I always wanted to go to Disneyland. Too bad we're kind of far away from United States to visit it only like even once in my whole life. T_T

Disclaimer: Oh yeah, Evermore only belongs to her highness Alyson Noel. I own nothing here except for dear ol' Mrs. Jackson who is only gotten from My Percy's mom. Oh, when can I have Damen and his red tulips? If only he is real :P

"Disneyland?" Ever says, climbing out of her car and gazes in shock at me. Out of all the places I've ever been and she'd ever think of five minutes ago, this never cracked the list. I didn't even know why it's the number one place that appeared in my mind.

I laugh at her query, answering her question in a very simple cause. "I hear it's the happiest place on earth. Have you been?" She shakes her head.

"Good," I said, slipping my arm with hers. "Then, I'll be your guide." Leading mademoiselle through the gates, we wander along down the Main Street. I feel like a prince with her princess though, as she can't imagine me roaming a place where the famous Mickey Mouse rules.

"It's always better during the week when it's not so crowded," I said, crossing the street. "Come on, I'll show you New Orleans, it's my favourite part." Partly because I like the night time show and partly because there's the haunted Mansion; it's like everything there sparks to make me remember some important memorabilia.

Ever stopped in the middle of the street and stared at me. "You come here enough to have favourites? I thought you just moved here?"

I laughed at her accuses. "I did just move here. But that doesn't mean I haven't been," I turn and pull her with me toward the Haunted Mansion.

After the Haunted Mansion, we head for the Pirates ride. My eyes glanced over the place as I noticed something – someone – odd, to be here.

"So, which one's your favourite?" I ask her, after we emerge from the ride. "Urn, Pirates." Ever nods. "I think." I look at her with a doubtful look on my face.

"Well, they're both pretty cool," Ever shrugs, giving me criteria. "But Pirates has Johnny Depp, so that kind gives it an unfair advantage, don't you think?"

I raise a brow. "Johnny Depp? So that's what I'm up against?" Elizabeth Swann and Jack Sparrow can't be, because I'm Will Turner who deserves the governor's daughter more; just kidding. My eyes flash as I ask her. "Wanna go again?"

So we did. And we went back to the Haunted Mansion. I can go on forever in there. Taking a look at the boutiques and shops, we went inside one. Ever protests but with a little persuasion, we finally came as a smile curved my lips and a cute pout on hers.

"Notice how this one doesn't have a hood," I said, holding a sweatshirt with a Mickey Mouse appliqué against her, and estimating the fit.

"What are you trying to say?" Ever squinted into the mirror, wondering if I hate her look as much as her sister, Riley, thinks. I just shrugged. "What can I say? I prefer you hoodless." We both went to pay as I stole a short kiss from her lips.

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With both of those, we finally came in the Blue Bayou, the restaurant inside the Pirates ride, both up in a waterfront table.

I watch her drink as she sips her iced tea when she suddenly looks at me and says, "Okay, I happen to know this is a really big park with more than two rides; rides that have nothing to do with pirates or ghosts."

"I heard that too." I smile and agreed, spearing calamari with my fork and offer it to her. Eating is not necessary for someone like me because I already got the satisfaction from the elixir I always drink. "They used to have this one called Mission to Mars. It was known as the make-out ride, mostly because it was very dark inside."

"Is it still here?" Ever asks eagerly as she blush every line of pink when she realize how eager she sounds. Defending herself from my possible attacks, she said in advance, "Not that I want to ride it or anything. I was just curious."

I gaze at her, amused at her reaction. I shake my head, assuring her relief. "No, it closed a long time ago."

"So you were going on the make-out ride when you were what, two?" Ever asks sarcastically, reaching for a sausage-stuffed mushroom and stuffing it into her mouth. "Not me." I smile. "That was way before my time."

Making a very crowded place less many, it's very easy and effortless. Pleasant for Ever when we both hold each other hands, speak to each other that we're like we're the only people who owns Disneyland.

After her lunch, we strolled around the park, raided some shops with only looking and tried to avoid water rides that can make you feel you just collided with a tsunami. As it got dark, I lead Ever over to Sleeping Beauty Castle and stopped near the moat.

My arms coil around her waist, my face leaning near hers. "So, am I forgiven?" I ask her as I wait for her response. As the fireworks paint the starry night with their bursting colours of rainbow, our bodies press together as I brush my lips against hers.

"Look." I whisper, pulling away from Ever and pointing my finger toward the expanse of night sky, a fusion of purple colour wheels, golden waterfalls, silver fountains, pink chrysanthemums, and for the grand finale, a dozen red tulips for such ending of the climax. All of it flaring and blasting, in such quick succession it vibrates the concrete under our feet.

Wait, red tulips?

Ever glances at me, her blue eyes full of questions. Smiling and nodding at the sky, that's the only response I've given her from my wonderful gift. Even though the edges are sparking and fading, this sweet memory engraved in my mind.

I pull her close, lips to her ear and say, "Show's over, fat lady sang."

