RIVER
"No, no, no," I shake my head as I realise what Taylor's meaning of fun was. I had expected him to take me to a bar that was probably open at midday because it suited his personality better, not a paintball shooting range. The thought of guns terrified me, even if they did not contain real bullets.
"No?" The corner of his lips went up in confusion as his head tilted. "What does 'no' mean?"
"No means I am not going in there," I pout at the building in front of us. His eyes followed my hands as if he was not aware and then landed back on me.
"But we agreed to come here."
"That was before I knew that this was your idea of fun."
"This is not my only idea; there are a lot of others..."
"Then why don't we go there?" I cut him off because I could not imagine myself holding a gun. Rea
