Disclaimer: As much as I'd love to own these characters, they are the works of Stephenie Meyer, except Alexander, he's mine.
Chapter One: Moving
"Bella, you do not have to do this."
I sighed, as Renee, my mother, tried to dissuade me out of going to Forks.
"Mom, I want to go. Dad will need me, as well as my partner, Alexander." I tried to convince my mom. I had taken up dancing when I was seven, and, unlike most children, decided to stay involved in it. I had gotten extremely talented at ballroom dancing, as well as many other types of dancing, despite my inability to walk without falling over.
"But, sweetie, are you sure this is what you want? I know Alexander has already moved up there, but that doesn't mean you have to go with him. I can find you a new dance partner," my mother protested.
"Please mom, I really want to do this. Besides, a lot of peeople have already asked us to dance for them as entertainment," I reminded her.
"I suppose you are right," aggreed my mother, "but, you must call me when you get there, and email me all the time, telling me how your dancing is going."
"I will mom," I replied, staring out the window at the passing scenery upon us. It was not long before I could see the airport of Phoenix, Arizona.
I sighed again, knowing that these would be my last memories of the land of the desert for awhile.
As soon as we parked in the airport parking lot, I pulled out my one carry-on item, an iPod, while Renee pulled out my luggage. I didn't pack much due to the fact that most of my wardrobe was meant for the warmer weather. So, in my bag I had a few sweaters, a few pairs of jeans, some of my dance music, and a few pairs of sneakers. I've never had much, but I didn't complain, for I had enough to satisfy me.
We walked into the airport doors and went to find my terminal. As soon as we walked up to it, they checked my bags and my person. My mom gave me a hug goodbye and once more reminded me to call her when I got there.
As I boarded the plane, I began thinking of how Alexander and I will survive up in an environment we were not accustomed to. He had been saying that he wouldn't mind the cold, wet, northern air, but I had a feeling he was just masking his true feelings.
Just thinking about him made me go into a round full of memories with him. I had never liked him as any more than a friend, and it was the same thing with him too. He had never really noticed girls before. Well, not enough to want to date them. That is one of the many things we had in common, we never liked to date. Of course, Alexander was very attractive for a 17 year old boy. But, being the gentleman that he is, refused any girl that had asked him out with the uttermost politeness. He found great relief that he wasn't the only one who didn't find pleasure in dating the whole population of our school. In which, I was relieved as well.
I finished my internal pondering as I slipped in the earphones of my iPod. I put on one of my favorite bands and imagined dancing with Alexander on a ballroom floor. We were spinning and twirling elegantly as the people surrounding us were gazing at us in awe. We were used to this, considering we were young and very talented. He always wanted to go professional with me as his partner, but I had to tell him that I had to think about it. What I didn't want to tell him was that I wanted to go to college, maybe get a benevolent paying job, maybe fall in love with someone and have a few children. But, as of now, my future plans consisted of dancing with Alexander.
I closed my eyes at the thought of love and marriage. I have always been less exuberant about dating, but from time to time, I would find myself rather lonely without a partner, other than Alexander, but his partnership was for a whole different purpose. Mostly, I would think about dancing and how much gratification I found in dancing many famous dances, and others not so great.
The stewardess sauntered by and checked to make sure I was doing okay. I muttered a "yes, thank you" and she was off. I took out my iPod headphones just in time to hear the flight attendent announce we would be landing soon, and to buckle our seatbelts. I did mine hesitantly, considering my mind was elsewhere. I leaned back and waited out the remainder of my flight.
I staggered off the plane with my iPod, looked up to see Charlie standing right in the front, beaming at me with his mustached covered smile. He was the police chief in the small town of Forks. He had dark brown hair, which took on a bushy array, a thick mustache, also brown, brown eyes, like mine, only lighter, and had a average height and body structure. He waved to me timidly, and I walked up to him and gave him an awkward one-armed hug.
"Hey, Bells! It's so nice to see you again." He said in a tone out of character for him.
"Thanks, Ch- I mean dad." He never knew I called him Charlie behind his back. So I just tried to cover it up with a smile.
We walked to his police cruiser and I got settled in the passenger side. As soon as he started to drive, I pulled my iPod back out just as my dad started conversing with me.
