Road to Recovery

-9- Road to Recovery

Once they made it to the amusement park. No one was happy.

Later on the car ride, Steve was annoying Chris so much that Chris almost pulled over to beat him up.

"I said I was sorry Chrissy poo" Steve said hugging Chris from behind. They were walking around eating cotton candy.

"Get off me, Stevey dear" Chris said so threateningly..

"Only if you give me a kiss darling, come on and pucker up" Steve rested his chin on his forehead and kissed him on the cheek. Chris rolled his eyes.

"I'm not gay, Steve. Stop kissing me" Steve made sobbing noises. 

Joanne was getting a kick out it. She laughed so hard that her stomach was hurting.

"You sure you're alright?" Drew asked her. She nodded.

She wrapped an arm around his neck and she rested her head against his.

"Thank you for caring. I really do appreciate it. I'm so happy that they're people that I can rely on. So thank you Drew" she gave him a peck on the forehead and he blushed 7 tints of  scarlett.

"Ooh, I envy you Drew. Seems like I got competition, babe (Chris). But I won't lose. You're going down Drew. I'll be the one to take her panties off" he said proudly. Joanne glared at him.

"Babe, she's scaring me with her glare what should I do? Talk to her please" Steve said still behind Chris.Only this time, Steve slumped his arms past Chris's shoulder and he held his wrists and dragged him.

"Joanne, apologize for scaring my beloved, Steve" Chris said, not forgetting his sarcasm.

"I'm sorry for scaring you're beloved. Drew let's get outta here we don't need them. They're only a nuisance" Joanne suggested.

"Yeah, let's go. You couple can consider this a date" Drew said to Chris and Steve. Chris waved his hand.

"Fine we're leaving. Let's go, boo" Steve said and they left.

"Where to?" Drew asked.

"Hmm, I heard that this Playland was famous for its ice cream. Let's go get some" she offered.

"Then we're off!" Drew started running, "Race you! Young people like me can run fast, don't you know?"

In Joanne's mind this is what she heard.

Race you! Old hags like you need a cane before they can consider walking. Come on Old Grey Hag, not fast enough!?

"Hey, you little piss off! Don't underestimate me! I was on the track team!" Joanne sprinted past Drew within seconds.

"Crap, seems like my head start was nothing" he told himself. He sped up to her.

"Heh!? How you like me now!? Thought I couldn't run? Well you're wrong! AAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH" Joanne yelled. One thing about her quiet character is that she's very competitive.

"Now that's the spirit! Hehehe, seems like you're getting tired. You know you fell for my trap, right?" Drew chuckled. Then he slowed down.

"HUH!? WHAT'RE YOU TALKIN' 'BOUT BOY?" she shouted.

"Miss, can you please keep it down?" a guy said. He wore a hoodie and dressed like a thug. His hair was a messy brown and he wore dark shades.

"Sorry" she muttered in embarrassment, "what is this trap you're talking about, Drew?" her voice was lower.

"The ice cream place is in the opposite direction" he chuckled. Joanne's eyebrow twitched.

"Oi, you're joking right?" she stared at the ground, "RIGHT, PUNK!?"