Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own but I DO own what I do, okay?
A/N: Yeah, okay, I'll admit that the main guy in this story is one of my dream guys. That's what I LOVE about writing. I get to be the main character girl and them look like me and do w/e I want with w/e guy I want. hehehe. okay, on with the story.
Dirty Dancing II. er, III
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! were I with thee
Wild Nights would be our luxury.
Futile the winds to a heart in port, Gone with the compass
Gone with the chart--Rowing in Eden
Ah the Sea! Might I but moor-- Tonight in thee
~Emily Dickinson~
"Mom, should I bring this in too?" asked Vivien Natalie Heighton, age thirteen and looks like a curvy supermodel, holding up yet another bathing suit.
Her sister, Audrey Elizabeth, who's seventeen and looked plain and had a body like her sister's (and her mother's) but more tame, sighed at the thought. She always disguised her figure so she looked like a little girl. Their little brother, Clark Frank, age nine, just kept listening to his CD player. They had just pulled up to a place near the Catskill Mountains called Kellerman's.
"You're bringing five in already. You don't need another," her mother, Victoria, replied.
"Oh no!!! I left my favorite bellbottoms at home!!!" she whined.
"Will ya shut up already?" asked Audrey hypothetically.
"Bambina, don't say shut up," her father, Edward, told her.
"Sorry Daddy, but she just won't be quiet about her stupid clothes. It's not a tragedy."
"That's true. It's not a tragedy."
"Daddy! Why do always take her side?" whined Vivien.
"I don't. She's just right on this one."
"Everybody got their things to take to the cabin?" asked Victoria.
There was an affirmative with everybody. The manager of everything, Neil Kellerman, came up to the family and greeted them. Clark turned off his CD player and had his headphones hang around his neck.
"The Heightons! How are you all?"
"We're all fine. How are all of you?" asked Clark slowly and sarcastically. Neil didn't get it. The two sisters started giggling. Their father nudged them and they abruptly stopped.
"Umm, well, all the staff here are doing fine, and because of your parents, I'm not dead," said Neil smiling. "Do you need help with your stuff?"
He immediately called over a boy with light-ish skin, brown-gray eyes, and dirty blonde hair named Jack. Audrey and Vivien both smiled at him, their dark brown eyes like their maternal grandmother's twinkling.
"Nah, we got it. Thanks though," replied Victoria.
"Okay. You know, there are dance lessons in a half an hour and there are games in the east lobby if you're interested."
"We wouldn't want Edward to overdue it. This is his first real vacation in seven years," said Victoria.
"What kind of dance?" asked Audrey. She was always interested in dancing. Or at least watching people dance. She sucked at it, especially ballroom. She stunk at ballroom.
"It's classic foxtrot and meringue. There are other classes for ballroom, mambo, and some modern dances. At shows, the dance people do classics, mostly slow ballroom. You should go see them"
"Can we? I wanna take classes and see the shows," rambled Vivien.
"And at the end of the year, there's a talent show. You all should be in it."
"Ooh! How fun!" Just then, a young man that looked sort of like Neil but different hair color (whitish blonde) and almost albino-looking too with his extremely pale blue eyes that were almost white.
"And this is my nephew, Charles. He's about your age, Vivien."
"Hi, Charles," said Vivien shyly.
Charles responded with a hello and a smile to her. Another boy came up that looked like him too. His name was Darren. He turned out to be his brother and he was of Audrey's age.
Audrey internally thought, Please don't Daddy. Don't force us together. He's not as good as you.
However, her father didn't read her mind. Instead, he promised her to him for a whole array of dances that night.
Audrey thought, Okay, if this is what Daddy wants, then it's for the best. She put on a smile and dreaded what was to come. Little did she know that what was to come was not as bad as she thought.
A/N: Yeah, okay, I'll admit that the main guy in this story is one of my dream guys. That's what I LOVE about writing. I get to be the main character girl and them look like me and do w/e I want with w/e guy I want. hehehe. okay, on with the story.
Dirty Dancing II. er, III
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! were I with thee
Wild Nights would be our luxury.
Futile the winds to a heart in port, Gone with the compass
Gone with the chart--Rowing in Eden
Ah the Sea! Might I but moor-- Tonight in thee
~Emily Dickinson~
"Mom, should I bring this in too?" asked Vivien Natalie Heighton, age thirteen and looks like a curvy supermodel, holding up yet another bathing suit.
Her sister, Audrey Elizabeth, who's seventeen and looked plain and had a body like her sister's (and her mother's) but more tame, sighed at the thought. She always disguised her figure so she looked like a little girl. Their little brother, Clark Frank, age nine, just kept listening to his CD player. They had just pulled up to a place near the Catskill Mountains called Kellerman's.
"You're bringing five in already. You don't need another," her mother, Victoria, replied.
"Oh no!!! I left my favorite bellbottoms at home!!!" she whined.
"Will ya shut up already?" asked Audrey hypothetically.
"Bambina, don't say shut up," her father, Edward, told her.
"Sorry Daddy, but she just won't be quiet about her stupid clothes. It's not a tragedy."
"That's true. It's not a tragedy."
"Daddy! Why do always take her side?" whined Vivien.
"I don't. She's just right on this one."
"Everybody got their things to take to the cabin?" asked Victoria.
There was an affirmative with everybody. The manager of everything, Neil Kellerman, came up to the family and greeted them. Clark turned off his CD player and had his headphones hang around his neck.
"The Heightons! How are you all?"
"We're all fine. How are all of you?" asked Clark slowly and sarcastically. Neil didn't get it. The two sisters started giggling. Their father nudged them and they abruptly stopped.
"Umm, well, all the staff here are doing fine, and because of your parents, I'm not dead," said Neil smiling. "Do you need help with your stuff?"
He immediately called over a boy with light-ish skin, brown-gray eyes, and dirty blonde hair named Jack. Audrey and Vivien both smiled at him, their dark brown eyes like their maternal grandmother's twinkling.
"Nah, we got it. Thanks though," replied Victoria.
"Okay. You know, there are dance lessons in a half an hour and there are games in the east lobby if you're interested."
"We wouldn't want Edward to overdue it. This is his first real vacation in seven years," said Victoria.
"What kind of dance?" asked Audrey. She was always interested in dancing. Or at least watching people dance. She sucked at it, especially ballroom. She stunk at ballroom.
"It's classic foxtrot and meringue. There are other classes for ballroom, mambo, and some modern dances. At shows, the dance people do classics, mostly slow ballroom. You should go see them"
"Can we? I wanna take classes and see the shows," rambled Vivien.
"And at the end of the year, there's a talent show. You all should be in it."
"Ooh! How fun!" Just then, a young man that looked sort of like Neil but different hair color (whitish blonde) and almost albino-looking too with his extremely pale blue eyes that were almost white.
"And this is my nephew, Charles. He's about your age, Vivien."
"Hi, Charles," said Vivien shyly.
Charles responded with a hello and a smile to her. Another boy came up that looked like him too. His name was Darren. He turned out to be his brother and he was of Audrey's age.
Audrey internally thought, Please don't Daddy. Don't force us together. He's not as good as you.
However, her father didn't read her mind. Instead, he promised her to him for a whole array of dances that night.
Audrey thought, Okay, if this is what Daddy wants, then it's for the best. She put on a smile and dreaded what was to come. Little did she know that what was to come was not as bad as she thought.