Date Time at Disneyland

It was Giorno’s idea to bring them here for their date. Fugo didn’t have a problem with Disneyland. It was the state they were in that worried him. While on the drive to Disneyland, the buildings looked worn, old, and ugly. However, once inside the theme park, it was colorful. It was nice, but Fugo was still on edge, worried.

“Giogio, I love you and all, but couldn’t we have gone to France? Why Florida?” Fugo asked as they walked amongst the crowd. “I hear a lot of crazy things about this state. We could’ve at least gone to California.”

“I felt drawn to this place. Well, not this place specifically. And what did you hear?” Giorno asked, still walking.

“Florida man throws alligator into a Wendy’s. Florida man breaks into jail to hang out with friends. Florida man stabs a tourist despite having no arms. Florida man—”

“Okay, I get it,” Giorno interrupted. “Look!”

The blond pointed at the Mad Tea Party, a spinning tea cup ride.

“Don’t tell me you want to get on it?” Fugo had a frown on his face. “What’s the point of spinning around? Besides, I heard somebody slipped from the teacup.”

“Well, I want to get on it,” Giorno said. “Come on. You might have fun. Have you ever been to an amusement park?”

He always wanted to go to one, but his parents made his only free time studying. Also, his parents were strict about how they spent their money despite being rich. However, as an adult, Fugo believed he was too old for it now. “No, but are you sure we should be doing this? Have you called Mista to see how things are doing? I’m worried.”

Giorno grabbed his hand and took him to the queue for the ride. “Don’t be. Let’s just have fun together. I always wanted to go to an amusement park, but my parents didn’t want to spend money. Besides, you seem tense.”

“You’re right, Giogio. Floridians scare me.”

After waiting patiently in line, they got on the ride and spun around. Fugo looked at a smiling Giorno to avoid getting dizzy. It’s been a while since he’s seen him smile. The last time Fugo remembered him smile was when Giorno drank from the teapot Abbacchio peed in.

“Remember when you drank Abbaccio’s special tea?” Fugo said.

“Oh, you remember that?” Giorno replied.

Fugo ended up laughing. “Yeah! We were so disgusted but also curious. Then I remembered you smiling. There was something yellow in your teeth.”

After a few minutes of the cups twirling, they had to get off. Unsure of what to do next, they walked around the park and bought some snacks.

“Hey, Fugo,” Giorno said. “Let’s get on the roller coaster ride.”

They were near the Incredicoaster.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. We just ate a couple of snacks. We might throw up if we do.”

“It’s just a couple.”

Fugo looked at the height. “I don’t know. It looks scary.”

“Have you been on a roller coaster ride?”

“No.”

“Neither have I. I’m going to make it my first!”

Surprisingly, the line was short.

“Oh boy, we’re really doing this,” Fugo commented, regretting the decision as they got on the ride.

“You know, you don’t have to join me on this ride,” Giorno said. “It hasn’t started. You can get off.”

“What? I want to spend time with you! I never want to leave your side ever again!” He squeezed his hand.

“Fugo.” Giorno smiled.

He would’ve kissed him, but the shoulder restraints kept him from doing that. Then the ride started moving and stopped before it could go up.

“I got a bad feeling about this,” Fugo said.

“Five, four, three, two, one! Go!” shouted the kid from the Incredibles movie.

The ride suddenly went faster.

“Shit!” the golden blond yelled, tightening his grip on Giorno’s hand.

The ride dropped. Fugo felt like he was falling. Then it made a lot of turns.

“I think I’m going to bed sick,” someone said.

The ride went up and then down. Instead of terror, Fugo felt euphoria.

“This isn’t so bad,” he commented. “The wind in my hair feels great! Hey, a loop ahead!”

He had his arms up. Never in his life did he have much fun.

After the loop, the ride was pretty much over.

“That was fun!” Fugo said as he got off the ride. “We should do that again, Giogio.” Giorno was quiet. “Giogio?”

He turned around, and it looked like Giorno was about to vomit.

“Giogio!”

Fugo helped Giorno get out of the ride and took him to the nearest bathroom. The park was tidy, but the bathrooms, however, were not.

“Giogio, sorry for not taking you to a cleaner bathroom,” Fugo said.

He heard Giorno flush the toilet. “It’s fine.” Giorno barged out of the stall. “Ugh, I feel dizzy, though. I think we should head to the hotel.”

The two got out of the bathrooms.

“Hold on. I don’t know where we are,” Fugo said. He brought the map from his pocket and noticed the Disney characters missing. “Wait, what? Where the hell is Mickey? If there’s no Mickey, this shit ain’t Disney! Whatever, I know where to go.”

They managed to get out of Disneyland. Fugo was at the diver’s seat while Giorno sat next to him.

“That was fun,” Fugo said. “We should do this again.”

Giorno smiled. “Yeah. You squeezed my hand tightly when the ride got faster.”

Fugo giggled. “I got scared, but then my fears disappeared. I’m glad we got on that ride. Maybe we should go on different rides next time to avoid getting sick. We could go on the boat ride next time, perhaps?”

“Sure!”

The two stared at each. Fugo leaned in for a kiss, but then Giorno had to vomit again. He did it outside the car.

“I’m sorry!” Giorno said. “I think I need to lie down somewhere.”

Fugo started the car. “Sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. We’ll get to the hotel as soon as we can.”