If there was one thing that André learned that very day, it was that a hangover does not go so well with a really fast-paced roller coaster ride.
Stumbling out of the carriage and into a dingy alley at the back of a horror house, he finally satisfied himself by throwing up into an empty trash can, his head still spinning from the ride.
“Disgusting,” Noah said when he finally caught up with him, tossing the bottle of water he had been carrying around with him all afternoon towards André.
“Are you just here to say that?” André snapped, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and drank half the contents of the bottle.
“Maybe.”
“Are you trying to meet God?”
Noah couldn’t hold back a smile and chuckled, suddenly developing a strange fascination with the cracked pavement underneath his
