So, I've been seeing some dance movies, and I've always loved the movie Dirty Dancing. :D And I figured I'd give it a try with Bella and Edward. Now, there is some confusion, it's gunna be like Dirty Dancing, it's not going to be that long, so let me put this out in the open for ya.

Edward works at the Summer Resort as a dance instructer/dance intertainment.

Bella and her sister Rosalie are going to the Summer Resort with their parents. Bella's best friend Alice and her parents are going as well.

Tanya is Edward's dance assistant (the one that gets preggo ;) )

Jasper is the photographer at the Summer Resort.

Emmett is the instructor of all the sporting activities for beginners (jet skiing, volley ball, golfing, rugby, etc.)

Mike's parents own half the resort along with Edward's parents, who are away on their own vacation in the Mountains of Peru.

Mike works at the Summer Resort, and is a sleeze ball.

Jessica, Angela, Lauren, Tyler, Eric, and Ben are all waiters/waitress's/helpers etc.

Its set in the late 60's. None of them say 'groovy' or 'far out' they're all pretty level headed suburbs kids. No cell phone's, computers, etc. Ya catch my drift? Good :)

Any questions?

Good :)

Here we gooooo

Chapter One. The Road to the Resort.

BPOV

Every year my mom and dad make Rose and I go to this stupid Summer Resort. I mean honestly, it's 1969. Practically the 70's. I get it, my parents used to come here in the 60's before Rosalie and I were born, even when they were kids with their parents. Grandma Marie and Grandpa Charles were always a little on the boring side. Same with my mom's parents. Gram-Gram Mary was always a bit... off her rocker. Pappy Lou always went along with whatever Gram-Gram wanted.

Alice's parents went to be with our parents, and apparently they went there and worked there when they were kids. Alice's dad, Bernard Brandon was an owner of four hotels, all called Brandon Towers. Alice's mom, Claire Brandon was an owner of a clothing line and an antique botique. Alice's mom was always loving style, she loved 18th centry english decor. She owned old vanity mirrors, armours, you get the picture.

My Mom worked in at a private school that I no longer attended. She was Forks School for Girls Elementary Head Misstress. Mom didn't love being Head Mistress because the kids feared her, but I didn't mind her when I went there. I liked my mom. She was nice, colorful, and creative. My dad was a Cheif State Trooper. He is away a lot, like mom. But we have a big house next to her school, so it's not a big deal. Well, thats what I told myself when I was little. Rosalie always took good care of me. We fought, a lot. She would push me down the stairs for trying to take the phone from her. Rosalie and I never really saw eye to eye. She was a debutant. She enjoyed going to the mall, going to fashion shows with mom and Mrs. Brandon. Alice would go, occasionally. But sometimes she'd stay with me and we'd cut stuff out that we wanted for our wedding.

Anyways, where was I? Oh, right. We're in the cramped little car, and Rosalie had to have her damn fourteen bags with her. A bag just for make up, really? I had like maybe three bags -MAYBE. Hell, my dad even had more bags than me. Mom had pretty much as much as Rosalie.

Lets get things straight. I look like my dad. I have brown eyes and brown hair. I am skinny and pale like my mom, and I am so uncordinated, like my dad. If you ask me, it makes no sense on how he is a Cheif State Trooper. My mom is gorgeous, of course. She isn't that graceful, but she manages.

Lets get Rosalie straight. She's blonde, has gorgeous blue eyes, like my mom. She is skinny, and athleticly coordinated, unlike anyone in the family. She is bronzed because she is out in the sun, every day. Even if it's cold.

"Isabella, would you try and stop snoring!" Rosalie said in an annoyed voice. Nobody calls me Isabella unless they're annoyed with me. My name is Bella.

"I wasn't even sleeping Rosalie." I rolled my eyes, Rosalie laughed as she flipped through her Voge magazine.

"Yeah, sure you weren't." Rosalie gave a snort and read an artical on 'How to Please Your Man'.

"Why are you even reading that trash, it's not like you have a man." I snorted, Rosalie's blue eyes got wide and she hit me. She didn't want mom knowing what she was reading.

"What? Did you hear that Renee?" My dad exclaimed, trying hard to keep his eyes on the traffic in front of us. We were almost there, thank god.

"Yes, I did Charles. Girls, please. Rosalie, put the magazine away before I throw it away. Bella, stop nit picking." Mom said as she turned to us.

"Nit picking? She started it." I claimed.

"No I didn't-" Rosalie went to defend herself.

"If Bella says it's true, it's true. Bella never lies." My dad clairified.

It's true, I never do lie. I tell the truth, because I am a good person. I want to join the peace core and make a real good living out of it. I want to help feed the poor, help house the homeless. You get the picture.

