A/N: Some of you asked what Club 33 is. It's a "secret" club in Disneyland (In New Orleans Square). There's something like a ten year waiting list to get a membership. Basically, you have to know a guy who knows a guy. Super fancy. Legit. They got my purse a stool when I made a move to set it on the floor.

Edward was home, working on a report on his computer, when a message popped up in the corner of the screen. He smiled when he saw Bella's Facebook photo flash briefly before it faded. He alt tabbed over, and brought up Facebook.

Bella: You never told me your Disney bucket list.

Edward: Chaos and destruction.

Bella: You want you translate that for me?

Edward: There are several rides I want to be on when they break down.

Bella: You mean like…

Rather than another text message, a picture popped up and then another and another. "You lucky…"

Space Mountain, Disney's roller coaster that ran in the pitch black of "space," was actually located inside a building. He knew that. He also knew the coaster wasn't nearly as fast as he felt it was. Disney used the dark and air blowing through tightly packed quarters to simulate speed. He knew that, and he'd seen the photos online. But he wanted to see it with his own eyes. Bella, apparently, had been on Space Mountain when it broke down, hence the pictures.

Edward: I'm disowning you as a friend.

Bella: Hey, there's still the holy land. Haven't you ever wondered what Pirates looks like with the lights on?

Pirates of the Caribbean was the ride the popular movie franchise was based off of. The ride went underground through rooms set up to look like ports full of pirates as the rider's boat glided by. The ride was dark, but not the same way Space Mountain was.

Edward: That's not the what-if game I play with that ride. The question you want to ask yourself is not what if we break down. That's a boring question because, more likely than not, the lights aren't coming up. More often than not, all that happens is you're stuck listening to the same short stanza, a piece of the song over and over and over. Nope. There's a more exciting game. It's called "What would happen if there's an earthquake right here, right now?" Especially when you're at that part where you're in the burning house and there are chairs dangling above your head.

Bella: … … …

Edward: And, you know, a piece of the Disney railroad passes right over you when you're in Pirates.

Bella: You absolute bastard.

Edward cackled to himself.

Edward: That's just ridiculous. My parents are still happily married and all us kids were born in wedlock. Emmett was a near thing, but I'm the youngest.

~0~

Some days later, they were on their way to Disneyland together and still playing the earthquake game.

"The top of the fun wheel," Bella said of California Adventure's gigantic ferris wheel. "The rides have to be programmed to stop in the event of an earthquake. If you were at the very top…"

"In one of the swinging cars." Edward shuddered. "You're too good at this game."

"This isn't a game I want to win." Bella made a face. "I'm moving to Florida and taking my chances with Disney World."

"Oh, right. Because you can play the 'what would this all look like underwater' game instead. Flooding and hurricanes give the the heebies." Edward shook his head. "Earthquakes don't scare me much."

"Well, they didn't scare me until I thought about being underground on Pirates during one of them." She pulled a face, glaring at him.

Edward almost reached out to cup her cheek. It was such a natural impulse that it knocked the breath out of him. He gripped his hands tighter around the steering wheel and offered her only a smile, staring straight forward.

The problem with controlling his actions was that these outings felt like dates. He was attracted to this woman—that much he couldn't possibly deny. They were doing a lot of things Edward associated with dating. His body wanted to show it the way he was used to—touches, kisses. It was muscle memory. That was natural, right? He wasn't trying to be a creeper. He wasn't trying to pretend his friendship, all for the eventual aim of getting her into bed.

Just… he liked her. Could he help that? More importantly, would he be doing all these things if he wasn't attracted to her? He liked her. Liked spending time with her. Liked her the way he liked his friends, but would he be doing all this for someone else? His friends had gone through breakups before, and yet he'd never suggested they go daytripping together. And so often. At this point, they were seeing each other every three to five days. Most of the time it was Edward who did the inviting.

They drove in silence for a time, Edward trying to go over the logistics of what was going on here. It was so easy to spend time with her. Natural. One minute they'd been chatting on Facebook about their Disney bucketlist, the next they were arranging to go together when they both had time off. And when he'd pulled up in front of her place, she'd bounded out with a big smile on her face, as though she was glad to see him.

Was he being that guy? He wanted to be her friend too. Just…

Well, whatever. He just had to remind himself that he couldn't touch her intimately, no matter how natural it might seem. She needed some space, and he was safe. She'd said that before. He hadn't known her as part of a couple. Her other friends onlyknew her as half of one unit.

