"And what do you wanna do?" Katya asked me while she was checking her phone. At that time we were having breakfast at some mall and we had a ton of bags of clothes she had bought.
Suddenly, she grabbed my shoulder and started pulling it.
"Oh, shit. They have a Big Flags here. Let's go."
"What's that?" I asked.
"Don't you know? It's the amusement park with all those roller coasters."
"Oh… I've never been on those."
She stopped pulling my shoulder and stared at me in surprise.
"What the fuck did you expect? I was poor," I told her, and she stood up and pulled my arm.
"Let's go," she said. "Gotta go right now, before it gets too crowded."
"Okay, but take your things, 'cause I'm not carrying shit," I told her, and right at that moment that asshole let me go.
"Let me find a cab to take us there," that piece of shit said and let, pretending not to hear me. She left me with all those fucking bags that filled the chairs and practically the entire table we were sitting at. It wasn't the first time she'd done that to me, that asshole, and it wasn't going to be the first time I didn't give a fuck and left her things there. But she always got pissed at me and went back for her bags. They were almost never there, and no matter how many people we asked, nobody had seen them, especially of all those security guards, whose only job seemed to make sure I didn't steal anything.
One more disadvantage of being dark-skinned.
The thing is, she always pretended to be mad at me and stopped talking to me for several days.
What an asshole.
But anyway, at that moment I thought it would be better to spend the day at Big Flags than being bored in the hotel 'cause she didn't want to do anything anymore, so I grabbed her bags and left too.
"See? It's not that hard," that fucking piece of shit said to me when she saw me with her bags. She had already stopped a cab, and the driver put the bags in the trunk. "Now you just have to pay me for everything you've lost."
"Fuck off. I didn't lose shit. You were the one that left everything there."
"No, I always left you with all my stuff, and you always left it there. You have to pay me for them."
"I've never told you I was gonna take care of them," I said. "Fuck off."
"But you never told me you were gonna leave them there."
"I always tell you I'm not carrying shit," I said 'cause I've always told her that and she'd always pretend she didn't hear me
"Get in," she was already in the cab. "We're gonna leave you there."
That fucking brat. I got in a cab and we went to that Big Flags place. There was a huge line to get in, and the sun was beating down on our faces.
"Wow. I love this," I said sarcastically.
"We'll get in in no time," she said. "They have rides, a haunted house, and lots ofcoasters. The biggest one is the Exxtreme!!, and you really feel like you're gonna die when you ride it."
"Nah, you're such a drama queen," I told her 'cause sometimes she was such a drama queen. "Whenever the police are chasing us, you're always so scared."
She pushed me a bit and got a little mad.
"I barely yell anymore, and I bet you'll end up crying when we ride the Exxtreme!!"
"Nah, I'll probably suck."
After ages, we finally got to the ticket booth and bought our VIP passes. Once inside, we first stopped on one of those fairground games they give you a toy rifle and you have to shoot some empty bottles on the other side.
"You have ten shots," said the clerk.
I took the rifle and, even though I almost never used guns 'cause I don't need them, I did know how to use them.
"If I hit them all, then I don't owe you anything anymore," I told Katya, not 'cause I owed her shit, but so she would stop saying I did.
Before she said no, I shot.
But I missed.
Katya laughed at me, and I just stared at those fucking bottles. Why didn't I hit them?
Then I got it. I wasn't used to shooting at things that didn't move.
I loaded the rifle and shot at the bottles again and again, and I didn't miss. We got a stuffed bear as a prize.
"But you missed the first shot," she told me, and I pushed her a little bit.
"Shut up, you fucking brat."
After that we ate cotton candy. It was pretty good, but it was too sweet, so I got sick of it really quickly and my mouth ended up all sticky.
"Look: that's the Exxtreme!!" Katya pointed to the biggest coaster of them all. "But first let's go to this other one, the Exxtreme!!'s too scary for you."
"Scary my ass. Let's go," I grabbed her arm, and we went inside. "What's more, if I don't get scared, I won't owe you anything anymore."
The people who worked there put us in the cart's front row. When it got full, it started going really slowly upwards. When it reached the top, it went down way faster and swerved from side to side, but honestly, I found it really boring. It was like one those police chases Katya and I got used to, but without the danger of them catching us, and nobody was shooting at us. I turned to look at Katya, and she was almost as bored as I was.
We then went to the very top of the coaster and stayed there for a few seconds. The cart was pointing straight up at the sky, then it rolled backward and we went back like that to the very beginning. Everyone in the cart except Katya and me started screaming like they were dying. Fucking pussies.
We then got off the cart.
"There you go," I told her. "Your fucking coaster was shit. I don't owe you anything anymore."
"No, I never agreed," she answered. "And besides, I was pretty bored, and you probably closed your eyes," she suddenly grabbed my arm. "What's more, this one'll definitely scare you," she took me to the haunted house.
At first, we went through a dark hallway, and at the end, we entered a room where plastic bodies were hanging and red paint was everywhere. In the back were two robots; one looked like a killer pretending to cut the other one in half with a chainsaw while the latter writhed on a table. We could hear recorded screams and laughter.
I felt that Katya grabbed my arm tightly.
"Does this really scare people?" I asked, 'cause I'd been in real torture rooms and had seen scenes like that several times (and no, I never killed anyone like that 'cause I almost never used weapons. I already told you that, didn't I?). "It looks so fake. Besides, the worst thing about torture rooms is the smell of shit, blood, and everything else, not the screams or what you actually see. The smell is what sticks with you the longest. And that's why I always doused myself in perfume every time I left those places."
"You're next! Come closer!" said the robot that looked like a killer, and I went closer.
I thought someone was gonna come out and scare us, but I couldn't sense any aura in that room except our own, so there was nobody else there.
"Come closer!" that fucking robot kept saying, so I went closer and closer. Katya gripped my arm tighter and tighter and hid behind me. I was practically dragging her. The killer robot was moving the chainsaw up and down over and over again. It would stay at the top for a few seconds, then come down, stay there for a few seconds, and then go back up again. It trembled a little when it reached the top or the bottom.
When I reached the corner where the robot was, it stopped moving. I was sure it was gonna try to scare me at any moment, but that shit wasn't scary, so I moved a little closer and even put my hand on its plastic head.
"You think you gonna scare me, you motherfu—" Suddenly, the other robot, the one that was writhing, stood up and yelled at my face. I wasn't expecting that, but it didn't scare me. I just reacted like someone who always has to be on edge. If you sleep, you die, and if someone or something tries to surprise you like that, you cast a spell on them, so they learn their fucking place. And that's what I did: I ended up destroying it, the other robot, and the wall behind them.
And just for that we were banned from Big Flags.
Once outside, Katya ordered a car on an app to get a ride back to the hotel, and we waited on the sidewalk.
"You took my bags out of the cab, right?" she asked me.
"Why would I do that? They were your bags," I said, and that piece of shit pretended to be offended and turned her back on me. "If you forgot them, that's your fault. I didn't lose them here, okay? You left them in the cab. And besides, I wasn't scared either on the coaster or in that house. I don't owe you anything anymore, so don't bother me about this again, you fucking brat," I told her, but she didn't even look at me or speak to me again for the rest of the day.