This is my first fanfic... I've read a gazillion but this is my first time attempting to write one, so tell me what you think. :]
Of course, SM owns everything Twilight.
I stood in the corner of the sweaty nightclub, sipping my drink and watching Alice and Rosalie dance on the illuminated dance floor. Both of them were like graceful gods, moving around the floor and shaking their hips in just the right ways to make all of the guys around them abandon their dates and stare open-mouthed while covering their pants. They had tried to coax me onto the dance floor, but I knew that if I tried to dance like that, I would one: look ridiculous next to their serious skills, or two: end up flat on my face. Or maybe both. Most likely both. Hence, I stood at a table in the corner of the club, dressed up in a deep blue dress that of course enhanced my cleavage, and ridiculously tall high heels drinking alone.
Why did I even agree to come here in the first place? Oh, yeah. Because I'm desperate. I hadn' t had a boyfriend since the seventh grade, and I hadn't had a… release… since I lost my virginity senior year of high school. I sighed as I remembered that incident. I had been eager to just get it over with, so I found a friend that was willing to do it and proceeded to do the deed. It lasted all of five minutes and as soon as he found his release he bolted out of the room like I was on fire. Not the best experience of my life. So, as a result of that horrendous incident, I was sitting here by myself, wishing to have the confidence that my girlfriends so obviously possessed.
As I looked at them grinding and sashaying, I mused that our relationship was strange, to say the least. I had met Alice my freshman year of college, in calculus. She approached me and told me that she was from out of town and needed to make friends, to which I mumbled that I was in the same position. She squealed and took my arm in hers, starting to ramble on and on about how we were going to be great friends. At the time I thought she was crazy, but now I loved her like she was my own sister. She always had endless energy, always filling in the gaps in a conversation, never letting it get awkward, to which I was extremely grateful; I had never been the best conversationalist. Rosalie came into our lives later, when Alice just had go complement her Prada shoes, and her stunning dress, and her gorgeous hair, and so on. Rosalie always loved talking about herself, so naturally she and Alice made fast friends.
As I came back to the present, I once again looked to the dance floor to see Alice and Rose "flaunt their hotness", as they put it, but as I searched I realized that they weren't there anymore. I quickly looked over to the bar, guessing that they had finally worn themselves out with all that dancing, but found that they weren't there, either. Then I heard their voices growing closer to me, and saw that they were coming from the bathroom.
Alice looked amazing in a short black strapless dress that shined in all of the strobe lights. Her short spiky hair accentuated her round face perfectly, and her make-up was flawless. Rosalie, of course, looked like the woman from every man's wet dreams, her perfect figure one that models everywhere coveted, and her wavy blonde hair the style that Hollywood stars couldn't quite achieve.
"Finally get worn out, guys?" I asked with a smug grin.
"Of course not!" Alice yelled over the booming music. "We were just getting bored. Dancing is no fun without you!"
"Well, from over here it certainly looked like you two were having fun," I yelled back, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.
"Nope," Rosalie replied, "definitely no fun without our third half." She looked at me with big eyes and jutted out her bottom lip. "Please, Bells?"
"Are you kidding me?" I yelled. This music was starting to get slightly annoying. "I'm already clumsy enough without alcohol in my system, just think what havoc would be wreaked if I tried to walk now?"
They just laughed and continued, unsuccessfully, to try to get me out on the dance floor. "Maybe after a few more drinks, alright?" I finally acquiesced, giving them both my best scowl.
"Yay!" Alice squealed, starting to bounce up and down. "Shots, shots, shots!"
"No! No shots!" I screamed, "You remember what happened last time!"
Rose snorted. "Oh, so what, you puked all over the floor, we all end up there at some point in our lives. Suck it up, girl!"
