Scömìche One-Shots

Waterpark

"God dammit, Scott!" Mitch playfully scolds, hitting my arm. "The Waterpark already closed."

"It's not my fault they close so early!" I defend. "You can't blame me," Mitch crosses his arms and refuses eye contact.

"Come on, we can still go on literally anything else. You know that the Waterpark is only half of this place. There are rides and roller coasters, plus, food," I try, though Mitch doesn't budge.

I remember something we haven't been on, and I immediately smile. I make a mental note to bring Mitch by there before we leave. For now, might as well let him get revenge on me. "Hey, there's still a lot. Come on. We can do bumper cars? You can ram the fuck out of me if you want?" I suggest, trying to get him to lighten up a bit.

"I guess that would be fun. Fine," Mitch agrees, sighing as I pull him by the arm to the bumper cars.

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"Oh, fuck you," I laugh as Mitch traps me in with multiple other people, not allowing me to move. When they finally back out, turning their attention elsewhere, I glare at Mitch and try to charge full speed at him, laughing when it only goes about 3 miles an hour.

After spending a while trying to corner the other, the buzzer sounds and we park them before getting out.

"Come on, you had fun trying to trap me. And at one point, actually trapping me," I grin as he laughs lightly.

"Yeah, but I'm still upset I didn't get to push you into a pool," he states, his voice indicating blame.

"You know what I'm upset about? We haven't gotten ice cream at all yet," I complain. "Can we please get ice cream now? I've waited all day."

"Fine, but you have to pay," Mitch smiles, knowing he got his way.

"Fine. Nothing new there," I joke, him hitting my arm again.

"Let's just go get the ice cream, you loser," he laughs. Pulling me toward the food cart. I order for him, knowing exactly what he'll want (and by the look on his face, I'm right). After ordering mine, I give the man at the cart the money and wait patiently off to the side.

About a minute later, he comes up to the window and hands us the cones with a smile. Mitch smiles back, but his eyes widen at the size of the ice cream cone.

"Holy shit, it's huge," he comments as I find us a small table in the shade and motion him over.

"Yeah, they're pretty big," I give him a look and he sighs, probably wishing he could hit me, but not having a free hand.

"You dick. Can't I eat one thing without you making a sex joke?" He chuckles, scooping a small spoonful of ice cream.

"Hey, blame my mind. It's not my fault I can't filter what I say," I defend, licking my ice cream and smiling at his angry expression.

"Just watch it, Hoying. It's going to get you in trouble sooner or later," he comments before licking his ice cream.

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After we're done with our ice cream, we go over and look for something to do.

"Hey, they have a photobooth over there," I point and he nods, probably only agreeing because there's nothing else we want to do right now. We walk over to the booth and put in the money, scooting onto the seat and closing the curtain.

"Effect, frame, or original?" I ask, him pointing to original in response. We get ready for the pictures and do different faces for each. I glance to my right, over his shoulder, and notice someone peering over in curiosity through the crack the curtain leaves. I hurriedly close the curtain, not noticing the camera taking our photo as I do.