"You calling Tinkerbell fat?" Ever laughs as I take her hand and lead her back through the gates and back to our cars.

She climbs into her Miata and get settled in, smiling as I lean through her window and say what she's been thinking of, "Don't worry, there'll be more days like this. Next time I'll take you to California Adventure."

"I thought we just had a California adventure." Ever laughs, amazed by the way I always know just what she's thinking before she'd even had a chance to utter the words. "Should I follow you again?" She slips her key in the ignition and starts the engine.

I shook my head. "I'll follow you." I smile, careful not to show my cautioned side as Drina is here, somewhere near. "Got to see you home safely."

Pulling out from the lot, she did first and we both merged onto the southbound freeway, and head to Ever's home. Her eyes met the rearview mirror as I gazed at her the same, her smile carrying me away from my worries.

I reach over to the passenger seat and get my new sweatshirt matching Ever's. Smiling at what happened earlier, I did as I feel the softness of the cloth. Ever glances from her rearview mirror, seeing me holding mine. She turned her eyes away onto the road for the moment.

"…!" My eyes check my rearview mirror flawlessly, gazing at it as I see a very familiar vehicle behind – a dark, long limousine; recognizing the person who follows me up until this point. Too bad this perfect moment is spoiled. Oh but there are other times. I just have to go with the flow and let it happen be.

I turned away from the way, separating as far as I can from the Miata. I can sense Ever's eyes as she frantically searches for me, but there's no way I can contact her now… unless I use telepathy for her to hear me but that's nonsense because she might be shock from my voice inside her head. Besides, she doesn't know it works for her and me. Technology's no good for now, too.

Until my phone rings.

"Why are you going away?" Drina's voice can be heard. I rolled my eyes as I tried to answer the phone. "Because you're stalking me from the moment before I ever noticed you." She seemed to shrug. "Oh, so you do notice. And you didn't even invite me with…" Drina paused. "Ever."

"That's because you're a stalker." I said. "And I don't want stalkers lurking me." I smirk, too true. Drina bursts, shouting. "Oh please, I am too far gorgeous to be your stalker!"

"So, what's your business with me? You have an appointment?"

"I just want to know if you're fine, that's all." Drina said dryly. Guarding my brain, I think 'Oh yeah you do. Up to the point you follow me all the way here like my bodyguard or more like, my babysitter?' "Wow." I exclaimed.

"What? Is it bad?" She said in a soft, entreating voice that forces you to feel guilt. "No, of course not. I'm doing fine. So now you know." I said, looking at the highway. "How's the –"

Drina beats me to it. "The moving on business… Okay so I'm doing a planner right now about that. Congratulations, you should be happy." She said sarcastically but I felt that it's quite deep that I don't know if it's true or not. Her tone suddenly went serious. "You change me. Seriously, you're the one who always look out for me so I just want to be grateful for that, don't you think?"

A shiver climbs down my spine as I heard about the 'grateful' topic. "Just don't do something crazy that can hurt you to that extent. I don't want to be your nurse." I reminded her anyway. Speeding up my car, I did but not over do it.

"Where are you going?" She suddenly asked like my mother, as the limousine tried to keep up with my vehicle. Sighing, I replied, using an alibi that will come true after this. "Home. I'm too tired. Got loads to do." Drina paused. "Oh."

"So, leave me alone now and go home." I said, turning to a corner. "Got to go." And I shut off the phone fast. The limousine separated from my tail and drove off.

Trailing you from the moment the wheels of your car hit the asphalt up to Disneyland where she could see you and your love have the time of their lives is not fun. Especially when I know Drina is the type that is a sore-loser and that I know that she doesn't let go easily, she thinks I'm still hers. And that's what I want to change in her for the best for us.

Because of her selfish self, she might injure herself or worse – death.

My phone rings again just as I predicted. "Hello." I greeted, meeting the possible event that happened. "Um, Damen." The voice of the kind old woman – my neighbour that's always [kind-of] looking out for me, perhaps because she's a widow – said with concern. "Your yard's looked like it's been passed by a tsunami. I think you should check your sprinklers out, sweetie."

"I see." I said, driving moderately as I head back home. "Thank you very much for the concern, Mrs. Jackson. I hope you didn't get any inconvenience. I'm sorry." Chortling from the line, she adds. "No problem, Damen." The phone clicked off.

It was almost nightfall and dialing another number with worry, my thumb presses the keys accurately. I placed the phone near my ear as I whispered softly and sincere. "Ever, I know you're probably mad at me now. I'm sorry for losing you in the way earlier. I am afraid that if I call you again, I might bother you. So please… tomorrow. Have sweet dreams."

I shook my head, can't realize how Drina owe me big time for this. Oh but no worries. It's okay that I can even die out of happiness because I still can't believe that I finally have the woman of my dreams as my girlfriend! … And mine only. :)

Can't help giving Damen emoticons like mine. Disney chapter definitely made me desire to watch cute Disney stuffs.~~ I hope you like it, too~ :)