Why hello there! This is chapter two of my new story Sinful Dancing.
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Sinful Dancing
Chapter 2: Home, Sweet, Home.
Honestly Alice is such a lazy person, but when you talk about clothes she is the first. I thought as I took the two heavy suitcases from Alice's bed.
She had left to say good bye to some people I had no connection with and we were going to have lunch with our regular friends.
Her suitcase were Gucci, mine were military bags that I found on eBay at a great price. I thanked god her suitcases had wheels, because they were heavier than me. I finally reached the truck that I would dearly miss but, I had enough in my pocket to buy an Audi TT. Charlie had given the truck to me before moving to Forks six years ago in my mid-junior year; she had been with me since then.
I put the two suitcases in the back, thanks to a man passing through. He saw me struggling while I tried and fail, he too acknowledges they were heavy and made a joke about dealing rocks; lame I know. I put my military bags too and headed upstairs again.
I open the door for the last time. Alice had taken everything out and decided to leave early so she didn't start crying. Everything was empty complete silence, except the cars passing through and the bird singing outside the window. I let a tear or tears fall just because this was my home for four years where lots of things happen.
Royce left before Alice even woke up. The sex was good, but I had better men in bed; he told me I was a goddess, sadly he wasn't a god. I remember Edward; he DID look like a sex-god and I wouldn't doubt he was almost perfect in bed.
I stared at the walls that own no pictures or curtains or anything. I went into my room for the last time and I remembered four years ago.
When Alice and I ran to the apartment and the room the first take was theirs. Alice had given up the bigger room, because she thought I deserved it.
Where she got that idea? I have no idea.
I closed the door and went to Alice which made me remember all those time we jump in her bed like girls in a sleepover, or the nights we stayed up studying and asking the other question about different classes.
Alice and I got into NYFA, she studied Bachelor of Fine Arts Degree Program in Filmmaking and I so did I. We loved movies, we always had. She and I had been best friends since that day I became a student of Forks High School, which thanks to her wasn't as crappy as it ought to be.
We decided for our own what we wanted to do. We didn't want to think we choose our careers based on the other. But later did we find out, we choose that art of movie production. We both promise ourselves to go to England to pursue our education in filmmaking. Two months ago we got the acceptance letters to NFTS in Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, England. I would have my MA in Screenwriting and Alice in Cinematography. So today we would be off to our new adventure.
After leaving the apartment and closing the deal with the manager. I left the apartment and went to my favorite restaurant Chili's where the girls and Alice were meeting me before we depart.
I arrived and everybody had already their cocktails, not sure if their first. Alice spotted me.
"Bella!" she screamed like the happy girl she wasn't.
I wave at them and sat down. The waiter came asking if we were the whole group and if I wanted something to drink.
"I'll have Gray Goose Vodka seventy five" I said. The waiter gave me a menu to check even if I already knew what I wanted. I always asked for the same thing. The waiter came back with my drink and it was as strong as I hope it would be.
"Well girls. To long distance friendship bound to survive" I said raising my drink and clicking it with the other cocktails as the girls shouted 'hear, hear'. We laughed. After a while we talk about work, the new apartment in England. At some point Alice mention she got lucky with Blondie last night and that Edward came by, but I was already occupied with my own activities. I felt disappointed because I knew he would never disappoint me in that department. We also talked about how Jessica got pregnant after a year of trying with her husband Mike, which wasn't an angel at all; he made passes at me when his wife wasn't looking. Angela was having fun with her new boyfriend Ben a long time after Eric.
We talked and laughed. Our food came fast and kept talking over drinks. I was going to miss this. Maybe I wasn't a Social Butterfly, but when I had friends I knew how to have a good time. We finished eating dessert and it was time to leave.
Our plane should be leaving in three and half hours and we had to be there three hours before for international flights. We said goodbye to all out friends and told them to call us once in a while and we would do the same. Alice cried a little bit, but then Angela told her about the webcam and she became instantly happy.
Alice and I reached the airport, check in, went through Duana and got to our gate. My dad, Charlie, was visiting in Thanksgiving and I was coming home for Christmas. Alice and I sat down.