Just then Alice came back to the table with three huge shots of what I assumed was tequila. Rose and Alice shoved one into my hand and Alice said, "To loosening up!" She winked at me and downed her glass, and, reluctantly, I drank mine too. Admittedly, the tequila was really good, leaving a smooth burn down my throat as it went down. I immediately felt the alcohol spread through my body and burn up into my brain. With the combined help of Rose and Alice's persistence and the burn of the alcohol, I finally agreed to join them on the dance floor.
They each took on of my hands and led me to the dead center of the dance floor, proceeding to dance up against me. As Alice let go of my hand and started grinding up against my back side, Rosalie freed my other hand and started to dance with her back to my front. I don't know if it was just the booze talking or what, but I started to think that we looked hot up there, so I smiled and proceeded to grind against them both and move my hands to Rosalie's hips in front of me. When she felt my hands, she tipped her head back, giving me and huge smile and kissing me on the cheek. I looked around and sure enough, to my complete excitement, all of the guys around us had their eyes trained on our hips grinding against each other, and this surprisingly gave me courage to really get into the music and let myself go for once. I found myself having so much fun that I couldn't stop smiling as more and more guys dropped their hands to the front of their pants and shifted uncomfortably. I felt powerful and beautiful for the first time in my life, and I was loving it. My eyes raked over the entire club, seeing the men on the outskirts eyeing us, also.
And then I saw him. He was sitting on one of the comfortable leather couches with a girl under each arm, not paying us any attention. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His muscular arms were toned perfectly, and his tight-fitting dark green sweater hinted at a flawlessly toned chest, as well. His faded jeans hung on his hips in the most delicious way, and his eyelashes were long and luxurious. Wait, did I just complement his eyelashes? Must be the booze talking. His cheekbones stood prominent in his flawless face, his lips plump and delicious. But what caught my sight initially was his hair; his gorgeous, bronze, fuck-me hair that was illuminated in the lights of the club, lying tousled and gloriously messy on his head. And just then, as if he sensed my staring, he looked up and I was staring straight into the deepest, most alluring green eyes I had ever seen. His eyes bore into mine shamelessly, and thank god for alcohol, I didn't blush and look away, but instead held his gaze with my own. We continued to stare at each other until he looked away, going back into conversation with a girl under his arm. After the trance was broken, I shyly looked away and continued dancing with Alice and Rose, unaware that I was still grinding up against them as I held eyes with the most gorgeous man in existence.
I realized that the warm sensation in my body was desire, and that even without knowing this man's name I wanted him badly. And what was his name? I needed to know. I yelled at Alice and Rose that I needed a break, and we walked over to the table holding hands.
"Wasn't that fun?" Alice squeaked.
"Yeah, yeah, who's that guy sitting over there?" I pointed to the couches and the man sitting leisurely on the leather.
"I don't know, I've never seen him before." Rosalie said. "You, Alice?"
"Nope," Alice replied. "Do you like him, Bells?"
"Are you kidding me?" I screamed. "He's fucking gorgeous! Look at him!"
They laughed, taking a closer look. "Holy fuck he is beautiful," Rosalie said at last.
"That's what I said!" I shrieked.
"Well why don't you go talk to him?" Alice asked, beaming at me.
"Yeah right, Alice, like that's going to happen." I rolled at my eyes at her and snorted.
"Come on, Bella," she whined. "You don't know if you'll ever see him again! Just go talk to him!"
"Not going to happen, Alice, my dear," I said, patting her shoulder. "He doesn't even look interested anyway. Look at those women around him! They're beautiful!"
"Wait, he's getting up!" Rosalie screamed.
I quickly looked over and sure enough, my personal god was walking toward the bar, moving with such grace that I swooned in my chair, letting my head fall on Alice's shoulder and ogling the way his low-cut jeans hugged his hips and imagining what I would give to bury my hands in that bronze hair. He spoke to the bartender and lingered for a moment, waiting for his drink, before his green eyes once again found mine. His luscious lips quirked up into a crooked smile so beautiful that I stopped breathing, and as quick as he found me, he looked away.
Holy fuck, I thought, I need to know this man.
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