Whiplash = One-Shot =

= Whiplash =

I'm bringing it upon myself that every summer I try to publish a oneshot that involves summer fun based upon one of my own adventures of that year, using it as a sort-of prompt. I guess.
=====

"This was a bad idea." Alexander groaned, his body leaning to one side. He could feel the bile rising in his throat once again. He forced it down surprisingly, considering how tight his life vest was, "Yeah, really bad idea."

Before Alexander could gripe some more to himself the towline loosened, Alex's eyes went wide and he ducked deeper into his vest. He sat for a second before he jerked to the opposite side, almost slipping off the edge. His hands burned from the rough texture of the handles, though he was thankful for them for they were the only thing keeping him from the embrace of the chilly lake.

His eyes were closed, only because of the amount of water covering his face. His hair had been slicked back by the water mixed with the wind created by the speed they were going. He heard the sound of water hitting canvas and he ducked as painfully speedy and cold droplets assaulted him, The Hailstorm, is what they call it.

Alex swong out deep left and skimmed the top of the waves, which send him flying for a second. In a panic he scrambled for one of the canvas handles. He grabbed it as gravity took effect, sending him slamming into the 'safe haven' know as the water tube. That was definitely going to bruise later. He had finally had enough.

If you saw him you would assume he was dead. His eyes closed, mouth pulled into a grimace of pain, knuckles white, and all-around sickly. And maybe, he thought trough the pain, dying would feel the same.

Alexander felt the speed slow down and he took this chance to wipe his eyes. He opened them a squint and looked ahead. They were heading into dock. The somewhat old wooden water structure had a few worn-down, slightly curling bumpers with small mayflies resting on them.

Leading the tube was a white and dusty gold painted waverunner. A black bumper surrounded the rim of the foot space, just above the floats and jet. Exaust from the engine made its way into Alex's lungs and he coughed as they started pulling the line connecting the tube to the waverunner in so he could escape the tube.

Sitting backwards on the waverunner facing Alex was Peggy. She was supposed to be safety, but after a while she didn't care as long as Alex didn't fall out. Her yellow life jacket matched her swimsuit, even though the short yellow skirt barely showed. She was beaming bright while pulling in the bright goldenrod polyester rope.

John was helping tie the waverunner to the dock until the next ride and helping Peggy pull the rope. He was in his swim trunks and a simple grey tee-shirt, since he had yet to go into the water.

Hercules was trying to jump onto the dock from the one foot point in the water. He was screaming about how he so desperately wanted to go next.

Lafayette was standing up, all heroic lifeguard like, overseeing everyone through his blue-tinted sunglasses. Slightly dripping, since he had just gotten out of the water, barely ahead of Herc.

"How was your ride?" Madison asked. He was sitting in a chair, next to the cooler and speaker, still in normal clothes. He held out a water bottle that was still dripping with ice from the cooler.

"He's still alive?" Thomas drawled. He was sunning himself in the chair next to Madison. Pushing down his sunglasses he looked at Hamilton. He clicked his tongue, "Pity."

Alexander had zero patience to deal with Thomas. So he took the cold water Madison had offered him and opened it, pouring almost the entire thing directly onto Thomas. Jefferson screamed, and it echoed all the way across the lake and them some, probably.