Day 04 – On A Date
Malik linked arms with Mariku and snuggled up to him. "Okay, what do you want to do first? Roller coaster? Or roller coaster? Or maybe the roller coaster?" Mariku asked.
"First of all, I want ice cream."
"It's eight o'clock in the morning."
"So what? It's never too early for ice cream." They had driven two hours to get to the amusement park and even if Mariku had grumbled, because he had to get up so early, he could never deny any of Malik's requests. He wasn't mad enough to even try it.
"But then it's time for the roller coaster!"
"Why are you so eager?"
"I need something to wake me up. It's eight o'clock in the morning!"
"I thought the quickie would have been enough." Malik grinned.
"The drive was tiring." Mariku replied, also grinning.
Malik leaned close to Mariku's ear. "Do you want again?"
"Are you asking me this for real?"
"But first buy me ice cream."
"Anything you want, honey." They strolled through the park, which was still quite empty. It was during the week, and so they were almost spared of children. Some families were already in the park though.
"What do you want?"
"Strawberry and vanilla."
"The strawberry and vanilla mix, please, and vanilla."
"Oh cotton candy. It is blue!"
"And cotton candy." He handed Malik his ice cream cone and carried his own together with the cotton candy.
Malik licked his ice cream gleefully while he admired the attractions with wide eyes. He had never been to an amusement park before and felt like a kid again. Malik snacked on cotton candy and grabbed Mariku's hand as he had finished his ice cream.
"Alight, which roller coaster first?" asked Mariku. His fingers were sticky and he tried to wipe them on his clothes.
"I think I'm sick," wailed Malik.
"I told you; too much sugar in the morning isn't good." Malik let go of Marikus's hand and sat down on a bench.
"Will you fetch me a drink?"
Mariku leaned down and kissed Malik. His lips were sticky. "I'll be right back."
He came back with a bottle of water, handed it to Malik and sat down next to him. Malik drank the bottle half empty and leaned back. "Are you feeling better?"
"A little, yes." Malik stretched himself and took another sip.
"Fine, what do you want to do? Before the queues get longer..."
"That one!" He pointed to the other side of the road.
"That one?" Mariku asked with a critical look.
"Are you afraid?" Malik grinned.
"Definitely not." Mariku pulled Malik to his feet and took the bottle from him. He drank it and threw it in the trash. Mariku straightened himself and stared at the building in front of him: a ghost train.
"Come on, Mariku." Malik grabbed his hand and pulled him to the entrance.
"Aren't you usually sitting in a car, or something?"
"No, you have to walk through for yourself." Joyful, he pushed open the door to the house of horrors. Only Mariku didn't look happy at all.
It was dark and Mariku's heart was thumping like mad. He was glad, he held Malik's hand. Malik screamed and then laughed while Mariku was only a step away from a panic attack. He regretted having eaten the ice cream. When was this finally over?
The dim light flickered and then went out completely. Mariku felt a cold breath on his cheek. Malik suddenly let go of his hand. "Malik?" hissed Mariku. "Malik, damn it." But Malik said nothing. Mariku tried to locate him in the darkness. He didn't dare to move or reach out for Malik. "Malik! Malik!" He wiped the sweat from his forehead. As something touched him on the shoulder he yelled in panic. Then he heard Malik's laughter in front of him. "You bastard!" Something touched him again, but if Malik was in front of him, whose hand was on his shoulder? The light flickered again and in the mirror on the wall, Mariku could see who was touching him. She was pale and too skinny for her dress. Her long black hair hung in her face and her fingernails were more like claws. Screaming Mariku broke free and clung to Malik, who shook with laughter. Again, the light went out and the woman was gone when it came back on.
Malik blinked against the sun as they left the house of horrors and wiped the tears from his cheeks. Mariku clung to his arm so hard that it hurt, but it didn't bother him. It was worth the pain. "I didn't know, you can be so cute," he chuckled.
"Shut up," Mariku hissed at him.
"Oh come on, that was funny!"
"Fuck you."
Malik paused and touched Mariku on the cheek. He stretched a little and kissed him. "I'll protect you."
"I hate you."
Malik kissed his friend again. "I love you too. And now I want a lollipop."
"Go buy one yourself." grumbled Mariku. He was still angry because Malik made fun of him. He hated horror. He hated, hated, HATED it!
Malik grinned. "But not that kind of lollipop…"