Fun at the Park

“Come ooon. Please Faiz!”
Faiz tried his best to resist Desmond's adorable begging look. Despite what his cute looks may entail, the young boy was an adrenaline junkie. While other people may go pale at the sight of a huge drop tower ride, Desmond  (and by extension, his brother Devon) squees in joy. It was bad enough the boy already convinced him to go on the dinosaur river ride with the huge drop (“Peaceful tour, my left buttock.”) but now he was trying to get him on the sick lovechild of Faiz's fears: a horror-movie themed roller coaster.
“Oh no, we're most definitely not getting—”
“Keep it movin', ya lightweight!”
Devon pushed Faiz into the line, but the white-haired boy refused to budge.
“Oh no, I'm putting my foot down now!”
“Come on...” Devon pulled Faiz aside and whispered to him, “Des always clings to me on this ride. If ya get on with him, he might cuddle up to ya too.”
The thought of the younger boy holding onto him for dear life made Faiz's face burn up. But then he realized something.
“Wait, why are you helping me get close to him?” He asked, “I thought you wanted me to have nothing to do with him.”
“I'm just being a supportive big brother.” The shit-eating grin on his face screamed “I hope you die on this ride,” but Faiz didn't bother to question him more.
“I'm staying out here, and that's final!” The silver-haired youth puffed up his chest and stepped out of the line, looking indignant.
“Oh, ok then...” Desmond sulked, “I guess I'll stay out here too...so you won't be alone.”
The look on the boy's face was like that of a kicked puppy, and with just one look poor Faiz's resolve crumbled to ash.
“OK! OK! I'll get on with you Desmond.”
Faiz was almost dropped to the ground as Desmond tackle-hugged him.
“Oh, thank you Faiz! Thank you!”

The walk through the line was an anxious one, with poor Faiz jumping at every little thing in the queue. Behind him, he could hear Devon laugh at him.
“Don't worry about him, Faiz. He's just jealous his friends stood him up.”
“They didn't! They were just, uhh...busy with other things.”
"In other words: stood up!"
"Shaddup!"
As the entered the station, Faiz could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
“I-I'm note sure this ride is very safe, Desmond. I mean, are you sure you're the right height for it? And were the seats—“
“Next group, you're up!” Yelled the operater. At the command, Desmond grabbed Faiz from the front while Devon pushed him from the back and forced him into the cart, right between the two brothers.
“Buckle up, prettyboy. This ride's first part's a haunted house.” Devon warned. All Faiz could do was let out a whimper as the cart pulled out of the station.

Despite hating all things horror, the beginning was rather tame to Faiz. Mummies and grasping hands were nothing. Even a giant floating head wasn't enough to faze him much. However, young Desmond seemed to think differently, who hung on tightly to Faiz's arm as they made their way through the dark tomb filled with mummies. However, as an ancient Egyptian chant began to be spoken by one of the mummies, Desmond suddenly sat up straight.
“Oh boy, here it comes!”
“Here comes wh—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

As the train rolled back in, Desmond bounced in his seat.
“I wanna go again! I wanna go again! Waht do you say, Faiz?”
The youth in question was currently foaming at the mouth, unconscious from the sheer fear he had experienced as they zoomed around in the dark. Devon couldn't help but snicker,
“Gee, I should'ave brought him to a theme pahk sooner. My baby bro killed him fastah than anything I could'ave thought up.”