𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ─ 𝐑. 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒

Saturday, 14 March 2009: 32 days until the guys leave

⊱ ────── {⋆♬⋆} ────── ⊰

Soundtrack
Main track:
Absolutely Smitten by dodie

Supplementary Tracks:
• I'm Yours by Jason Mraz
• About The Boy by Little Mix
• Space Bound by Eminem
• Can I Be Him by James Arthur

⊱ ────── {⋆♬⋆} ────── ⊰

"I can't do this," you breathed shakily as you clutched your stomach, a wave of nausea passing through you.

"Yes, you can," (Y/B/F) encouraged, gently gripping your arm and guiding you towards the metal death-trap a few steps away.

You planted your feet firmly in the mixture of soil and loose gravel on the ground and shook your head violently. "No, I can't!"

(Y/B/F) groaned in exasperation and pinched the bridge of her nose, shutting her eyes. "(Y/N), how the hell are you expecting to become a tour guide when you haven't even done half of the touristy stuff in your own city?"

"I've done all of the touristy stuff in my own city!" you defended, folding your arms protectively over your chest as your eyes darted to the cable car a little way away. "Well, everything except this."

"Exactly!" (Y/B/F) once again gripped your arm and began guiding – well, to be honest, it was more like pushing – you towards the car; you increased the pressure of your feet on the ground, trying to cement yourself in one spot as best as you could, but (Y/B/F) had exceptionally powerful strength, and she managed to manoeuvre you forward, right up until the door of the cart, where you then proceeded to grip onto the sides of the doorframe, avoiding entry. "(Y/N)," (Y/B/F) huffed while trying to push you inside, "you have to do this! It's a milestone for any South African!"

"A milestone that I'm perfectly fine surpassing!" (Y/B/F) let out a grunt as she increased her efforts in getting you inside, and you clenched your teeth as you tried your hardest to remain unmoving. "Ya know, you'd think that as my best friend, you'd be supportive of my unwillingness to be suspended thousands of metres in the air, but nooooo, you'd much rather watch me go into cardiac arrest!"

The pressure of (Y/B/F)'s hands on your back suddenly disappeared; she'd stopped pushing you. Making the mistake of thinking that you'd won, you loosened your grip on the doorframe and turned around with a triumphant smile.

Bad idea.

(Y/B/F) let out a short, yet effective, war cry before lunging forward and spearing you in the midsection, knocking you off of your feet and backwards into the car. You landed hard on your backside with an 'oof'; (Y/B/F) jumped up onto her feet almost immediately, tossing you a smirk and moving to block you from the exit.

"Tief," you insulted, snarling at her as you slowly got up and dusted yourself off.

Her smirk simply grew as she stuck her tongue out at you. Sighing in defeat, you made your way over to the little bench on the side of the car. You knew that there was no escaping now; (Y/B/F) would wrestle you to the ground and hold you in a submission lock the entire ride up the mountain if you even so much as tried to run away. Deciding that the best thing to do would be to just close your eyes and try to think of anything else but the extreme height you would soon be suspended from, you relaxed slightly in your seat as you inhaled deeply, your eyelids fluttering shut.

A few moments later, you heard the sound of other people entering the car. From what you could make out without opening your eyes, there were four of them, all male, all American.  They were laughing and chattering excitedly, clearly looking forward to the activity – unlike you. (Y/B/F) took her seat next to you and her fingers squeezed your forearm for a couple seconds before she retracted them, clasping her hands together over her crossed legs.