ambitious amusement

"Frank!" I heard the guys exclaim as they crowded around me quickly.

"Ugh." I groaned, picking up my weak body off the ground. I was still winded and my vision was blurred. I struggled to keep balance as I stood. Ray and Gerard brushed leaves and dirt off my back.

"Uh guys, we-we gotta-" Mikey began to stutter, struggling to get the words out as he stared into the sky. All of us followed his gaze and there he was, the security guard running down the steel steps as fast as he could. "Run!" Mikey blurted out.

"FUCK." I yelled a bit too harshly, causing me to choke on my breath. I had really taken a beating from that fall.

"Oh hell." Gerard rolled his eyes and took my hand, yanking my arm behind him as we all started to run. "I'm the one with a bag full of liquor bottles weighing me down and you can't run for shit!"

"Mother... fucker.." I spat, winded. I pulled my hand from his and picked up the pace. "I just fucking fell two stories in a damn thorn bush and I'm weighing you down?"

"Guys, this isn't the time to fight!" Ray yelled out as he ran between us. "Follow me." He said, turning a sharp corner. We stopped under a hut outside of a burger place that wasn't open yet. It was a discrete enough spot, the security guards could easily walk by and not spot us. "We have to come up with a game plan."

"Do you think they'll be looking for us all day?" Mikey asked as he sat down at the table.

"Doubt it. They'll have other problems they have to deal with." Ray spoke confidently, joining Mikey at the table. "Now Gerard, let me see your bag."

"Yeah me too," I said as I grabbed my sore neck. "I need a few shots after that."

Gerard passed his heavy black bag toward Ray. Ray reached inside and rummaged around a bit before pulling out Gerard's black jacket, chucking it my way.

"What the hell is this for? Give me the bottle." I said, throwing the jacket on the table and reaching for the bag.

Ray pulled the bag closer to him. "You're going to put that on until we're sure the security guards forgot all about you."

"A black jacket to cover a black t-shirt isn't much of a disguise." I muttered, doing as I was told by the brains of the group.

"It'll cover up the profanity on your shirt so no one else stops us." Gerard retorted. "Now give me my bag, I might as well take a shot now too."

Gerard reached in his bag and pulled out the first bottle he touched. He quickly unscrewed the top and gulped down the harsh hot liquid. He winced as it burned his throat, but flashed me a huge grin almost immediately before passing me the bottle.

Mikey rolled his eyes and yawned. He was used to seeing his brothers drinking habits at home. He wasn't shy about showing how annoyed he was of seeing him drinking, especially at an amusement park.

"Ah," I winced as the liquor burned my throat. "That shit is rough." I groaned.

"Oh it isn't so bad." Gerard smirked at me with a wink. I shook my head in disagreement, shaking away the last of the burning sensation.

"So what happened dude?" Mikey asked. "How did you end up falling off the roller coaster?"

I laughed. "I didn't fall off the roller coaster. I pryed myself out of the seat when it was stopped before rolling into the platform."

Gerard laughed with a shake of his head. "You're one determined little fucker when you want to be."

I flashed him a cheesy proud grin. "You'll never guess who I sat next to." I said, passing Ray the bottle.

"Who?" He replied eagerly, swiping the bottle out of my hand.

"That girl. The one that you said I had no chance with." I stated, realizing I never got the chance to ask her name.

"Oh really?" Ray chuckled. "And?"

"She thought I was an asshole for kicking her boyfriend out of his seat." I laughed.

"C'mon, lets all take another shot." Gerard spoke up. "You have plenty of time to worry about girls the rest of your damn life." He spat, a little more harsh than he was intending.

We sat around the table for a few more minutes and passed the bottle. We even convinced Mikey to take a few sips. After a bunch of small chatter, we decided it was time to keep it moving.

The fucking sun was beaming down directly on my overdressed body. "This shit fucking sucks." I muttered angrily.

"You're the dumb ass that wanted to wear that shirt." Gerard nudged me. He was obviously tipsy and giggling a little too much at himself.

"Where are we going?" Mikey slurred. I laughed and shook my hand on the top of his head, messing up his hair and almost knocking his glasses off his face.

"Feeling a little good there, huh Mikey?" I teased. Mikey pushed his glasses back up on his nose and rushed to fix his hair.

"I don't think he's ever been drunk to be honest." Gerard shrugged.

"Oh shit." Ray exclaimed. "You better drink some water Mikes, it's too hot out here."

"Yeah it's too fucking hot." I said as I wiped the beads of sweat off my forehead. "I'm taking this fucking jacket off." I unzipped the thick material.

"Whoa whoa dude." Ray panicked as he looked around quickly, instantly covering my chest.

"Calm down man." I chuckled, pushing him away. "I'm just gonna turn my shirt inside out." Sighing, as I didn't want to give into the security guards orders.

Ray visibly relaxed as we continued walking toward the next roller coaster. I passed the jacket back to Gerard and he shoved it in his bag. It was nearing noon and the park was filling up with more and more people by the second. This gave me better chances of being looked over by security.

I took the black shirt off and wiped the sweat off my forehead with it. "Oh this feels so fucking good." I moaned, feeing 40 degrees cooler.

"You look so fucking good too-" Gerard teased. His high pitched voice immediately cut off by a familiar loud boom.

"Hey!" The deep voice met my ears. I looked ahead to my left. It was the single security guard that chased me off the tracks. He started storming our way.

"Oh, for fucks sake!" I yelled, throwing my arms in the air. "You guys go ahead. I can deal with this." I said confidently.

"You sure?" Mikey spoke up as the large man approached us rather angrily.

"Yes, come on Mikey." Gerard took his brother by the arm. "We smell like booze. You want mom to find out?" He threatened as he lead Mikey in a different direction. Ray shrugged and follow suit.

"You need to wear a shirt in this part of the park." He growled. "The waterpark is on the other side of the park. That's the only place you can be shirtless."

I rolled my eyes. "Really?" I said, full of sarcasm.

The big man didn't respond, only to look down at the shirt I was holding. His reaction went from obviously annoyed to completely enraged. "You, you little shit!" He spat angrily, grabbing me by the arm the moment he recognized me.

"What the fuck, dude!" I yanked my arm back but his grip was too strong. He was now dragging me in the direction of the front of the park.

"Frank!" They guys called out, but I couldn't respond. I couldn't even turn to look at them. I'm sure they each looked like little dots in the horizon now. The security guard was moving way too fast.

"Where the fuck are we going?" I spat at his shoes. He stopped abruptly and put me into a head lock.

"Don't fuck this up for yourself son. I'm taking you in for questioning."

I tried hard to hold back my laugh. "Questioning? This is a fucking amusement park. Not a goddamn FBI investigation."

I winced in pain with each and every rough step we took to the front security office. I was already so sore from my fall and this wasn't helping one bit.

"Sit down, and shut up." The big man pushed me down into a chair. He pulled me into the building so fast that the room was spinning. Or maybe I was a little more intoxicated than I thought. "I'll be with you in a moment."

I shrugged down into the chair, trying my best to relax my body. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a security guard peering me down. "Oh great." I muttered at the idea of being watched.

"It didn't take them long to find you." A snobbish giggle came from the other corner of the room. I sat up, suddenly intrigued by the voice. It was her.

Notes

I'm sorry I'm an asshole for not updating this in three years :)