Part Three-One more to go =]
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"This ride looks dumb."
"Does not. Bet yer just scared."
"Just cause I'm a girl, I have to be scared of a stupid zombie ride?"
"Yup."
Rosalie scowled at Emmett. Was she really going to let herself be forced onto this lame ride by Emmett's juvenile reverse psychology? Oh yes. Definitely.
"Fine. Whatever."
"That's the spirit, Rosey-Posey!" Emmett sing-songed, bopping Rosalie with the giant balloon hammer he'd won at the junior "Test Your Strength" game.
Mental note, Rosalie thought, make sure Emmett's prize "accidentally" bumps into something pointy. Soon.
As the pair boarded Zombie Castle's rickety train seats, Emmett poked Rosalie's ribs playfully.
"Don't worry if ya get scared-I'm right here."
Rosalie didn't even bother dignifying that with a response. She stared blandly ahead as their train slid into the cool, sweat-scented darkness of Zombie Castle.
When the train creaked out into blinding sunlight just five minutes later, Rosalie's bored expression hadn't changed, and Emmett was pouting.
"You could've at least pretended to be scared," He muttered, feeling the acute sting of wounded masculinity.
"I'm a good actress, Emmett, but not that good."
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Bella and Edward carefully climbed aboard the carved wooden boat of Troll River Caverns, one of the oldest rides in the park.
"It's like one of those Tunnel of Love rides," Bella murmured, then flushed Stop-sign red at her own statement.
"Yeah, but with trolls," Edward said, straight-faced while their boat bobbed gently toward the cave entrance.
Bella registered the nonchalance of Edward's reply, so she was shocked when, as they floated up to a waterfall backlit by rainbow lights, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. She blushed once again, but this time the warmth seemed to spread through her heart and tummy. She leaned her head on Edward's shoulder as Troll Falls splattered them with prism-hued light.
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"Woooow," Alice breathed, "check this place out."
She and Jasper had found there way over to a forgotten section of the Midway-an old-fashioned penny arcade packed with shabby-but-sturdy wood and steel contraptions.
"None of that flashy, loud, plastic-neon stuff," She murmured appreciatively.
Jasper found himself nodding in agreement; he liked first-person shooter-games as much as (if not more than) the next kid, but something about these old games inspired a sort of reverence. Out of curiosity, the blond inserted a coin into a game whose sign read, "SEE THE HORRIBLE UGLY BEAST"
He chuckled when the little oak doors flew open to reveal a mirror.
Meanwhile, Alice had activated the Madame Zoltara: Fortune Teller game. She watched, entranced, as the raven-haired, brightly dressed figure's crystal ball flashed different colors. Mystical music crackled from the ancient speakers. When Alice's fortune card popped from the slot, Jasper leaned over her shoulder to see.
"It's blank!" He observed indignantly, "The ink must've dried up."
"Nope," Alice smiled serenely. She grasped Jasper's hand and squeezed.
"It just means that I make my own future."