Me: So, we're back from the cliffha-

Rukia: SHUT THE HELL UP!! I wanna see what happens next!!

Me: (sweatdrops) ....WELL, then!

Peyton and Ichigo glared at each other for extra measure before turning to see who had recognized them.

Their jaws dropped. "No fricking way," Ichigo muttered.

Matsumoto gave him her usual flirty smile. "But here we are! It was actually quite easy. Eavesdrop a little, forge a few signatures, take a few pictures...It was fun, huh, Captain?"

Toshiro, who was trying to hide a Mickey Mouse hat behind his back, smirked. "Even I must admit, it was entertaining to see how easy it is to charm these female employees in charge of our arrival."

That was a lot of extra words. What a waste of breath...

Ichigo hopped down, and Peyton followed suit. Well, not quite as gracefully, but he was nice enough to steady her by grabbing her at the elbow.

Matsumoto grinned again, flipping her hair back. "Quite interesting, I must say. What exactly were you two about to do up there?"

Ichigo turned bright red, letting go, and Peyton attempted to get some nonexistent dirt off her shirt. "Noooothinggg," they said in unison.

"Really? Because to me, it looked like you were about to make out. Again."

"We did NOT make OUT, dammit!!" They shouted.

To prove even further that tonight was not their night, the Nosy Mom from earlier was still roaming the park.

She heard the voices, and seemed to recognize them, but of course couldn't see them.

Peyton sighed miserably as she literally dragged her son around the corner with another "Eek!", kicking up a cloud of dust and everything.

Ichigo was laughing his ass off.

Toshiro cocked his head. "Peyton, your aura's changed." "Not permanently. Just enough so I can only be seen by those who match my aura," she replied smugly.

Ichigo huffed. "Showoff."

"Oh, and like you never show off!"

"Hey, this isn't about me!!"

They both glared at each other and huffed moodily. Matsumoto let out a giggle. "You two are so cute."

"Ignoring that," Peyton snapped.

On the way to the bus stops, Peyton noticed the hat again and slyly took it out of Toshiro's hand. She held it up, as if not believing what she was seeing.

"What's this, Toshiro?" She asked innocently. Matsumoto was biting her lip to keep from smiling.

Ichigo was practically on the ground, he was laughing so hard.

It was one of the old-fashioned Mickey hats, the ones made of that flimsy plastic-like material with a round Mickey Mouse Club sticker on the front and the strap that goes around the wearer's neck.

Her guess? Matsumoto convinced him to buy it.

Toshiro turned red, but said nothing. Peyton felt just a wee bit bad, since he had a soft spot for her, so she gave it back.

"Wish I had one."

Their fun over, Matsumoto and Ichigo continued walking like normal people. Peyton pretended not to see Toshiro perk up at her comment.

Sometimes, she seemed to be the only person who remembered he wasn't a full-grown Soul Reaper. Or maybe she was psychic and could see the real meanings behind his Captain Demeanor.

Matsumoto and Toshiro were staying in the French Quarter, which was a separate bus. So, guess who got a whole bus to themselves?

Yeah.

"....Still think you won't kiss me back?" Ichigo asked about halfway there.

Peyton jumped at the sound of his voice, having been trying to catch some Zzz's in the corner.

She glared at him. "Oh, I know I wouldn't."

Ichigo crossed his arms and nodded, closing his eyes. "Fine then."

Peyton had to admit, she was slightly disappointed. "..You're dropping it? Just like that?!"

Ichigo opened one eye and smirked. "...Why yes, yes I am. What's wrong with dropping it?"

Crap.

Peyton huffed. "Nothing's wrong with it, I'm just.."

"Disappointed?"

"SURPRISED," she shot back quickly.

The driver kept glancing in their direction nervously, not being able to see either one of them.

Ichigo smirked. "...Wait...You wanna prove it, don't you?"

Little bit.

"N-No!!" She shouted.

Ichigo scoffed. "You're so lying. Just admit it. You want to PROVE IT."

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Just drop it!!"

He was quiet for a while, and she leaned back and tried to get comfortable again.

THREE MINUTES LATER...

Peyton had tried her best to ignore the humming, but then he had to go and add damn words.

"Peyton wants to prove it, Peyton wants to proooovee itttt, PEYTON wants to PROVE I-"

Peyton finally let out a growl and shot out of her seat. "THAT'S IT!!!"

Unfortunately, they hit a turn, and she ended up sliding across the aisle and tripping spastically.

She was still really pissed, but then she turned bright red.

Of all places for Peyton to land, she landed right on top of him.

As in, in his lap.

He smirked, though his ears were red, too. "Well, hi, Peyton. What do you want for Christmas?"

"I was trying to beat the crap out of you."

"Mmhmm. Sure."

Peyton crossed her arms. "Now, just because you said that so sarcastically, I'm going to stay right here."

Ichigo smirked. "Not if I make you squirm enough."

Peyton huffed defiantly.

She felt his hand slowly slinking around her waist, and she felt herself turning red. But dammit, he was NOT going to win this time!

No matter how many shivers he was sending down her spine.

It didn't stay at her waist; he slid it down to rest on her thigh. She bit her lip, trying her best not to squirm, but man, was it hard.

Peyton could feel him staring at her, so she stole a glance at him. His smirk was even bigger, and he seemed slightly impressed that she was lasting this long.

The hand moved back up, to rest on her hip. Peyton dug her nails into her arms. Why was she so naturally stubborn?!

It's hot as hell in here!!

He started to go further up, but then the bus screeched to a halt, and they both jumped.

They were here.

She hadn't realized she had leaned that far back, and their faces were only inches apart.

For a minute, neither of them moved, and she noticed she wasn't the only one whose breathing had quickened just a little.

Peyton smirked and hopped up. "I win."

She tried to keep the shakiness out of her voice, but she was pretty sure Ichigo could tell her knees felt a little weak, and he just laughed to himself.

Stupid Ichigo.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER...

Rukia had bombarded her with interrogation techniques almost as soon as Peyton had opened the hotel room door, and she listened intently to her whole story.

Finally, she spoke.

"You know what's the most messed up with that?"

"What."

"Disney World is a place for children."

And with that, she turned off the light.

Peyton still saw the grin that had been on Rukia's face, though.

She had made herself swear not to think about it, over and over, so of course she started thinking about the bus ride. Call her crazy, but she was pretty sure the Florida weather had nothing to do with how hot it suddenly got in there.

Peyton could still feel the goosebumps on her skin.

Stupid Ichigo, making her react like that.

Me: (waves hand like a fan) Damn, Peyton was right. It's really hot in here now. (Shoots sly look at Ichigo) How about you? I saw your expressions, Strawberry. Don't lie!

Ichigo: (obviously distracted) Uhmmm...REVIEW?!

Me: Way to change the subject, ass. (brightens) Well, at least you said something worth hearing for a change! Review!