Makeup, Picnics, and Secret Spy Princesses? Emmett and Axelle get into quite a bit of mischief! The long awaited Emmett/Axelle one shots! Banner by Iris!! :D
These will be in all sorts of people's POV's :) I hope you enjoy them! They explain quite a bit, I think!
3. He's Married pt. 2
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After her churro, she was ready to go on more rides. We strolled past Tarzan's treehouse, not even bothering to stop. I asked her if she wanted to climb it, but she said no.
“I hated Tarzan,” she gasped.
“He must have been so smelly! They don't take baths in the jungle!” she exclaimed.
“Fair enough,” I replied.
As soon as we got out of Adventureland and made it to New Orleans Square, Axelle stopped. She was staring, wide-eyed, at The Pirates of the Caribbean. The pirate standing at the beginning of the line looked at her.
“Ahoy, lass!” he boomed.
I tried not to smirk... he was using the most primitive of pirate language. I decided not to shiver his timbers with my superior pirate jargon, though... I only spoke pirate on September 20th.
“Hi!” screamed Axelle. “Hi, pirate!” She pulled me into the line, and like usual, we were at the front in less than a minute. Axelle was almost jumping up and down, she was so excited. Pirates were one of her favorite things.
Disneyland was so empty that day, they gave us our own boat. Axelle was beside herself.
“I'm going to see a real pirate!” she exclaimed.
She sat quietly as soon as we left the station, though. It was quiet except for the sound of the fake crickets, fake frogs, and fake bugs. I smiled. Disneyland was just great.
When we drifted by the shack with the old man on the porch, Axelle scooted closer to the edge. The old robot man didn't acknowledge Axelle, and she didn't like that one bit.
“Old man,” she whispered loudly. “Old man, I have to tell you something!” We were passing it, and to Axelle's irritation, the old man didn't answer. “Well fine!” she exclaimed. “You just don't get to know then!”
I pulled her into a hug. Sometimes there were just points where I had to hug her.
“Uncle?” she asked, her voice muffled by my arm.
“You're crushing my body,” she breathed.
It got dark soon after we passed the old man. The only light ahead was on a skull and crossbones wearing a pirate hat.
“...And remember, dead men tell no tales,” was all we got to hear it say before plummeting down the hill.
Axelle screamed and flailed her arms. As soon as the hill ended and the pirate song started, she joined right in.
“YO HO, YO HO, A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME!” she yelled.
“How do you know that song?” I laughed.
She looked at me, severely offended. “Everyone knows that song.”
“Well! Alrighty then,” I chuckled.
After the second small hill (which made Axelle giggle harder than I had ever heard her giggle before), Axelle snuggled into my side.
“It's chilly in here,” she said, shivering.
I sighed. I wouldn't tell her that I was probably the one making her shiver.
She gazed at the treasure room with awe, and when we passed under Davy Jones, she gasped. It wasn't until we made it to the red-headed girl that she spoke.
The redhead was, like always, being auctioned off as a bride. She was lifting the edge of her dress, and looking off into the distance like only a creepy robot could.
Axelle gasped. “Excuse me, lady? He's married!” she exclaimed.
She pointed out all the things that she saw in the movies, and was successfully entertained for the entire ride. It was a long one, and I was amazed it kept her attention for that long.
When we got off, she all but ran out of the ride.
“What now?” she asked quickly, scanning the horizon. There wasn't much of a horizon, considering we were surrounded by buildings.
“How about... the Haunted Mansion?” I suggested.
“Haunted? Like... like real haunted?” she asked.
I grinned. “Yes.”
Her mouth fell open. “Yes!”
It was a short walk to the mansion, and Axelle wouldn't stop blabbering about haunted things the entire time. She suspected that everything she saw was haunted... haunted bench, haunted plant, haunted Disney Cast Member. It wasn't until she actually saw the building that she stopped talking completely. She looked like she was going to explode.
I forgot to tell her that the Haunted Mansion was decorated to look like Nightmare Before Christmas during the holidays. Aside from the Little Mermaid, Nightmare Before Christmas was one of her favorite movies.
She ran up to the front door as quickly as her five-year-old legs could take her.
I had been to Disneyland many times before, and the Haunted Mansion had always been my favorite. It was so spooky... and great!
