“Not if I drown you first.”
“Ha, as if you could ever drown me.”
“Game on.” I wink and walk to the others as they come out of the changing rooms.
I love this waterpark so much. Tilly discovered it first many months ago, and we come here often enough that the workers recognize us.
It has been going through some reconstruction, and all the good rides were closed, so we haven’t come here in a while, and I can see the changes.
“Omg, I’m so excited! Zee, you’re literally a genius.” Yana gravitates toward the water.
“Hey!” Matt calls out. “You seriously being a scaredy-cat? Come on, let’s go to that one.” He points toward the scariest slide I’ve ever seen.
It has to be at least 70 feet tall, and the number of turns is terrifying. Yana clearly has the same thoughts, because she looks horrified.
“Absolutely not, Matty. I’m not stepping foot near that slide. That’s probably age eleven plus.”
“I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’re nineteen.” He deadpans. “Now come. The worst thing that can happen is you’ll get stuck.”
“Haha, very funny.” She drawls. “I’ll stick to the pool and slides that aren’t longer than my legs.”
Matt looks at Zara, who shakes her head. “Absolutely not. I’m not planning on hurting myself right before the volleyball tournament.”
“I’ll go.” Tilly shrugs. “You only live once, right?”
I lay down on our blanket and rest my head on my hands, looking at the sky.
“Wait, really? I wasn’t expecting anyone to go with me.”
“What, were you just suggesting it to look cool?” she teases.
“How could you ever think that?” Matt feigns offense.
Tilly laughs. “Are you coming, Rossi?”
I lift my head and stare at her blankly, because what else am I supposed to do– tell her I’m terrified?
Hell no.
“Oh my God, don’t tell me you’re too scared.” She reads my mind. “Come on, I’ll hold your hand.”
I swat her hand away. “First of all, I’m not scared.” I try to look convincing, but she knows me well enough to see right through my lies. “And second of all, I don’t need yourhandfor anything.”
“Sure thing.” She looks unconvinced. “Come on.” She runs in the direction of my death and, of course, I follow her.
Oh, would you look at that.
That reflection is a silly little girl who is just so immature.
Yana was telling you something, and you didn’t hear.
You weren’t listening to the only person who ‘loves’ you. How could you?
You are so rude. You are getting more than you could ever deserve, and yet here you are, staring at the reflection of a person who didn’t appreciate someone talking to them.
How about next time, you just walk away?
Can’t imagine doing that? Then how about you listen?
