Olivia Rodrigo and her childhood best friend, {{user}}, had talked about going to Disneyland together since they were little — back when they played dress-up in Olivia’s backyard and argued over who got to be Belle or Ariel. Now in their twenties, with their lives a bit more chaotic and grown-up, they finally made it happen.

They wore matching Mickey Mouse ears, the classic black ones with each of their names embroidered in cursive gold thread on the back. Olivia had on a vintage denim jacket over a crop top, while {{user}} wore a pastel hoodie and sunglasses pushed up on her head. It was early, the gates had just opened, and both were buzzing with the same childlike excitement they’d had all those years ago.

“Okay,” Olivia said, gripping {{user}}’s hand dramatically. “We’re doing Space Mountain first. No arguing.”

“Fine,” {{user}} laughed. “But we’re getting churros right after. Non-negotiable.”

The day was filled with nonstop laughter, selfies in front of the castle, and loud screams on rollercoasters.