So, I got a review about how they loved the FAX in this story... and I'm sorry to say that there isn't going to be FAX in this one. I don't do the mushy relationship stuff very well as you can see if you've read my other fanfics. And, this really just isn't one of those relationship kind of stories, so they're just close friends I guess? If that makes sense... sorry to disappoint you FAX lovers out there.
Since I haven't updated in a while, you get the awesome pleasure of multiple chapters today :P Enjoy
Disclaimer: I own nothing MR related
If you haven't been to six flags at least once in your life, you have not lived. There's nothing like going to an amusement park that isn't very crowded, hardly any lines and a ton of huge ass roller coasters! For anyone who hasn't been to the one in Colorado, it isn't as awesome as six flags over Dallas, just so you know, I highly suggest going to six flags over Dallas...
We spent hours at the park, running from one side to the other multiple times. Constantly having to drag Fang to the front car and being polar opposites. He'd scream and hold onto the safety bar as if it were his life line, while I'd try and get him to keep his hands up. I'd managed to drag him onto the batman (six flags over Dallas ride, it's amazing) and laughed as we dropped and he screamed he hated me, only to have him ask to go on it again once it was over.
He didn't know I had read the message, and I tried my best to not bring it up. But keeping it to myself was getting hard to do... the only thing that made it easy was watching him have a lot of fun.
"I feel like i'm going to be sick" he groaned
"Well, you did eat a crap ton of junk food... and it probably doesn't help that we're laying upside down right now." I muttered, swinging my feet back and forth
"Why must you be a smart ass Max?"
"Because being a dumbass would suck. I'd get nowhere in life! I'd be a hobo living in a refrigerator box thinking it was a mansion. Do you want to see me living in a refrigerator box thinking it's a mansion? No, therefore I must be a smart ass so that I never become a hobo"
He looked at me as if I were insane, his face turning slightly red from lack of oxygen, "You're such a smart ass..."
"We've established that already." I mumbled, sitting up and swinging my feet around until they were planted on the ground once more
"You know what I want to be when I grow up?" I asked, looking down at Fang
"You can grow up? Who knew that was possible..." I shoved him off the bench until he fell to the grass, watching him stand up quickly and shove me in return
"Who's being immature now!" He laughed then sat back on the bench, signalling for me to continue
"I want to be a roller coaster designer, and a lot of other things, but mostly that right now."
"Well, go to roller coaster college then, and if that doesn't work there's always clown college" I punched him in the shoulder and then we both took off to get in lines again, staying there until closing
Setting out on the road after spending the day at six flags, we managed to pull into our shitty town on Wednesday afternoon, three days before Christmas. Dropping Fang off at his house I sat in my drive way, not wanting to go inside and face whatever might be waiting for me on the behind the door. Finally catching my nerve, I shut the car off and walked to the porch. Opening the door as quietly as I could, I looked around before closing it behind me and heading upstairs. I was free for tonight at least.
Only a few more chapters people... grab your tissues and prepare yourself for the end. R&R please?