Five Days of Paradise (3)

—THE NEXT MORNING—
The two of us headed into the kitchen, groggy and with bedheads, where there were Mom, Dad, Adam, and Dana. It was 9, and we had to pack up to move into our other three rooms by 11. Aden and I didn’t have shirts on, but we had pajama pants on, and we settled on the porch, just the two of us alone, looking out upon the shorter sky scrapers, and the taller ones (which were far off, seeing as that’s where the urban city was), and the beach, the pool, the roads, the lazy river below us, just the beautiful sights in general… including Aden.
Dad came out just when Aden had took in breath to say something, and told us that last night at 12, a family checked into two of our rooms, so we wouldn’t be able to check in right away, we’d have to wait until 3.
Aden and went to the room and got on shirts and changed into shorts (exchanging several naughty glances) then the six of us went to Ihop, where Aden and I dug in to some chocolate-chip pancakes, then we went to Broadway at the Beach, where we entered a place called “Magi-Quest.” We walked in and there was a guy in Mythical-Medieval dress standing next to a box of wands.
“Hello, and welcome to Magi-Quest. Is this your first time?” He asked.
“Yes,” said Mom.
“Well here’s what you do: first, you buy a wand. Then, you buy the amount of time spent in the arena. Then, you will go into the room to my left, where the game will be explained. Lastly, you will enter the arena, and follow the quests, defeat the enemies, and conquer your fate. Interested?”
Aden seemed VERY interested, and I just thought, “What the hell,” and went on. Aden picked out a gold and silver wand and I got a gold and black one. We went into the room for introduction where the game was explained, then we went in and played.
It had puzzles which were solved by running around the arena (which could’ve been bigger) and it was very hot. It could also get very challenging at times, but nonetheless, it was worth it all, to see Aden running around joyfully, having fun. When we got out it was a few hours later, and we strolled around Broadway. Soon, Aden and I got bored by shops our parents were going in and so we broke off, walking around the area, stopping only at 5, on a bridge next to a fountain, watching the water as the sun set behind it.
“I enjoyed last night,” said Aden, eagerly.
We both wanted that to continue, but we were interrupted by my phone ringing. It was a text from Mom saying that we were going to eat at the Hard Rock Café for dinner. I replied, be there in a sec.
We slowly made our way over, talking about why it was in a pyramid vs. anything it SHOULD be in for Hard Rock (a guitar, drums, microphone—or, I don’t know, perhaps a building—etc.)
“No, Aden, how would they fit a restaurant inside a microphone? Or a guitar? How would they even build a giant guitar?”
“You’re lacking imagination, Anthony.”
After dinner, we went to the hotel where we checked into our new rooms.