PART 3- A Macaron Oneshot

Aaron's POV

As soon as the bus sighed to a stop, Macy and I scrambled off and ran pell-mell towards the entrance. I'm not sure why we were running so fast, but it was fun.

It did make my stomach hurt a bit more, though.

Once we were admitted, we walked in, our pace slower now. We smiled at each other.

"So... where to first?" Macy asked, slightly breathlessly.

I bent over to try dull the pain in my tummy. "Um... I dunno." I said to the floor. "You choose."

"Hmm... the last time I came here was a couple of years ago, so I can't remember all the rides... Ooh, but I did like the Sky-High. You know, that merry-go-round thing that's really high off the ground?"

"Yeah. Sounds good." I straightened up, and Macy started pulling me towards the ride.

I have to admit, I was a bit uncertain about this. Its not that I was afraid of the ride or anything- I usually loved riding the Sky-High- but I don't know how much my stomach can handle.

Well, I guess the only way I'll find out is by trying.

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Macy's POV

I dragged Aaron around practically the entire park, riding this and riding that. He seemed to enjoy it when we were actually zooming along, or swinging back and forth. But off the rides was a different story.

He would stumble off, clutching his stomach and groaning slightly. The first few times he was more or less OK, but on the last two or three rides his usual grin was nowhere to be seen.

After our tenth ride of the day, the Spinjitzu Master (XD) (a ride that whirled you round and round and round), he actually looked a bit green. I asked him if he was alright.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm totally fine. Don't worry!" he flapped his hand at me, but he was bent over, holding onto a table for support.

"I am worrying." I rubbed his back a bit. "Maybe we should take a break?"

"Nah. I'm fine! Let's go get some hot dogs."

Aaron's POV

I know, I know, I know.

It was stupid of me to suggest eating, but I wanted to prove to Macy I could handle anything.
To impress her, naturally.

We grabbed the food and sat down at another table.

"What ride to next?" I asked, my mouth full of sausage and bun.

"Um... how about the Tangled Track? You know, that super-crazy rollercoaster. I've always wanted to ride it. You can...um... well, you don't have to come with me if you're not up to it-"

"I'm fine!" I insisted. I swallowed and polished off the 'dog in three more bites. "I'm ready."

"I'm ready, too," Macy stood up. "Are you sure you want to-"

"Yep! C'mon- we better get over there quick to get a place in line..."

We had to wait for 15 minutes, but we eventually got to the front. We chose a car, lowered our lap belts and prepared ourselves for the ride.

Let me tell you a bit about the Tangled Track. As its name suggests, the track looks like a tangled wire- with loops and knots all over the place. It's one crazy 'coaster.

And let me just say that after being swooped, dropped and loop-de-looped for 6 minutes straight, I wasn't feeling so good. My insides seemed to be riding their own roller coaster down there. 

Macy hopped off the ride, smiling, her hair slightly frizzed up. I staggered off the ride, holding my stomach, not smiling and flattening my wind-tousled hair.

Then, all of a sudden, my stomach lurched.

"Whew, that was fun!" Macy turned to me. "Right, Aar- hey, are you okay?"

I opened my mouth to answer- and threw up all over her!