"Hey, what are you thinking about over there?" Bella asked, and Edward realized that it had been quiet for too long.

He straightened up and flashed her a smile. "Nothing really. Just driving."

"Sorry I'm not better company." She sighed and pulled her feet up on the seat, wrapping her arms around her knees. She rested her head on her knees, looking out the window. "I'm kind of nervous."

"About what?"

"My friends who have been through it before say the worst part about a breakup is all the triggers. Restaurants. Songs. You could be just fine and then you remember being here with him." She spat the last word but then sighed. "Disney's my happy place. I hope it's not ruined." She turned her head and offered him a sad smile. "I hope I'm not a killjoy."

Edward shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe it'll be like old school VCR's. We can rewrite your memories with different ones." Shit. That sounded romantic, didn't it?

Before he could backpedal, she laughed. "I bet I won't be able to watch World of Color without remembering your proposal."

At that, his smile was wry. "That's funny."

"What is?"

"Just the way it worked out. I planned it so Kate would remember that moment for the rest of our shared lives. In that way, I succeeded. It was just the wrong woman." Or the right one.

Edward gave his head a surreptitious shake. Maybe his sister was onto something with his falling too fast. "Not the wrong woman. You—"

"I know what you meant." She sighed. "It would have been a beautiful proposal."

He patted her knee absently and flashed her a smile. "You were there to overwrite the bad memory in progress," he reminded her. "Let's see what we can do about replacing your memories with new ones."

~Bella~

It had been another good day.

The nice thing about being a passholder in Disneyland was the lack of rushing. They didn't need to fill every moment of the day in order to get their money's worth. They'd waltzed into the park at two in the afternoon, strolled down Main Street, dodging the harried parents and the obnoxious teenagers. They ordered Starbucks as they perused the Disney app to see what the wait time on the rides was at.

"You know, the reason Space Mountain breaks down has to do with weight and speed," Edward said, pointing at the astronomical wait on the ride in question. "A cast member tries to get everyone loaded and the cars on their way faster, he's asking for a breakdown."

Bella quirked an eyebrow at him. "You asking to go on that ride?"

He shrugged. "Naw. I'd rather kick your ass on Buzz Lightyear."

"Oh. You're about to get your ass handed to you, Cullen."

The Astro Blaster ride was a shooting game where the riders hit targets as the space cruiser went through different rooms. Both of them being passholders, they knew the ins and outs—the hidden targets and the highest scoring ones. As such, it was a pretty close competition, but in the end, Bella won.

They both laughed when they got to the picture at the end of the ride. "We look so serious," Edward said. He was holding his blaster out, gripped in both hands.

"Defeating the evil Emperor Zurg is serious business."

After emailing the image to herself, Bella opened it up on her phone as they walked out of the inevitable after-ride shop. She was three steps into uploading the image to Facebook when she realized what she was doing. Sucking in a breath, she hurriedly stuffed the phone into her pocket.

"I'm going to hit up the Space Mountain bathroom, okay?" Edward said, thankfully not noticing her consternation.

"Sure."

She walked with him as far as the entrance and sat down on the available space, relieved to have him gone for a minute so she could have this internal conversation in relative privacy.

Fucking Facebook culture. Before all this crap with Jasper, Bella had a casual relationship with Facebook. She'd never been one to document her every move, but when she had a nice picture or thought to share, she never hesitated.

Lately, though, she'd become so aware of how many eyes were on her. She was on Facebook more than usual, and if she was honest with herself, she would acknowledge that she was trying to create a narrative. She had friends who'd remained friends with both her and Jasper. She had other friends who might have chosen her in the divorce but ran in the same circles as those who had given her the cold shoulder. It was paranoid to think anyone was talking about her, but if they were, she'd be damned if she let anyone believe this whole thing with Jasper had destroyed her. She was devastated, but none of them, Jasper included, had to know that.

So, she took more pictures when she was out and about. She smiled at the camera, documented her goofier moments with friends. When she was having a good time, she let the world know.

Except when she was with Edward, which was ridiculous. She scolded herself internally. Edward was her friend. There was nothing wrong with spending time with her friend. Hell, even if he was more than her friend, who cared? She was young and free. But since when had that stopped anyone from being a judgmental asshole?

