Rollercoaster's
Greg and Sara get stuck on a rollercoaster, this will definitely prove interesting…
Sandle fic of course. Characters aren't mine and never will be, nor am I responsible for anything Greg starts singing…
Chapter 3: 12: 58 am
"Has it been seven hours yet?" Sara asked; her head against the metal handrail in front of them.
Greg shook his head. "Almost 1 a.m." he replied, glancing at his glow in the dark watch. "This is boring."
She looked up. "Ya think? I could be at home, in bed, asleep, Instead of freezing thirty feet off the ground, in a metal box." She said, rubbing her hands over her bare arms. "'Don't bring a jacket' my ass…" she mumbled.
Greg took off his jacket, giving it to her. "If you were cold all you had to do was say so."
"Now you're gonna freeze." She said, and attempted to return it to him.
He didn't move. "I'm fine. I'm not the one wearing a tank top." He reminded her.
She sighed in defeat, thanking him for the jacket again before slipping it on.
"I know!" Greg said a few moments later. "Let's play a game."
She shrugged, trying to think of a game they could possibly play whilst in their current situation. "Like?"
He was silent for a moment. "Good question."
Approximately three minutes passed before Greg got bored again. "I know! Let's play 'I Spy'," he suggested.
"Greg." Sara said, pointing in front of them. "We can only see one thing. That would be 'dark'. Game over." She reminded him. "Any other suggestions?"
He frowned, thinking of something else. "How about… the lyrics game."
Sara blinked. "What might that be?" she asked.
"One of us picks a song and hums the lyrics to it. The other person has to guess what the song is and then it's their turn. So, can we play?" he asked.
"Yeah." She replied, shifting in the seat.
Greg smiled. "Okay. He hummed some random thing Sara didn't immediately recognize.
After a moment she realized what it was. "That song you always blasted in the lab. Ugh… Marilyn Manson. The Fight Song." She replied.
"How did you figure that out?" he asked.
She smirked. "Easy. It's one of the two Manson songs I know of that are relatively tame. My turn." She hummed something that Greg got not half a second later.
"Wake Me Up When September Ends," he answered. He hummed something else.
Sara hesitated for a second before answering. "Linkin Park. Numb." She took her turn.
"My Stupid Mouth. John Mayer." he started humming some odd tune that Sara didn't recognize.
After a moment as Greg progressed through the song, she gave up. "Not a clue." She admitted.
Greg grinned. "Hah! I win. O-Zone. Dragostea Din Tei, also known as the Numa Numa song." He said and launched into song yet again.
"What the hell? That's not even in English!" she complained.
He smiled. "Did we say it had to be?"
She frowned. "I thought it was implied."
He shook his head.
"Fine. Let's play The Quiet Game." She grinned, knowing it would bug the hell out of him.
He pouted. "But Sara…" he whined. "I hate quiet."
"Exactly the point, Greggo." She grinned. "And, go."
He glared at her. After a moment he grew bored again and poked her in the side, causing her to jump. "Eep!" she squeaked.
She glared back at him. "You're gonna pay for that one, Sanders." She growled, bopping him over the head.
Heh, this is fun to write. I'm still working on updates for Linger, Collide and A tale of two friends so hopefully I'll have those up soon. Remember to review
And incase anyone was wondering Dragostea Din Tei, one of the best songs ever, in my opinion is a real song and can be found on Youtube. Here are the lyrics.
Dragostea Din Tei Lyrics
Mi-a-hii
Mi-a-huu
Mi-a-haa
Mi-a-ha ha
Mi-a-hii
Mi-a-huu
Mi-a-haa
Mi-a-ha ha
Mi-a-hii
Mi-a-huu
Mi-a-haa
Mi-a-ha ha
Mi-a-hii
Mi-a-huu
Mi-a-haa
Mi-a-ha ha
Allo, salut, sint yel, un hydook,
she teraw, youbeera mah, primesh der, vericheera,
Allo, Allo, sint yel, Picasso,
Tiam dat beep, she sen voynic, un dar sege ti notes cher nimeek
Chorus
vrais a pleche dar numa numa i-ay
numa numa i-ay numa numa numa i-ay
kipul tow she dragosta din tay, ma mintesc day oki ti-ay
vrais a pleche dar numa numa i-ay
numa numa i-ay numa numa numa i-ay
kipul tow she dragosta din tay, ma mintesc day oki ti-ay
Desoon, set spoon, cheseet, ah kum
Allo, youbeera mah, sint yel, vericheera
Allo, Allo, sint yarshio, Picasso,
Tiam dat beep, she sen voynic, un dar sege ti notes cher nimeek
Chorus
vrais a pleche dar numa numa i-ay
numa numa i-ay numa numa numa iay
kipul tow she dragosta din tay, ma mintesc day oki ti-ay
vrais a pleche dar numa numa i-ay
numa numa i-ay numa numa numa i-ay
kipul tow she dragosta din tay, ma mintesc day oki ti-ay
Mi-a-hii
Mi-a-huu
Mi-a-haa
Mi-a-ha ha
Mi-a-hii
Mi-a-huu
Mi-a-haa
Mi-a-ha ha
Mi-a-hii
Mi-a-huu
Mi-a-haa
Mi-a-ha ha
Mi-a-hii
Mi-a-huu
Mi-a-haa
Mi-a-ha ha
Chorus
vrais a pleche dar numa numa i-ay
numa numa i-ay numa numa numa i-ay
kipul tow she dragosta din tay, ma mintesc day oki ti-ay
vrais a pleche dar numa numa i-ay
numa numa i-ay numa numa numa i-ay
kipul tow she dragosta din tay, ma mintesc day oki ti-ay
