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"Hi, Neal, I don't know if you like, know me," Archie says, words fumbling over each other because his mouth clearly isn't able to keep up with his thoughts, "but, you should know by now, I am scared out of my socks by roller coasters."
Neal's hands tighten reflexively on the lap bar. The adrenaline's already searing through his veins, making his fingers shake and his ears hum, and when he feels the purr of the motor vibrate the bar, his heart jumps, just a little. "Good thing you aren't wearing any socks then, I guess," he grins.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Archie move his legs to the side so he can glance down at his feet, which are bare and tucked into flip flops, and then he exhales shortly and says, "That is definitely not the point, Neal! The point is that... is that..."
"See, you can't even remember your point," Neal says.
"I can't believe you forced me to get on this-stupid ride with you," Archie says under his breath.
"I didn't force you," Neal says. He glances amusedly at Archie. "What's wrong? Do you tend to get mad when you're nervous, or something?"
"This isn't nervousness," Archie argues, and the jiggling of his leg is starting to shake the entire car. Neal rests his hand on Archie's knee. "This is total, genuine, straight-up fear, okay. I've always been afraid of roller coasters. I'm more of a Tilt-A-Whirl guy!"
Neal watches as the coaster attendants make their way back from a couple rows ahead, checking everyone's seat belts and lap bars. "You've got your seat belt on, right?"
"Yes, I have my seat belt on," Archie deadpans. "For the fifth time."
Neal barely, barely, keeps from snorting. "Well, sorry that I care about your safety on this ride."
"I know you're trying not to laugh right now," Archie says. "You are so mean to me."
"Archuleta," Cook says from the row in front of them. He twists his head over the headrest. "I think you're making a far bigger deal out of this than necessary. It's just a roller coaster, not a death machine."
"They're pretty much the same thing!" Archie says. The incredibly long line of people waiting for the roller coaster sort of titter, and a few people at the front are covering their faces with their hands, watching the whole scenario take place, and when Archie notices them, it only increases the level of flailing.
"Arch."
He looks up at Neal, wide-eyed, almost breathless in his fear, swallowing, clenching onto the lap bar.
"You are going to be fine," Neal tells him. "You are going to be safe. I'm here."
Archie nods jerkily.
"Plus," Cook adds, "the coaster only lasts for 6.5 seconds-and it's so, so fast, it'll go by so quickly-" And Neal has never wanted to fucking throttle Cook as much as he does right now.
Because Archie reverts quickly back to his the-world-is-going-to-end phase, scrabbling at his seat belt and saying, "Oh my gosh, I can't do this, I can't do this, I am going to die-"
"Archie," Neal says.
"I mean, I always knew I was going to die at some point, everyone dies at some point, but I never imagined I'd die on a roller coaster-"
"Arch," Neal says.
The coaster attendants are at the main booth, now, pressing buttons onto a keypad.
"I never even got to say goodbye to my parents!-"
The attendants have finished pressing buttons, and are biting their lips, grinning at each other, and Neal knows that any second the car will go shooting off at 100mph, so it's now or never-
"Babe," he says, soft and sure, and Archie stares helplessly up at him, and he says, "I got you," and puts his hands overtop Archie's on the lap bar, and kisses him.
I AM SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO COMMENT TO THIS.
BUT I LOVE THIS.
SO.
HARD.
HOW DO I FAVORITE YOUR WORDS. I WANT THEM ALL IN GREEDY HUGE GULPS.
"Plus," Cook adds, "the coaster only lasts for 6.5 seconds-and it's so, so fast, it'll go by so quickly-" And Neal has never wanted to fucking throttle Cook as much as he does right now.
LOLZED. FOREVER.
"Babe," he says, soft and sure, and Archie stares helplessly up at him, and he says, "I got you," and puts his hands overtop Archie's on the lap bar, and kisses him.
And they're off.
CLAP. FING. CLAP.
OMG.
THE BIGGEST BOLDEST FONT IN THE WORLD COULD NEVER DESCRIBE MY LOVE FOR YOU.
