quietly, looking up me, noticing that I was covered in blood. She made her signature "You gotta to be kidding me" look. "That had better be yours." She muttered.

She took off her seat belt and assisted me in waking everyone up to carry their luggage besides me and Sarah. She carried hers and Squee's while I dragged mine and carried Squee on my back.

Once we'd gotten up to the rooms and had gotten ready for bed (besides me. I don't sleep... ever.), I was just about to turn the last lamp off when I heard a tiny voice, "Mr. Nny? Can you tuck me in?" I turned around to see Squee, sitting up in the bed next to Roxas who was already asleep.

I tried my best to smile at Squee as I said "Um... Sure... be back in a little bit." nervously.

Squee nodded as I headed to the girl's room right next to ours. I knocked quietly as Sarah promptly opened the door. "What is it now?" she inquired. She was probably still awake when I knocked; she goes to bed at ten, but goes to sleep at a much later time. "Squee wants me to tuck him in, but I don't know how." I replied shamefully.

Sarah sighed as she retreated to the dark and returned with a book, Read him one of these or sing him a lullaby if you have to. I glanced at the title as the obviously annoyed and tired fifteen year old closed the door, The Tales of Beedle the Bard... I shrugged, in the middle of the night that's probably the best I could get.

I headed back into the room and walked over to Squee's bed, "Ok, do you want me to read you a story from here," I started, holding up the book, "or one that I've made up?"

"I'll take one from the book, if you don't mind," Squee started, shrinking back a little as if I would be heartless enough to harm him for something like that, "I had to go to therapy for a while after the last one."

I shrugged and opened the book to its first story, The Wizard and the Hopping Pot.

"'there was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely...'" I began, proceeding to read the story about how that wizard's son was unkind to all the neighbors that begged for his help and how after he was rude, the pot his father used tormented him by making horrible banging noises with an odd brass foot that grew out of its bottom, sprouting warts, and spouted bile, spiders and slugs until the young man was driven utterly insane and finally cured his neighbors' problems with magic and the pot finally let him be. "...The end." I said once I finished the ridiculous tale.

"I'm still not too sleepy yet." Squee said quietly, yawning a little. I sighed and used Sarah's lullaby idea and sang a revised version of the chorus of" Room of Angels"

"Here's a lullaby to close your eyes, good night it was never you that I despised. I feel enough for you to cry, Oh well... here's a lullaby to close your eyes, good night... goodnight." I muttered, patting the small, now sleeping child's head.

I walked over to the lamp to turn it off, and before I did, I heard Squee whisper something like "Good night, daddy."

"I'm not your- " I started before turning to see Squee asleep, smiling peacefully. I shook my head, turned off the lamp, and sat in the chair and thought to myself, Nailbunny, Those two kids are all the help I could ever need. I'm even tempted to adopt Squee if any accidents occurred.

-The End-

D' awwwww! That was so sweet I'm almost in tears here! *Pause as author makes a mess of her make-up by crying tears of sadness and happiness* sniff anyway, please review and comment, and stay tuned for more adventures in Disney before...well, you'll just have to keep reading and see!