Can't Make You Love Me - Chapter 1

"AAAHHH!" I screamed as the roller coaster took another gravity-defying loop. Six Flags has to be the greatest amusement park on Earth. I was having so much fun that I even forgot about the awful feeling I had in my stomach - until I got off the ride anyway.

"Wasn't that great? Let's do it again!" my friend Nichole said eagerly. Her olive skin was glowing from the heat of the summer sun and her hand was all sticky as she tried to pull me over to the next line. The water park might have been a better idea, but I was still having fun. She let go of my arm, hurriedly whipped her dark brown hair out of her face, and tied it up with an elastic, impatiently waiting for me to say something.

"Not just yet. I think I'm gonna puke," I moaned.

Hey! I'm Allie and I'm 14. I was at Six Flags New Jersey with my dance team because we had a competition a couple towns away, and we decided to celebrate our two silver and two gold medals. Nichole, Ally, Shayna, and I had just ridden about a dozen roller coasters before tackling this one, so I was feeling pretty sick.

Just then, Pamela came sprinting around the corner, waving and shouting at us like a lunatic. Her mom would've screamed at her if she was there because Pam had just recovered from a sprained ankle and was running like the wind.

"You guys! I just rode the best ride in the park! Come check it out!" We all dashed in line to wait for the thrill, me stupidly forgetting I shouldn't really be doing this. Getting up to the front of the line, I began to get that nervous excitement that always builds before I take any sort of chance.

The cars only held two people at a time, and Nichole and Pam immediately grabbed one car as Shayna insisted on sitting with Ally. One important note: you NEVER mess with Shayna. She's a tough girl with short black hair and she's very muscular. She could throw you down in a second.

"Hey! That's not fair!" I yelled at them. "I have no one to sit with!"

"Are you getting on or not, miss?" the engineer asked, irritated. I hopped into the next car alone. I didn't want to miss the chance of a lifetime, and it's not like I would be talking to one of my friends if I sat with them anyway. The ride started up and we coasted down the first big hill and swung around a corner. I suddenly noticed another presence in my car, but it took a nasty turn before I could look at the person.

"Oh crap!" I thought. "I'm gonna…" Before I could even finish the thought, my partner and I were covered in… need I say it?… barf. I closed my eyes for the rest of ride and prayed I wouldn't do it again. I sat there holding my head in my hands as the ride ended, and apologized to the person sitting next to me.

"I am sooo sorry…" I began as I turned to look at him. Can you say gorgeous?! I instantly forgot he was covered in my puke as I observed his face. Cute eyes and brown hair… nice muscles… tan skin… yup, he definitely classified as hott.

"It's ok," he soothed. "Happened to me before." He smiled, exposing those straight pearly-whites. "What's your name?"

"Allie," I managed.

"Hi, Allie. I'm Greg," he replied. By then, it was time to get off the ride. We both got up and I began walking away.

"Hey!" Greg called after me, as he jogged to catch up. "You wanna change your shirt or something? I have an extra if you wanna follow me," he offered. How sweet! Although I didn't know him at all, I was always prepared with my karate chops if he decided to do something creepy. Black-belt experience comes in handy.

"Yeah, I guess that would be a good thing," I said, considering the two of us didn't look our best.

"Pam! I'm gonna change, meet me back here in an hour with the rest of them," I yelled, pointing at Nichole, Shayna, and Ally.

"Ok, I'll tell them." She ran off to catch up with the three of them.

"You live around here?" Greg asked me as I followed him out of the park.

"Is Manhattan close enough?"

"Sure… that's not too far from me…" he commented.

"Where do you live?" I inquired.

"Long Island."

"Oh…" We talked a little bit, which made me a little more confident that he wasn't a rapist, before arriving at a big bus. Greg knocked on the door and the driver let him in. I followed him up the steps, a bit confused. When I reached the level floor, I was stunned.

"What kind of bus is this?" I wondered, looking all around. Bunks, kitchen and table, bathrooms… almost like a house on wheels! It was kind of messy, but I considered the fact that guys are messy and Greg was a guy.

"A tour bus," Greg answered simply, pulling out a large, navy blue hoodie from his bunk. Or at least I assumed it was his.

"Here you go."

"Thanks," I said, gently taking it from his hands. I pulled off my yucky shirt and wiggled into the sweatshirt, giving Greg a clear view of my sports bra. I didn't really care, I go to the weight room in it so lots of people have seen it before. I guess this surprised him though, because when I pulled my head through the hole, he was kind of staring. I giggled.

He snapped out of it and pretended nothing happened. I continued to poke around the bus, since I had never been in one before as Greg changed his shirt. Oh my gosh, his abs! I had to keep myself from drooling. His clean blue muscle shirt went well with his muscles, as well as his jeans.

"Why do you drive around in a tour bus?" I wanted to know, poking my head into all the little nooks and crannies.

"We kind of have to."

"We?" Now I was curious.

"Yeah, me and my friends. It's pretty fun actually," he decided.

"Where are your friends? Shouldn't they be with you?" I thought that was a little weird. Greg smacked his forehead and groaned as I climbed up on the bunks.

"I knew there was something I had to do! I was supposed to meet them at three." He checked his watch. "2:50. I still have ten minutes…" I looked down at Greg from my perch on one of the top bunks.

"Wanna run?" he asked.

"Not particularly… did you already forget I threw up all over you?" I laughed.

"Oh yeah. Ok, we'll walk, but you wanna come?"

"Sure." I reached my arms out to him and he lifted me down from the bed. He took my hand as we walked all the way to Greg's meeting place. His friends were already there and they jumped all over him when he reached our destination.

"Yo man! Where've you been?" one guy yelled.

"Yeah! We've been standing here forever!" another commented harshly.

"You better have a good excuse!" a third one said.

"Hey… who's this?" A guy with spiky brown, highlighted hair finally took notice of me.

"That's Allie," Greg told him. "Allie, this is Chris."

"Hi!" Wow, he's even better! Wait, what am I saying?! This is a Greg fan fik, right?

"And this is Matt, Frankie, and Jesse," Chris finished the introductions.

"Hello there!" Jesse said excitedly, moving closer to me.

"Whoa, Jess… calm yourself…" Greg pushed him away.

"What brings you here with Greg?" Frankie asked. I began laughing hysterically at myself, recalling my stupid accident, so Greg explained for me.

"She kind of puked all over us on a ride when you weren't there, so I brought her to the bus to change," Greg mused. Chris's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Dude, you gave her my sweatshirt!" he exclaimed.

"Oops… I thought it was mine… it was on my bunk," Greg stammered.

"Not that I care…" Chris added quickly. "It's perfectly fine."

"So, where are we going now?" Matt asked them.

"Nowhere special… you got an idea?" Chris asked me.

"Yeah, I have to meet my friends in a couple of minutes. You can come if you want."

"Oh yay! More girls!" Jesse squealed.

"Did I say girls? I'm sorry I meant my guy friends…" Jesse's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"I was kidding, hun," I giggled.

"Oh, good."

Greg took my hand again as I led them to the ride I was meeting Pam, Shayna, Ally, and Nichole at. They were there waiting for me as Greg's friends had been waiting for him. As the guys and I approached, I saw every one of their mouths drop.