Scott and Mitch were cuddling on the couch, watching YouTube together. Mitch put on a video of a ride at an amusement park. It twisted and turned, flipping upside down and around. Mitch loved watching videos like this. It was like ASMR. But not really.
"We should go to Six Flags or something, just the two of us. You can't say no." Scott grabbed Mitch's hand.
SKIP AHEAD A FEW WEEKS, WHEN THEY ACTUALLY GO.
"Look at that roller coaster!" Scott gripped Mitch's hand and swung it around like a small child might.
"Okay."
"We're going on it!" Scott dragged Mitch to the line.
"No-" Mitch was terrified. Too many people, too big of a ride, too much. The line was about fifteen minutes long. Mitch loved looking at Scott getting excited like a little kid, but his stomach was in knots.
"We're next!" Scott whispered whend they got to the front of the line.
"I'm scared. I can't do it. I'm going." Mitch turned to walk away as the vehicle rolled in.
"No." Scott dragged Mitch into the seat next to him and pushed down the guard.
"You little-" Mitch was scared. Scott looked at him as he locked himself in. "I'm going to throw up. It's inevitable." Mitch gripped Scott's hands as his eyes glossed with tears. The park workers were making sure everyone was safe and in. Suddenly, they were moving.
"Ready?" Scott asked. They tilted backwards as they began to climb.
"No. No. No." As they climbed, Mitch's stomach got worse and he breathed really hard. Suddenly, they were falling. Scott was laughing, but Mitch was screaming, shrieking with fear. He was going to die. He hated the ride. They were upside down, going so fast. Then it was over after forever of torture.
"How'd you like it?" Scott asked as they slowed to a stop.
"No," Mitch mumbled, trying to keep his mouth closed, for fear he would vomit.
"It was fun. Let's do another." Scott held Mitch's small and sweaty hand, when he let go. Mitch ran to a trash can nearby and heaved. He sat on the bench next to it, shaking.
"Never again," Mitch said as Scott sat and started rubbing his back.
"I'm sorry, baby. Let's go get some food. There are a ton of stalls." Scott pointed to food stalls. The thought of food made Mitch feel sick again.
"Ok." Mitch stood on shaky legs, gripping Scott's hand for both moral and physical support. The hundreds of people stressed Mitch out. He clung onto Scott, staying safe..
"Jesus, you're pale. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you go on that ride." Scott kissed Mitch on the head as they got in line at a churros stall.
"Damn right." Mitch leaned on Scott, still feeling weak.
"You still love me?"
"I will tonight," Mitch grinned provocatively at Scott as the color began returning to his cheeks.
"Stop." Scott mussed Mitch's hair and he giggled, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.