"So, Alexander is going to be waiting for you at the house to start make arrangements for dancing and school."
School. Just the thought of it made my stomach churn. I had decided to move here in the middle of my junior year. It was January, and bitter cold. I knew no one, mind Alexander, and no one knew me, other than the people that knew of my homecoming, if you could call Forks home.
"Alright, then." I ended the conversation just as quickly as it started.
As we pulled up to my dad's, now my, house, I looked around at the scenery surrounding the area. My dad lived in a two story house, made of bricks that were starting to fall out of place. It was nestled up right against the woods, with no close neighbors. The driveway was small and could only fit Charlie's cruiser and maybe another car. I pulled myself out of the vehicle, luggage in tow, and walked right up to the front porch.
"Bella!" yelled a familiar voice. I turned slightly at the source of the sound to see Alexander standing at the window, waving at me frantically as he tried to get my attention, which now he fully had. He rushed outside just to run up to me and pulled me into a tight hug, making me drop my possessions, including my iPod.
"I am so glad you are here!" he excitedly stated.
"Me, too!" I responded with a laugh at his natural optimistic behavior. He released me and started picking up my things.
I took this moment to take in his appearance. Like I said, he was attractive. He had an ivory complexion, with a mole right above the left side of his lip. He had high cheekbones and a defined jawline. He was very tall, about 6'3". The mop that covered his head was jet black and sat there, swept across his forehead. Shaggy, as many described it. He was slightly lanky and had little muscle, but that did none to take away from his good looks. But, the most prominant feature on his face, was his dark, forest green eyes. I had never seen any eyes like his. They were captivating in their color, which is one of the many reasons he was able to attract women. His attire usually consisted of black or beige slacks and a normal colored t-shirt.
"Come on, Bella! I have so much to tell you about school and arrangements I made for our enjoyment of entertaining the village people," he chuckled at his inside joke. He had never been used to entertaining anyone smaller than a ballroom full of people.
"Ha ha, some gentleman you are, making fun of the great town of Forks's citizens." I put my hand to my chest and opened my mouth in feigned shock.
"Just around the village people, am I a gentleman! Around you, however, I can show my true colors," he stated proudly.
"I wouldn't be so proud if I were you. Your true colors aren't always a good thing," I stated jokingly.
"Ouch. I never knew you didn't enjoy my jokes." He faked being hurt, but I could see a hint of his wide grin start to form.
"Just keep your opinions to yourself, oh mighty king of the jokes," I giggled at his reaction to my words.
We walked inside the house to find that he had stuff scattered everywhere. Most likely from the oh so important arrangements he had been making, as well as the ones we've been asked to do. He invited me over to sit next to him on my dad's only couch.
"I called the school, and we will be starting on Monday. We also can start dance practicing in the music room at the school every day during 7th period. Since we both have study hall that period, it works out perfectly." I was never used to him being so responsible for schooling and what not. He usually was just all about the dancing.
"Although there is a class that period, there is an extra room next to it we can practice in," he stated.
I listened throughout his explanation, but found my thoughts wondering back to Monday, my first day of school. I had never really been nervous about anything, other than dance competitions. I started to wonder whether the kids would like me or not. I was a bit different, and so was Alexander. How many teenagers do you know that take up their time dancing at ballrooms to entertain? Certainly not many. Part of me longed to have a normal teenage life. No worries, no problems, just fun. Although I did find dancing enjoyable, I wish my life consisted of normal teenage activities, well, part of me did.
It was Saturday, and Monday was my first day of school. Tomorrow, me and Alexander were to practice a new dance he liked to call "the Swing Fling." I had no idea why he liked to name things the way he did, but I let him have his fun without my protesting.
After Alexander went back to his apartment his mother rented for him, I cooked Charlie his dinner, chicken chop suey and eggrolls, and then trudged upstairs to sleep. I took my shower, brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and slipped into my normal sleepwear, sweatpants and a shoddy t-shirt. I then crawled into bed, shut off the light, and fell asleep dreaming of dancing the waltz with Alexander. But, later on in my dream, he dissapeared and I was dancing with no one, as it seemed.
AN: Well? What do you think? My first attempt at writing a story. If it's that bad, please don't be mean. :D Review!
