A/N: Having felt rather… ah, inspired by Sempai's story, Whammy Wheel, I decided to write something that depicted my own adventures in California. While my "stranger" partner and I had not been alone, it seemed like it since we always rode together on rides. XD However, I felt everything that Matt feels in this story. So, enjoy.

Day one: DisneyLand.

What he hated most about this rotten place was not the small children running about, or the rides that scared him half to death- no, it was the fact that the California was muggy and that the amusement park was so ridiculously large. Oh, and the fact that he was paired up with a completely stranger, of course. None the less, he found some energy to enjoy himself on all the rides, even the ones that he was afraid of because of their height. However, he never felt afraid of a ride because of its height- that is, unless he sat in the front on a roller coaster that had steep hills- he was always propelled by adrenaline to drag his stranger of a "partner" on the fastest rides.

As of current, he was standing, miserable, in line for a ride that he always felt like he could go on, exhilarated or not. Space Mountain. Hell, his only fear about this ride was sticking his hands in the air- it was so dark that he would probably smack his long limbs into a random plank of wood that held the roller coaster together. He impatiently tapped his foot on the cement floor- which, to his great amusement, was bothering his stranger partner- as they waited to get inside the air conditioned part of the ride. His fingers were twitching at his sides, a sign that he adrenaline rush was slowly depleting.

"The hell," he droned, clenching and unclenching his twitching hands. His stranger partner raised an eyebrow. "Why does this ride have to be so popular?" the red head snarled as his companion pushed up his glasses.

"If it wasn't popular, than you probably wouldn't want to be riding it either, would you?" the raven asked in an apathetic tone. The goggled teen stared at his companion and then shrugged, seeing as the other teen had a point. He shoved his hand in his pocket and withdrew a lollipop. "Ugh…." he looked up from unwrapping the candy at the spectacle-wearing teen in confusion.

"Something the matter?" he asked, shoving the lollipop into his mouth.

"Nothing…"

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Day two: DisneyLand.

"Why is it that you always pick the ride that everyone wants to go on?" Mikami hissed, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. Matt merely shrugged, removing his goggles from his head so they could lay limp around his neck.

"Maybe cause I like all the cool rides? Y'know, the fast ones and stuff?" he waved his arms, then wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Though, I must admit, it's absolutely dreadful out here… good thing we're going on the log ride, ne?" Mikami glared when he grinned.

"We are so getting food after this," the older deadpanned, crossing his arms. Matt shrugged again, agreeing.

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Day three: California Adventure.

This was, by far, the worst day that they'd had on their trip. For a moment, the red head dearly wanted a fan. But alas, he was almost broke, and he needed money for food on the way back home. Fanning himself with his hand, Matt hopped back and forth from each foot.

"Why-why're we going on this one again?" he asked, laughing nervously as he stared up at the large ride.

"Afraid?" Mikami sneered.

"NO!" Matt yelled, catching the eyes of a few people. He looked around for a moment, and then noticed. "HEY WAIT! Why are you not coming with me!?" he shouted, flailing his arms.

"You think I'm going on the ones that move?" Matt froze in his spot, his sweat turning cold.

"T-th-the ones that m-mo-move?" he stuttered, eyes wide. Mikami smirked, pushing his glasses up and nodded. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" he shouted. After being told to shut up, Mat was forced into a moving car. Alone. Mikami boarded the still car behind him. Glaring and clutching at the cage, Matt sat, frightened, in the swaying Ferris wheel car as it began its journey up.

"Try not to cry, Matt-san!" he heard the raven call from his car below him. He grit his teeth.

"Fuck-" and at that moment, the car lurched forward, and Matt was sent into the other side of the car. "YOU!?" he screamed, clutching the back as the car swung backwards. He heard Mikami's uncharacteristic laughing below him. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" he claimed again, trying to calm his nerves.

"If they can pry you off that cage!" Mikami shouted back, still laughing insanely. Matt grumbled something and let go, then went back to clinging because he began to move up further.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he whispered, trying to calm himself still. As he neared the top, Matt was almost used to the lurching of his car. He glanced out of the car and tilted his head to the side. "I bet it'd be pretty when it's dark…" he murmured. The car began to make its way down, and Matt sighed in relief. However, once the car lurched again, he was thrown back to the other side of it, because he had not been frantically clutching at the cage.

"Oh? You're still alive!" he heard Mikami chortle, and he seethed.

"Shut the hell up!" he called to the other teen. As he got to the bottom, he was fully relieved… until they didn't stop. "WHAT!? NO!" he screamed, grabbing the cage again.

"What? Don't you know that Ferris wheels go around twice?" the raven managed over his chuckles.

"YOU ARE SO DEAD."

A/N: And yes, I really was that afraid of the rocking Ferris wheel cars. I hope you enjoyed laughing at my misfortnuate happenings in DisneyLand/California Adventure. XD