Disclaimer: Blah, blah, blah, nothing is mine except the name of the coaster… That's it… Oh! And when they talk about the new dog, I got the idea from when I read another fan fic, named "Survey SAYS", just search thatand read Racetrack's survey answers. (Great fic by the way, the author is SpecsGlasses)

'Come on Spotty, it'll be fun!'

'First of all, don't call me Spotty; I'm not your dog. And second of all, not it won't be!'

'About that, can we call our new dog Spotty? Please! And yes, it is so safe!'

'No we won't call our little Racey Jr. SPOTTY! And…'

'WHOA, whoa, whoa we are NOT naming him Racey Jr.!'

'AND,the ride is called Blood-Curdling Coaster, for fucks sake! You know it's not safe

then!'

'Of course it's safe spotty-wotty; it has a safety bar and everything!'

Spot punches Racetrack in the arm

'Do. NOT. Call. Me. spotty-wotty!'

Racetrack pouts his adorable pout 'Pwease?'

'NO! And the reason they have a safety bar, is because it's not safe!'

Race put his arm around Spot's waist and gently started to kiss his neck. Spot felt a shiver

go down his spine as it always happened when Racetrack got romantic on him. Spot would never admit it, but he loved every second of it, and Racetrack knew it!

As they got to the ticket-man, Spot pushed Race away slightly.

Ticket-man: 'Hold on their gent, I need to see if you reach the height requirement.'

Spot could hear Race chuckling behind him, and he could feel his face becoming more and more red, the color mostly reserved for Blink when Mush was silently flirting with him.

Ticket-man: 'Ok, you're good, enjoy the ride.'

Race was snickering when he said: 'You're lucky.'

'How am I lucky?'

'Well, if you hadn't been wearing those shoes, you wouldn't have been able to get in.'

Spot looked down at his new shoes that Race got him as his birthday present and realized they we're lifted at least half an inch. Spot turned around and was headed toward the ticket-man when Race realized what Spot was going to do.

'Oh no my love, your staying wit me.'

Spot grudgingly accepted his undeniable fate.

'Don't look like that my sexy elf. It'll be loads of fun.'

The nickname "sexy elf" was reserved for only Racetrack, even though everyone else knew about it.

'You know how much I hate fucking roller coasters.'

'Oh, I remember now, you're scared of heights.'

'I am NOT scared of heights, they just make me nervous.'

Race and Spot got into their seats in the back

'Don't worry; you have your sexy lil'Italian here to protect you.'

'The main word is "little".'

'When we get home, we'll do whatever you wanna do.'

'The thing with you and the bedposts and the rope?'

'Yes that too.'

Spot started yelling at the man at the buttons

'Come on when will it start?'

Race started to laugh. Finally the machine started to move, up, up, until Spot was clutching Race until it was almost painful, almost.

'Why did I go on this thing again?'

'Because you love me.'

'Why do I love you? I've seem to have forgotten.'

Race laughed again