"Here we are." Dad said, I must have fallen asleep, and so did Rosalie. Rosalie's perfect angel face was pressed up against the glass, though, as soon as she awoke. She saw this big brawny man who was caring skii's. Rosalie's mouth practically dropped.

"Pick your jaw up, before Dad notices." I elbowed Rosalie in the side, she shh'ed me, and she put her face right, making herself look excited to be here.

"Bella, why don't you go get our key." Mom said as Mrs. and Mr. Brandon walked up, it seemed they sent Alice on the same chore. I nodded and walked fast to keep up to Alice. Alice was wearing a black halter top with red strawberries printed on it and blue cutt offs. I was wearing a white halter top with kahki cut offs.

"Hey, Alice." I said smiling as I tickled her side. She laughed and smiled at me.

"Hi, Bells." She said as she grabbed my hand. "There is this photographer here, his name is Jasper Whitlock, and my goodness, he seems so gorgeous." Alice put her hand on her heart, smiling.

"Looks like you and Rosalie will be love-sick puppies this summer. Rosalie saw this big muscular guy." I laughed as I pointed my thumb in the direction he was.

"That's Emmett McCar- something or other." Alice said, she couldn't remember his full last name. "He's the sport's instructor here." Alice said in a supioror tone because she knew who he was.

"Which sport did you sign up for?" I laughed, I knew she had to of signed up for something. She frowed, I caught her.

"Croquett." She addmitted.

Our parents made us sign up for at least one sport each summer and take dancing lessons. It was pretty much annoying, but we did it. It was to keep us busy, else wise we'd stay in the cabins and talk and read our books. Our mom's wouldn't have that.

"Sounds better than that darn frizbee team." I laughed, we reached the main lobby where the clerk was, he was an older man, Mr. Black. He had worked here for ever, and his son Jacob had too.

"Hello Ms. Brandon and Ms. Swan." He greeted us with our cabins.

"Hi Billy. Is Jake here?" Alice asked in a chipper voice.

"No, unfortunately. He decided to take a roofing job with his cousin Sam." Billy said as he shrugged, "brings in more money for college."

"Oh, that's too bad, he was the best gardener." Alice said snapping her fingers, Billy laughed and nodded his head. Jake always planted sunflowers for Alice and I. And we both knew how hellish they were to get to stand straight up, but some how Jake managed it.

"I know, I know." Billy smiled.

"Well, tell him we said hello, and good luck." I said smiling, Alice butted in.

"And not to fall off a roof!" Alice added, her big blue eyes wide.

"Sure, sure." Billy laughed as he brought his attention to an elderly couple coming in. Alice and I walked to our cabins which were beside each other, a blonde boy already took my bags to the door and had a few of Rosalie's.

"Hi, I'm Mike." The blonde boy said, I smiled patiently, waiting for him to get away from the door so I could un lock it.

"Hi, I'm-" I got cut off as I opened the door.

"Isabella, move." Rosalie said annoyed, she pushed passed me into the cabin.

"Nice to meet you, Isabella." Mike said, I sighed,

"Bella, everyone calls me Bella. Except for Rosalie." I said quietly.

"It's Rose," Rosalie said as she popped her blonde head out of the cabin door. "In case you were curious. Speaking of curious, who was that big muscular man with the skii's?" She asked Mike as I pushed past her to get to the room. She already picked her bed. Perfect. I got the one nearest to the door. I hated having the one closest to the door, I always got bit up .

"Oh, that's Emmett McCarthey." Mike said politely, "he's the sports instructor."

"Oh, then you'll be seeing him a lot Rose." I laughed, putting my hand on her shoulder. She glared at me.

"You like sports?" Mike asked as he walked into our cabin and put the suit cases down. Rose snorted.

"I do, Bella can't play. She's terrible at walking." Rosalie said as she grabbed five of the six bags he was carrying.

"You only have one?" He asked confused looking around.

"My dad must have my other two." I blushed, Mike nodded his head and looked around the room. This is our cabin. We actually bought it.

"So, Mike what is it that you do?" Rosalie looked annoyed with his presents being here, still.

"I do anything that is needed. My parents own this with the Cullen's." Mike said proudly.

"The Cullen's?" I asked, I knew they owned it since I was five, but I never really heard about them, he sounded like he didn't like her.

"Yeah, they have a son, Edward Cullen." Mike sounded disgusted, "he's the dance instructor. I'd stay away from him, Rosalie, Isabella. He's a... bit different." Mike said, my father put his hand on Mike's shoulder as he walked in.

"Bella, this is the boy I've been tellin ya about." My dad said proudly, the boy he would like to fund college for. Since he was going to college to be a police officer.

