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 4: 1: 09 am

"Can we play a different game?" he begged a few minutes later.

She sighed. "Yeah, sure. Any ideas?"

"How about 'Which is worse?'?" he suggested.

She thought for a moment. "Alright."

He grinned, happy that she'd agreed. "Okay, Which is worse: Getting your tongue stuck to a pole or your head stuck in a bucket?"

"Ugh… Tongue." She replied. "Eating dog intestines or rotten eggs?"

He thought that one over a minute. "Eggs. I've already covered the cannibalism thing, remember…" he reminded her.

She laughed, "Your turn."

"Being stuck in a dark room alone, or in a well-lit room with Michael Jackson?"

She shuddered. "Dark, definitely the dark."

Greg smiled. "I thought so."

"Not being able to fall asleep at a sleepover when everyone else is or falling asleep first and being duct-taped to the floor, having lights shone in your eyes and hearing the word 'truck'," Sara said.

"Hmm… I sense the duct tape mishap might be a bit more embarrassing." He answered. "Hearing a song you hate on the radio and not being able to turn it off, or a song you love that you can't turn up?"

She laughed. "I just lived through that one… Not being able to turn it off, without a doubt."

He stuck his tongue out at her.

Sara thought for a moment. "Stuck in an elevator or a rollercoaster?"

He grinned. "As long as I'm stuck with you I could care less where I'm stuck. Though I'd prefer here, as I'm claustrophobic…" he mused. "Not doing something and regretting it the rest of your life, or doing it and having it screw up the rest of your life?"

"I'd regret not doing it more." She replied. "Insomnia or Narcolepsy?"

He laughed, "That's easy. Narcolepsy, everyone on grave is already an insomniac…" he reminded her, his mind drifting as he thought of another question. "Asking someone out and being rejected or never taking the chance to ask?"

"Again, I'd regret not asking more." She said, grinning. "Boxers or Briefs?"

He shook his head. "I prefer boxers." He laughed, his face going several different shades of red. "Ugh…locking yourself out of your car or your house?"

She laughed. "I did that last week, locked myself out of my apartment… Glad I gave my neighbor the extra key. Having braces or crooked teeth?"

"As I said, five years of suffering but, damn, was it worth it," he flashed her a smile, causing her to grin back. "Death by frozen milk carton or death by panda?" he said randomly.

She laughed. "What kind of question is that?" she bit her lip in an attempt to regain her composure.

He smirked. "Something I'd ask, obviously." He replied.


Well, they managed to go that long without an argument… that's it for tonight, it's … O.o 4 am… Night! And don't forget to review!