#Starstruck (#Lovestruck, #1)

by Sariah Wilson

Deciding to get out in front of my roller-coaster phobia, I explained to Chase that I didn’t like the drops on Pirates. I was a serious wuss when it came to fast rides and big drops. When Lexi and I went to Grad Night (once a year, high school seniors go to Disneyland after it closes and spend the whole night), everybody wanted to be on Splash Mountain, the Matterhorn, and Space Mountain. And they’d thought those rides were tame. I could force myself to go on them, but I closed my eyes and didn’t like them, which Chase seemed to find amusing. But rides like Pirates? This was what I loved about Disneyland—it was the best people trap ever set by a mouse. It was the atmosphere, the magic of the surroundings. Not just in the architecture but in the attention to every detail. Hidden outlines of Mickeys everywhere. How clean and beautiful everything was. Even if I didn’t go on a single ride, I just loved being there. For me it was like stepping into another world, and if I’d been able to justify spending the money on a year-round pass, I probably would have dedicated a large portion of my free time to being in the park, just hanging out. As a kid I had routinely fantasized about hiding out on a ride and then having the whole place to myself after closing.