Bella knew damn well what this looked like. Her friends in San Diego had always thought she was crazy to have an annual pass when Disneyland was so far away. Two hours to stand in line for the same rides at a price point that was hovering dangerously close to a grand a year, gas not included? It only made sense to them because she spent so much time there with her man. They understood spending that much money on dates, but just because she loved Disney so much? They didn't buy that.

Between them associating Disneyland with her romantic life and the fact they didn't quite know what to think about the Facebook drama that had gone down regarding Edward and a proposal, Bella could guess what their commentary would be if they knew she was hanging out with Edward. She just didn't want to deal with it, that was all. The last thing she wanted to do was make it look like Peter had been right, that she'd had Edward waiting in the wings or that she'd rebounded in less than half an hour after Jasper broke up with her.

It didn't matter that it wasn't anyone's business what she did with her life; they'd still have something to say about it.

"Bella?"

Bella snapped her head up to find Edward standing over her, his eyebrows knitted in concern. "Are you okay? You look upset."

"Sorry." Bella got to her feet, taking a deep breath and exhaling. "Can we get a late lunch?"

He studied her, and for a moment, she was sure he was going to push. Instead, he nodded. "Sure. How do you feel about skewers at Bengal Barbecue?"

They ate, and when they were done, they got in line for the Jungle Cruise. The cheesy as hell puns always made Bella roll her eyes so hard she was surprised they didn't fall out. But Edward's low and continuous chuckle throughout the whole thing made her smile. He had a nice laugh.

When they got out of that ride, they lucked out. Apparently, Indiana Jones had been broken down for the last hour or so, and it opened again just as they were passing. They were able to cut right to the front of the line with a promised wait time of only five minutes.

"I was on the ride once when it kept breaking down," Bella said.

"This seems to be a pattern with you—breaking down major rides." Edward tilted his head and gave her a mock-stern look. "Are you sabotaging the rides, Bella?"

"As if." Bella snorted. "Look, I don't scare easily, okay? But we broke down in three downright creepy parts. We got caught on the bridge of all damn places, with the car rocking back and forth. And then again in the creepy as fuck dark tunnel with the creepier music. And then again right under the gigantic ball that looked like it was going to come crashing down on our heads for two or three full minutes."

"Speaking of places I wouldn't want to be when an earthquake strikes," Edward muttered.

Bella stopped short just as she was about to get on the ride. "Maybe we should go on the Teacups. They're on the ground with no gigantic balls hovering above them."

Edward laughed, boarding the ride ahead of her and offering his hand. "Don't worry, General. I'm sure Disney kept earthquakes in mind when they built their theme park in California. It would be horrible press if they allowed one of their guests to be teabagged to death."

Laughing, she put her hand in his, letting him pull her onto the ride.

~Edward~

Evening had fallen by the time Edward and Bella found themselves leaving Frontierland via the little walkway that took them to the Fantasy Faire area. Edward elbowed her lightly to catch her attention and pointed at a wanted poster of Flynn Ryder. "What do you think?" He made the same smoldering grin that Flynn had in the drawing.

It was probably a trick of the light, but he could have sworn Bella's eyes went dark for a heartbeat. She laughed, the sound strangled somehow, but smiled at him. "You better put that mug away before I'm tempted to try to collect reward money."

They continued on, and he watched as her eyes darted up to where Figaro the cat from Pinocchio sat perched on a windowsill. Her whole face lit up when she saw they'd caught him just as he moved. It was a discreet animatronic; one of the tiny bits of Disneyland magic he'd always appreciated.

Bella grabbed his hand, tugging it and pointing to make sure he'd seen it. They watched for a handful of seconds as Figaro lifted his head, blinked sleepily at the bird in the cage next to him, did that head tilt that cats did, and then, with a yawn, put his head back on his paws, going back to animatronic sleep.

Bella still hadn't let go of his hand.

She sighed contentedly and turned to keep moving. Only after they'd taken two steps did her hand fall from his as they came around to the bustling Royal Theater. It was alight with activity, lively music coming from the band as swing dancers twirled out on the floor.

Edward followed Bella so they were standing outside the little venue, out of traffic but not yet inside. He watched her watch the dancers. She had such a wistful smile on her face that he couldn't help but reach down and squeeze her hand. "It'll be you before you know it," he said.

"Oh, sure," she said with a scoff. "Come on. I suck, and you know it."

