Haha, I'm so on a roll! I wrote three chapters in a row! But don't worry—I'll have writer's block again soon…-sigh-
Hee, so my brother's also writing a Cullens-Disney story. Ours are very similar. This is because we brainstormed together and then decided to write our own separate stories. That is why this chapter is very similar to one of his recent chapters. Please excuse, but we came up with this together (although, more credit goes to him than to me, I must admit, though I did have some hand).
Well, here we go!
Enjoy!
-Forbala-
CHAPTER SEVEN: THE YANKEE TRADE POST
We arrived in Liberty Square and made our way to the Haunted Mansion line.
"Hey, Bella, this outta feel right at home to you," Emmett teased, referring to my horror-movie-esque life.
I stuck out my tongue to him and latched onto Edward's arm.
As we entered the ride, we found ourselves in a large hexagonal room. On the upper part of the wall were several paintings: a young girl with a parasol, a heavyset man, an old woman with a rose.
After a few moments of everyone cramming in (poor Jasper), the ceiling began to rise and reveal the lower half of the lovely paintings.
They were not so lovely anymore.
The young girl was on a tightrope above crocodile-infested waters, the man was standing on a barrel of dynamite, the old woman sitting on a tombstone.
We went through the comical haunted house, seeing dancing ghosts and singing busts. At one point, in our little two-person cars, some trick mirrors showed a ghost to be hitchhiking between Edward and I.
"Haha, that was so cute!" I giggled as we exited.
"Oo, look, shopping!" Alice cried, leading us off into the center of Frontierland.
As we walked, I saw a little store that looked interesting.
"Hey, wanna go see what's in the Yankee Trade Store?" I asked, pointing.
This was a very bad thing to say.
All in but a few seconds, Jasper was armed with toy guns, barking out orders, ducking behind a food stand, and shooting at innocent passers-by.
"Uh…what?"
"Civil War, Bella?" Edward reminded me. "Confederate Major? Against the Yankees?"
"Oh. Oops."
"Yeah, 'oops' doesn't really cover it," Rose snapped (she was still angry about the hair thing). "We'll never get him to stop now."
And, of course, what should happen next but that Alice would be fighting with Jasper against Emmett. Rose left to go shopping, while I watched in wonder, Edward beside me. [A/N: to my beloved brother—I did not steal this from you. I had this all planned out before you we I even began writing. We're just too much alike for our own good, so much so that we had virtually the same idea for the Jasper-Yankee-thing-scene. BTW, CONFEDERACY!
"Should we…?"
"Actually, I like Rosalie's idea—let's leave."
"But—"
"Security's coming, love."
"You there!"
"Ah, too late." Edward hung his head and sighed. "Stay here while I 'wake up' Jasper." Then, to the guards, "Watch her." He left me in the relative safety of the security guards while he yelled at Emmett and Alice for encouraging Jasper, and then they all tackled him until he "woke up".
"What was that all about?" one of the guards asked me as Jasper was escorted over.
"I have no bloomin' idea."
"I'm very sorry, officer," Alice began, dazzling the poor guy. "My brother just had a mental breakdown. He thinks he was a Confederate Major in the Civil War, and when anyone brings it up, he goes berserk. And with the you-know-what Trade Store just there, well…what can I say? But it won't happen again, because we're going to leave Liberty Square straight away, for obvious reasons."
"Erm…." The poor guy, subjected to Alice's dazzling eyes, sweet voice and face, and compelling personality. "Ah, yeah…sure…see that it doesn't."
And with that, we were escorted safely from Liberty Square and made our way to Adventureland for Pirates of the Caribbeanl.
