"No. No freakin' way." You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the blond.
"C'mon, bro!" The American protested, his light blue eyes revealing nothing but enthusiasm. "It'll be fun!"
You snorted. Fun, indeed. Riding on a metal death trap, with a god damn 90 degree drop, and then puking the hamburger you'd eaten wasn't exactly your idea of fun. You liked standing on the firm ground, thank you very much.
"C'mon" The American whined. "Don't be such a pussy, bro!" Says the guy who just about pissed himself in the haunted house. You decided not to make that point, though, because you were sure his hero ego would live it down, and then he would resume his pestering.
Suddenly, the blond flashed a grin. You were confused- until you were suddenly lifted off the ground and thrown over Alfred's shoulder.
"ALFRED F. JONES, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" You shrieked, pounding on his broad back.
He just laughed, walking toward the rollar coaster. "Don't worry, bro, you'll love it!"
You sat in the seat, next to Alfred. As you waited for the ride to start, you silently wondered how many pounds you sweated off at this point.
You felt a sudden lurch and the rollar coaster began to move up the track. Oh shit. It wasn't too late to get off this thing, right?
You were now at the top of the track. You wondered how high up you were now.
You then made the mistake of looking down.
The rollar coaster suddenly dropped down the 90 degree drop. The wind blew harshly in your face, your stomach doing flips. You screamed, squeezing your eyes shut as you clung to Alfred for dear life.
You refused to open your eyes until this was over.
The moment the safety bars lifted up, you were out of there faster than a frog in a frying pan. You silently cursed his name as you waited for the world to stop spinning. You felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. "So, what'd you think?"
"Aweful." You replied coldly. "But, I'm just glad I didn't die."
You felt a pair of lips quickly touch yours, much to your surprise. "You've got to be the bravest girlfriend ever!"
He sure did know how to take your angry flames and turn them into nothing but cinders. You sighed, closing your eyes.
You were such a sucker for flattery, especially when it came from your boyfriend.