Three hours later of total boredom and some card game now and then, we went to board the plan.
The plan was very cozy and it had leg room. The pilot announces that we were taking off in twenty minutes due to a problem with one of the suitcases. I imagine it was Alice's, those things were fucking heavy. The sign of the seatbelt turned on and the plane was taking off. While the speed increased so did my heartbeat. I was leaving my beautiful New York for England; it was like trading a dollar for a pound. Alice was already asleep and I looked outside telling myself.
"This is my new beginning, the new Bella" and drifted to dreamless-seven-hour sleep.
I woke up as the pilot announce that we were above England and that we would landing in the airport as soon as allowed or give the permission to land. Alice was awake drinking Sprite. She looks at me and frown.
"What?"
"You shouldn't look like that when we land in our new home" she said. She stood up and took out her emergency bag and opened it. She took out, some powder, a black liner and a brush.
"Alice! We are about to land. Put that stuff away!" I whisper to her in a higher tone.
"Bella, please" she didn't argue with me, maybe she was serious. She was oversensitive about this things, new home and first impression even to land.
I stayed still while she fixed me, she told me to put my hair down and I move facing the window so she could fix my hair. After only a few minutes she took out her small mirror and showed me my reflection, I had change in less than five minutes. Alice was a witch, I bet! I thought as I stared in to my own reflection.
"Give it; I don't want my best friend suddenly become narcissist because of me" she said putting the mirror back into the bag.
I laughed, after a few moments she join me. The plane was descending, I could feel it. As the plane touched the ground, I felt thousand of butterflies fly in my stomach. I was happy. I had made it this far.
While sleeping on the plane, I dreamt about Edward, but the dream started and ended quickly. He now hunted my dreams and I couldn't see him again. I was starting a new life, a new me and Edward was nowhere around to join me.
As we step out of the plane, Alice screamed in the hallway.
"I am fucking home, Baby!"
I snicker, she was fucking crazy but that is one of the things I love about her. We found our bags and the rest of the stuff we'll be sent home tomorrow. Today we could enjoy London; after all it was the first time me being here. Alice found a booth that offered tours of the city. It wasn't actually a pick a tour; it was a vacation company which offered tours. Before leaving I called them to see if I could get a tour without an actual vacation, they say I couldn't but after explaining the situation, that we were going to live there they agreed. I booked a night in London and the tour was called a 'Taste of London' which visited the highlights of the city.
We arrived at our hotel; we would stay overnight and head tomorrow early to our brand new home.
As we arrived at Novotel London West, we got greeted by British Ladies in red uniforms. They told us to be down at six forty five that we would be leaving at seven sharp. They told too, to check in the first floor, which confuse me a minute. I asked her if this wasn't the first floor she correct me by pointing out this was the ground floor and the first floor would be the second in the back in the States. We went to the 'first floor' and turned left, we saw a big lounge. It had a restaurant and a bar/restaurant. The bar had a green colored main theme but all the seats and table were modern. The check in counter was right next to it. The computers were in the opposite of the side of the counter; there were two. We check in quite quickly. We had the room three-zero-six. When we reached the elevator we pushed number three and went up. As we stepped outside a sign informed us were our room was.
We went left at the end we took a quick right until the end of what appeared to be an endless hallway and then right again. Our room was right in the middle of the hallways. Alice entered quite fast, like light bulb. I took out the video camera I gave her in her last birthday. It was my personal promise we will see new things and now we had a way to never forget them. Alice took a quick bath while I surfed through the channels. There was absolutely nothing. I hope they had more at the apartment and not only British television. I stopped at the kid's channel that was playing "Shaun the Sheep" that also was on Disney Channel sometimes; I surfed back home too. When Alice finished and took my turn. I didn't wash my hair because I had already done so before I left the apartment and it still smell like strawberries and felt clean. My shower was about twenty minutes.
We both got dressed and went to the 'ground floor' I was hungry but the tour offered dinner. A group of people were waiting for the tour as well. It was six forty five and we stepped in on a bus.