AWWW :DDDDDD BUT I TOTALLY LOL'D NGL. ARCHIE CHECKING HIS FEET, AND FREAKING OUT IS WAY TOO ADORABLE. AND COOK IS TERRIBLE, HAHAHA. POOR NEAL. :DDDD NEAL IS A SOFTIE THOUGH. ♥
"Hi, Neal, I don't know if you like, know me," Archie says, words fumbling over each other because his mouth clearly isn't able to keep up with his thoughts, "but, you should know by now, I am scared out of my socks by roller coasters."
Neal's hands tighten reflexively on the lap bar. The adrenaline's already searing through his veins, making his fingers shake and his ears hum, and when he feels the purr of the motor vibrate the bar, his heart jumps, just a little. "Good thing you aren't wearing any socks then, I guess," he grins.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Archie move his legs to the side so he can glance down at his feet, which are bare and tucked into flip flops, and then he exhales shortly and says, "That is definitely not the point, Neal! The point is that... is that..."
"See, you can't even remember your point," Neal says.
"I can't believe you forced me to get on this-stupid ride with you," Archie says under his breath.
"I didn't force you," Neal says. He glances amusedly at Archie. "What's wrong? Do you tend to get mad when you're nervous, or something?"
"This isn't nervousness," Archie argues, and the jiggling of his leg is starting to shake the entire car. Neal rests his hand on Archie's knee. "This is total, genuine, straight-up fear, okay. I've always been afraid of roller coasters. I'm more of a Tilt-A-Whirl guy!"
Neal watches as the coaster attendants make their way back from a couple rows ahead, checking everyone's seat belts and lap bars. "You've got your seat belt on, right?"
"Yes, I have my seat belt on," Archie deadpans. "For the fifth time."
Neal barely, barely, keeps from snorting. "Well, sorry that I care about your safety on this ride."
"I know you're trying not to laugh right now," Archie says. "You are so mean to me."
"Archuleta," Cook says from the row in front of them. He twists his head over the headrest. "I think you're making a far bigger deal out of this than necessary. It's just a roller coaster, not a death machine."
"They're pretty much the same thing!" Archie says. The incredibly long line of people waiting for the roller coaster sort of titter, and a few people at the front are covering their faces with their hands, watching the whole scenario take place, and when Archie notices them, it only increases the level of flailing.
"Arch."
He looks up at Neal, wide-eyed, almost breathless in his fear, swallowing, clenching onto the lap bar.
"You are going to be fine," Neal tells him. "You are going to be safe. I'm here."
Archie nods jerkily.
"Plus," Cook adds, "the coaster only lasts for 6.5 seconds-and it's so, so fast, it'll go by so quickly-" And Neal has never wanted to fucking throttle Cook as much as he does right now.
Because Archie reverts quickly back to his the-world-is-going-to-end phase, scrabbling at his seat belt and saying, "Oh my gosh, I can't do this, I can't do this, I am going to die-"
"Archie," Neal says.
"I mean, I always knew I was going to die at some point, everyone dies at some point, but I never imagined I'd die on a roller coaster-"
"Arch," Neal says.
The coaster attendants are at the main booth, now, pressing buttons onto a keypad.
"I never even got to say goodbye to my parents!-"
The attendants have finished pressing buttons, and are biting their lips, grinning at each other, and Neal knows that any second the car will go shooting off at 100mph, so it's now or never-
"Babe," he says, soft and sure, and Archie stares helplessly up at him, and he says, "I got you," and puts his hands overtop Archie's on the lap bar, and kisses him.
And they're off.
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BUT I LOVE THIS.
SO.
HARD.
HOW DO I FAVORITE YOUR WORDS. I WANT THEM ALL IN GREEDY HUGE GULPS.
"Plus," Cook adds, "the coaster only lasts for 6.5 seconds-and it's so, so fast, it'll go by so quickly-" And Neal has never wanted to fucking throttle Cook as much as he does right now.
LOLZED. FOREVER.
"Babe," he says, soft and sure, and Archie stares helplessly up at him, and he says, "I got you," and puts his hands overtop Archie's on the lap bar, and kisses him.
And they're off.
CLAP. FING. CLAP.
OMG.
THE BIGGEST BOLDEST FONT IN THE WORLD COULD NEVER DESCRIBE MY LOVE FOR YOU.
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