Disclaimer: Obz don't own Twilight, and I'm not all that keen on it either, but Jacob is yummeh.

"Bella, get your ass down here, we've got a load of twelve year olds to teach!"

Shit, so we did.

I streamed into the bathroom, grabbing a pair of sweats and a tank on the way, my usual work attire. I smiled as I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I sure was different. My toned abdominals were prominent under my creamy skin, my boobs were perky and my legs went forever.

"Beeeeella!" Bree urged downstairs of our quaint little beach shack.
"Coming! Right now," I said, charging down the creaky wooden steps of my beautiful classic home. I met her at the bottom, a grin prominent on her friendly face. Bree was hard to describe, like words couldn't do her justice. With her bouncing blonde curls, lean body, tan complexion and a splatter of cute freckles across her nose, she was every guys dream, especially the tourists, as she was as Australian as you could get. I used to be intimidated, being around her, but she was my best friend, and I knew I was attractive also, in a different way.

Yep, that's right, Australian. I was in Australia, my new home. Well, for now, that is. I was living with Bree on the north west-coast of the beautiful Australia, right on the beach. At first, it was a temporary holiday, to get away from the life I left behind in the States, but since meeting Bree... well lets just say I never looked back, almost. It has been six years since I left America, and I still don't know if I'm ready to go back.

"Let's go," Bree announced, grabbing the keys to the car as we started the short drive to the studio.

Apart from the beach and our sunny balcony, the studio was my favourite place to be. With it's old wooden floorboards, white french doors and great ornate mirrors, it was impossible to resist. Bree owned it, but I was her partner, her wing-man, even her beta. Though our town of La Sirene was home to a tiny two-thousand, seven hundred and fifty two people, we had plenty of business. There was something about the summer sun that allowed people the passion to dance. That, and we made it super fun to get fit.

Yes, dancing. Clumsy, uncoordinated Bella, a dance instructor? You wouldn't dream of it. But I wasn't that Bella anymore, in more ways that just physical. When I met Bree just under six years ago, I was a mess; emotionally and physically. But she was the light that helped me through, and now not only am I a fantastic dance instructor, I'm confident, sexy and a people-person. I liked the new me, I could comfortably say I was awesome. Bad-ass Bella. That was how Tyson had described me once when we were reflecting on my transformation. It was evident to everyone, everyone who mattered. And by everyone who mattered I mean Bree, Tyson and Ben. Tyson and Ben were fun; the socialites of La Sirene, as well as the best personal trainers in town. The duo worked at the studio with us in a small gym we had built on extension. Together, the four of us were unstoppable. By day we were dance and fitness professionals, but by night, oh, nobody knew how to party better. La Sarine had an alright party scene, but we tended to drive into the city on the weekends -which were actually four day weekends due to our flexible work schedule- and blow tons of cash, just being young and free.

"Alright girls, let's get it on girls. Just one week 'till performance night, but don't stress, you guys are looking fucking awesome!" That was Bree. Her positive energy and natural bubbly aura was one of the best things about having her as an instructor.

I smiled. "Classy, Bree. But she's right girls, you're doing fantastically. But let's not get slack! From the top, one, two, three..." I flicked the play switch as the girls assembled in their lines. No, it wasn't ballet or ballroom dancing. It was fun, modern, dance. Mostly hip-hop, but it was original and different, not all bop-it jump-it crunch-it. But hell, it was one workout. We could transform anyone in this studio, just as Bree had done with me.

Thank God is was Thursday. I loved teaching but I loved going out more, and it was time to start our weekend. Packing a light load of underwear, dresses and other such essentials, I was excited for another weekend out with my best friends. I laid back on my bed, looking up at the slightly cracked ceiling of my bedroom.

Mmm, I suppose I should explain why I'm here and Edwards not. It's not a fascinating, dramatic story of tears and screaming, not anything like that at all. Maybe I'd feel a little better if it had been. Maybe if Edward had screamed hateful words at me and chucked me out on the sidewalk, I wouldn't still be walking around with a guilt cloud hanging over my head, but then again, maybe not. Edward and I had parted, mostly because of me. One day I had just realised, like an epiphany, that I was living a life of lies in a world I didn't belong in. I was still a baby with this huge great life ahead of me, and I wanted to live it well. I was glad I left before it was too late, immortality wasn't something you could undo. I have my regrets, but deep down I know I did the right thing. Charlie knows, I wish I could visit him, but I just can't. I call him everyone second day, he understands, but I know he wants me back. I think I could almost go back soon, for a visit. Some days I'm certain I can, and I almost hop on the closest plane leaving -which isn't usually very close, living remotely, you see- and run back into my fathers arms, but other days it's as if a visit back to dreary old Forks would send me into a fit of insanity. It wasn't just Charlie there either, there was...

"Ready for another few nights of partying, boys, drinks, dancing and ... boys?" Bree cried, bursting through the door of my room.

"I could have been dressing Bree," I said, giving her a cheeky grin.

"I wouldn't have minded," Came Ben as he revealed himself at the door way.

"No complaints here, either." Tyson remarked as he appeared behind Ben.

"Party at Bella's door," I said, rolling my eyes playfully. "I'm ready, let's go."

And with that we spent the next three nights dancing under lights, getting drunk and hooking up.
But whoever I was with those nights, there was always the same person on my mind as I drifted off to sleep, and no, it wasn't my incredible vampire ex I left behind in America.

Tehehe. Added my Aussie touch to it :)

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