When we got into the stretching room, I couldn't contain my excitement anymore. I was probably even more excited than Axelle was. I held her hand as I recited the stretching room speech.
“Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching, or is it your imagination, hmm?”
A woman in front of us glared at me, so of course, I had to say the rest of it much louder.
“And consider this dismaying observation! This chamber has no windows and no doors, which offers you this chilling challenge! To find a way out. Muwahaha! But of course... there's always my way!” I followed that puppy up with a bloodcurdling scream, and then pulled Axelle out of the room, walking with as much dignity as I could muster to our doom buggies.
Axelle didn't say a word for almost the entire ride. She was looking around us with shock plastered all over her face. She had no idea that there would be a ride like this.
The only time she spoke was in the last room. We had just descended the hill backwards... when she saw someone she admired up close.
“JACK! JACK! JACK!” she screamed.
We slowly moved past him, and she looked at me.
“Did you see that? That was Jack! It was Jack, Uncle!” she gasped. She turned backwards and peeked out of the side. “He's married, Jack!”
Axelle was endlessly amused by the last hallway. In our doom buggy with us was a tall, skinny ghost. He wore a top hat.
Axelle would look at the mirror and then look at the seat next to her. She had no idea how she could see the ghost in one and not the other.
When we got off, she skipped to the exit. It was especially entertaining because the ground moves when you're going up hill. It was like she as skipping in super speed.
After Axelle's lunch of macaroni from Café Orleans, she decided she wanted to explore Tom Sawyer's Island.
I followed her through cave after cave, following her through as many small crevices as I could... until I got stuck and had to stop. Axelle kept going, though, and I soon lost her.
“Axelle?” I called loudly.
I heard her laugh. “Yes?” she yelled back.
“Are you at the top?”
“Yeah! And you're going to have to find another way up here to get me!” She giggled.
After many minutes of searching for a way up, I finally found one. I knew I could just climb up, but that would probably raise some kind of alarm...
For some reason, I had a fear that Disneyland had a team of super Disney police that had somehow managed to make some sort of vampire repelling spray... because they'd be so fantastically super, they'd obviously know about the existence of us.
When I got to the top, I saw Axelle peeking over the edge. She was gazing at the water surrounding the island.
“I would love to be a duck at Disneyland,” she said.
“And why is that?” I asked.
“Just look at how fat they are!” She pointed at one, and she was right. It was the fattest duck I had ever seen before. “I'd never, ever be hungry!”
As the afternoon changed to evening, Axelle wouldn't rest. She went on Thunder Mountain just as it started getting dark. As soon as the man on the speaker announced that it was the wildest ride in the wilderness, she was ready to go again... and it hadn't even started yet.
Of course, she loved it, and we went three more times before dinner. Axelle loved her macaroni, so we ate at Café Orleans again. At around eight, she yawned.
“Are you tired, Axelle?” I asked, grinning. She told me she'd be awake for the fireworks, and they started in an hour... but I wasn't so sure she'd make it.
“No!” she exclaimed. “Let's go on another mountain.”
I carried her to the Matterhorn.
“Uncle?” she asked as we walked behind the Matterhorn.
“Is it really the wildest ride in the wilderness?”
I laughed. “I bet so.”
When she got in the Matterhorn, she almost fell asleep against me. Even the exhilarating rush through the mountain didn't pet her up. It probably had something to do with the fact that she woke up at six that morning.
She sighed when we got off.
“What is it, Axy?” I asked.
“I might be a little sleepy,” she admitted.
I nodded. “Should we go?
She was silent for a very long minute. “I'll miss the fireworks,” she murmured.
“We can set off our own fireworks tomorrow,” I assured her. She looked dead on her feet, and I could hardly blame her. She had a very busy day at Disneyland.
“Promise?” she asked.
“Promise,” I replied. I scooped her into my arms and started heading towards the exit.
Axelle was half-heartedly telling any woman that passed me that I was married, but by the time we got to the car, she was dead asleep.
We pulled into Forks at midnight. Jasper and Bella were there, waiting for Axelle.
“How was your trip?” asked Bella, glancing fondly at Axelle.
“It was great,” I answered.
Jasper took Axelle from me.
She woke up just enough to say, “Daddy, he's married.”
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