"Ohhh, this is the daughter you've talked so fondly about." Mike recalled, I looked at my tennis shoes and l blushed.

"Dad..." I mumbled, he was trying to set me up with Mike, I think. A knock on the door saved me, Alice.

"Hi, Mr. Swan, I was wondering if I could borrow Bella. We're signing up for Croquett." Alice said proudly, Rosalie's bored, blue eyes lit up.

"Oh, me too, me too." Rosalie grabbed her clutch and put it under her arm, "be back soon, Daddy." Rosalie kissed his cheek and walked out the door with me. I kissed dad's cheek too and walked out behind her.

At dinner we sat with the Brandon's and Mike was invited to our table. Since it was the first night, there was a dance-every night there was a dance, depending on where you went- and Mike asked me to go with him. I went to be nice, only to be nice.

I put on a pink/peach dress that was a halter dress, it showed my stomach and had a long skirt. My brown hair was impossible, so I put it in a pony tail and threw a ribbon in it that Rosalie said complimented the dress. I smiled at Rosalie. Her beautiful red halter dress, her blonde hair was down and in curls, her blue eyes accented with a coffee colored make up. Her lips were bright red, she smiled at me.

"Ready, Bella?" Rose asked, I nodded my head, grabbing my white clutch. As soon as I opened the door, Mike was standing, waiting for me. I looked down at my feet as Rosalie looked and laughed at him. He was dressed in a lime green tux. We clashed.

"Have fun, Bella." Rosalie said as she walked past us.

"Dad said it was festive, so dress festive." Mike said as he looked down at the tux. I smiled.

"Indeed." I said as I shut the cabin door, he lead me to the dance that was held in a large dinning area the tables were cleared and we were in the hall, some where. I watched a tall blonde woman dance with a gorgeous man with copper red hair. It needed cut, but that's what I liked about it. Father hated boys with long hair, he said they were one of those 'hippies'. Mike noticed me staring at the boy and girl.

"Thats Tanya Denali, she's Edward's assistant." Mike said as he looked at her, "she's gorgeous, isn't she?" Mike said, obviously smitten.

"Yeah, she is." I said, but I didn't look at Tanya, I looked at Edward. The song changed, and I finally seen his eyes. They met mine. They were green.

"Grab a girl beside you! Grab a gent beside you!" The voice said on the intercom, Mike got grabbed by Mrs. Cope, a middle aged woman who's husband grabbed my mom. Rosalie was grabbed by Emmett McCarthey and Alice was grabbed by a tall man who had strawberry blonde hair. I stood alone for a split second.

Edward grabbed me.

"Ever dance before?" He asked cassually, I was mesmerized by his eyes.

"No," I breathed, "not really." I admitted.

"Follow my lead. I'm Edward." He introduced himself.

"Bella." I said quietly. I watched his feet, and I felt his hand on my face.

"Look at me, not my feet." He said laughing with a smile.

"I'll step on your feet," I blushed.

"I'll live." Edward said smiling.

He lead me around the dance floor, I stepped on his feet, several times. And I apologized, several times. He was really nice, and when the next song came, he stopped and sepreated from myself.

"Would you like to dance once more? That was just a waltz." Edward said smiling. I blushed and took his hand again. I was unable to tell you what type of dance he was pushing me into, but his hands went to my sides, and his hips shifted out, and he shifted mine in. I gasped. It was a bold move.

"Excuse me," Mike cut in, I blushed and looked down, embarrassed by a person who barely knew me.

"Do you wish to cut in?" Edward asked politely, his green eyes dark.

"Indeed." Mike said, his eyes narrowing.

"Right, well, there you are." Edward said letting go of me, completely. "It was a nice dance, Bella." He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm, he turned back to me, a look of concern on his face.

"Do you provide dance lessons?" I asked quietly, slightly embarrassed.

"Yes, I do. Tanya and I both do." Edward said as he pulled Tanya to his side, "in case you're uncomfortable working with me," he explained carefully.

"I'd like to sign up, where?" I asked, patiently, hoping not to be a burden.

"Uh," he paused, smiling. "You just did." He smiled and walked away. I blushed and looked down at my feet, incredibly shy. Tanya stayed, and looked at Mike.

"I need to talk to you, then..." Tanya whispered to Mike, Mike rolled his eyes, and looked away.

"Yeah, sure." Mike said rudely before leading me away.

"What was that about?" I asked curiously, Mike shrugged and took my hand for a turn around the dance floor. I looked to my right, Alice was still dancing with the strawberry blonde man, and Rosalie was still dancing with the sport's instructor. Mom and dad were talking with Mr. And Mrs. Brandon, and I looked to my left... Edward was staring at me.