She kept her body mostly in the same position, but she movedjust enough to push her forehead deep into the point of his shoulder.
She stayed that way through two of his spoonfuls of icecream.
Then, without a word, she shifted, resting her head againsthis shoulder, and she resumed eating.
He was grateful she didn’t dig, make a deal about it, justshared she got how huge that was and it meant something to her and then wentback to her ice cream.
He was grateful, because it made it perfect.
“You’re high,” she declared.
“I am not high.Everyone knows Disney World is better thanDisneyland,” he reiterated what he’d said five seconds before.
“Everyone does not,” she retorted.“For instance,Idon’t know that.Disneyland is the OG Disney theme park.As such, it is andalways will be the best.”
He couldn’t believe his ears.
“Did you just refer to Disneyland as OG?”he asked.
“Yes,” she answered.
It was much later that night.
Archie was in panties and another tank.
She was also straddling his lap in his bed where he sat,legs stretched out, head and shoulders to the headboard, hands moving randomlyon her hips and on her skin under the tank at her waist, ribs, sometimes belly,sometimes ass.
It wasn’t about sex.
It was about touch.
The warmth of her skin, the smoothness.
It being hers.
And they were discussing some very important shit.
“Your argument is Disneyland is the original gangster ofDisney theme parks?”he pushed.
“Dude, don’teventry to argue that the OG isn’tthe best of everything.”
“We don’t have time for me to share the many examples of howfaulty that logic is.”
She disagreed with this, obviously, since she kept arguingit.
“Right, the Beatles are the OG boy band.Then came theMonkees.Now, ‘Daydream Believer’ is a kickass song.Just the title kills it.But The Monkees are no Beatles.And the Beatles areDisneylandwhereasthe Monkees areDisney World.Good fun, but not the best.”
“Wrong,” he stated.“In that analogy, The Beatles are OG andtherefore Disneyland andThe Stonesare Disney World.Do I need to goon?”
“My point still stands,” she declared outrageously.
He dug his fingers in her ribs and reminded her, “Woman, myname is Jagger.”
“And?”
She was out of her mind.
“This is the thing,” he announced.“If we go the distanceand have kids, we’ll go to Cali to take them to Disneyland, but only so we cango to the beach too, hit a Dodgers game, do all that LA shit because Disneylandis a one-day thing.But we’re also taking them to Orlando to go to Disney Worldso we can do all things Disney and Epcot, which is alsoDisney.Andwe’ll probably be there for three weeks because Disney in Florida isnota one-day thing.We could fuckin’movethere and not take it all in.”