Whenever they'd met up since she'd told him she wanted to dance here one day, he'd been teaching her the beginning swing moves. She wasn't the most coordinated person in the world; it was true, but he was also very stubborn. "I told you. It'll just take practice. Here." He reached for her.

She pulled back, her eyes gone wide. "What? Here?"

He grinned. "Why not here?"

"With all of them dancing like that in there, you want me to practice here?" She looked skeptical, but she didn't pull away when he took her hands.

"Maybe it's better if you hear the music. Just the simple steps. Remember? Walk it to the beat." He started to walk in place to the rhythm of the music, holding her hands loosely to lead her.

She still looked dubious, but started to walk with him, facing him, looking down at her feet as she did. "Feel the music?" he asked. She only huffed in response, but her hips had begun to sway just a little bit.

"Good," he said. "Now, touch-step." He swung his foot out to the right, touching his toe off to the side before returning it back to place. "Touch-step right." He repeated the move. This time she did it with him. "Touch-step left." He let her feel the gentle tug at her hands as he said the words so she'd get used to following where he led. "Touch-step back. Touch-step forward." He repeated it one more time before he said. "Now, look at me." Her eyes darted up from her own feet to meet his. "Listen to me. Feel the way my body leans. Touch-step left. Touch-step right. Touch-step back. Touch-step forward."

Even as he said the words, moved his body and hers in time with them, a strange feeling came over him. Even in the low light of the evening, he could see her cheeks were flushed. Not from exertion. No. There was an energy between them that loomed large. It pressed down on his lungs, and he felt the heat rise in his face. "That's good," he said, his gaze frozen on her wide, beautiful eyes. Her lips looked so full and inviting, parted slightly as they were. "That's really good." His voice had gone husky.

"Hey, there."

Both of them jumped at the sound of an amused voice. Bella's hands dropped from his, and they took a step back in opposite direction.

A woman was staring at them. She looked to be their age—a pretty brunette with a nice smile. She was dressed for a swing dance, complete with a big flower hairclip at the side of her head and a twirly skirt. "Don't be shy. You don't have to stay out there. Come join us."

"Oh, no." Bella rubbed the back of her neck, looking more flustered than Edward had ever seen her. "No, no." She laughed, the sound slightly maniacal. "I can't dance."

The woman gave her a once over, but smiled reassuringly. "It's mostly about having fun, right?" Her eyes went to Edward, her gaze assessing. "You can dance, can't you?"

"Er." Edward glanced at Bella.

Here was the thing. He'd told Bella he knew the basics of swing dancing. Enough to help her out, he'd said. What he hadn't told her was that he was better than good. He was really good. And, he was a natural show off.

So, when their conversation led to the woman—who'd introduced herself as Heidi—asking Edward if he'd care to dance with her, he couldn't help himself.

"Just one dance," Heidi said, her eyes pleading. She'd told them how her usual partner had ditched her at the last minute and, though this was a casual group, she'd been the odd man out for five dances now. "For fun."

Edward looked to Bella. "You want to see me make a spectacle of myself?" he asked, rolling his eyes a bit so she would think he expected to make a fool of himself.

For some reason, she looked a little queasy. But that must have been his imagination. She swallowed and smiled at him. "Better you than me." She crossed her arms over her chest, following Heidi to a space right off the dance floor where she could watch unobtrusively.

Heidi gave a squeak of pleasure. "Thanks, stranger. You're saving my night. I've been dying to dance."

"Hey." Edward tilted his head near Heidi's ear as they made their way to the center of the dance floor. "I'm trying to impress my friend over there. How good are you at this?"

Heidi pulled back, a delighted grin on her face. "Whatever you got, I can handle."

So, they danced. He tested out some more intermediate moves first. Easy pivots, spins, and an underarm turn to a spin out. When Heidi followed with ease, he moved into more complicated moves.

He was on fire, and he knew it.

They ended the song with a flourish, and Edward pulled Heidi back in so that she finished with her back to his chest, his arm around her. They were both breathless. They looked at each other and laughed with the exhilaration.

Then, Heidi glanced toward the edge of the dance floor and her face fell. "Uh oh." She quickly disentangled herself from his hold. "I think you're in trouble."

He followed her gaze and a lump rose to his throat. As he'd intended, Bella was staring right at them, but she wasn't impressed. No. The look on her face and her body language was anything but impressed.

She was pissed.

A/N: *innocent whistles*