The woman told us all about how England lived. We knew about the eight pound a day to drive and we were ready to pay. She had to pick up other clients as well so in the way we saw a glimpse of the late Lady Di's home. Even thought I also saw a glimpse something told me it was beautiful just because it was owned by her. Alice was taking pictures of everything. We made jokes about the people we saw and counted the dogs that passed by. We head to the restaurant called The Prospect of Whitby; it was London oldest Riverside Inn, which opened in 1520's.
We asked a couple of the tour to take our picture next to the sign.
We entered and it was true what the tour director had said. She told us the restaurant was build with actual parts of a pirate boat; I felt like if we were inside one. As soon as dinner ended we went into a cruise and saw the main buildings that can be seen from the river Thames.
As the night was coming to an end, we went back to our room. Alice said she had fun tonight and she couldn't wait to come back to a shopping street that the director showed us. I laughed at her and throw her one of the pillows at the face. We started laughing.
I stared at the ceiling trying to accept that this was my home, that this was where home was. As soon as I knew it was the truth, I drifted to a calm sleep.
We woke up and Alice had everything ready-to-go. Breakfast was included and we went to the restaurant to check it out. Various people had already come down to eat. There was a wide selection of food. I decided egg, sausage and a piece of pineapple with a serving of apple juice and hot chocolate. Alice went for the oatmeal, toast with peach jam, a small proportion of scramble eggs and her usual coffee. When we had finished we check out and went downstairs were our taxi would arrive.
Alice and I got talking about home décor and what colors would be good this time of the year.
"Miss Brandon and Miss Swan" a British man called us and we were off to our new home.
After almost two hours in a taxi we reached the apartment, which was beautiful. It had the traditional triangle roof. It was painted clear yellow and the roof navy blue. Our apartment was the number seven, my lucky number.
"We are here!" Alice screamed.
"Shush, we have neighbors, you know?" I said to her. She shrugged, I took out the camera to take our first picture to open the apartment, it was stupid but we had fun with it. Alice opened the door and our neighbors' door open as well. A short blonde man stepped out his back was to me. From the inside I could hear moans and grunts. I guess someone is having fun already. I thought. The blonde man turns around and I could see his face.
"Jasper?" I asked. It was him! He looked at me a smiled. Alice stepped out like lightning and his eyes went wide and he was happy I could tell.
"Jasper!" she shouted. He open his arms so she could take her obligated hug, he knew her so well already.
"I guess Welcome to the Neighborhood is in order" he said. Alice was still jumping from happiness. You thought you could get tired after five minutes.
"Thanks" I reply. I wondered where Edward was, but then the memories of the moans and grunts answered that for me.
The door that Jasper came out of instantly flew open like if magic had anything to do with it. Edward appeared with a blanket wrapped around his lower part. I lingered more than necessary.
"See something you like?" he said.
I was confused. Where was the loving Edward I met at the club? The gentleman that felt sad I had to go? I was disappointed that man only was alive for a brief moment.
"No, not anymore." I snared him back and walked inside my new apartment not necessary in the mood I wanted.
"How about dinner tonight?" I heard Jasper said from my brand new family room. I knew Alice would say yes so I went into one of the room to see which one Alice picked. Like before she picked the smaller one and left me the bigger one.
I felt Edward cologne that I recognize from the club. I didn't need to turn around to know he was there.
"What the fuck are you doing in my brand-new-not-anymore-pure apartment?" I said in one breath.
"Wondering if you wanted to join me…us? As a personal welcome to the neighborhood" he said. God! What happen to the other man? Is this is evil twin or something? I thought as I turn around to face him.
He looked gorgeous like something Michelangelo was incapable of creating out of marble. His green eyes penetrate my soul in a way no way possible. He owned six-pack abdominals. His bronze messy hair was tempting as ever. But that wasn't the man I meant two days ago, he was until he open his mouth.
"See something you like?" he repeated his obnoxious words again.
"Yes, until you opened your mouth and words came out, fucking idiot. Now leave my apartment and next time I see you, you will wish you were dead" I spat at him. He 'huffed' and I swear he said under his breath as he walked out. "We'll see about that" and boy! Was he right?
The movers came and I expelled any thought of Edward out of my mind, he was the reason I hated having neighbors but it was something unavoidable.
Alice finally said "Perfect" after making the movers move the couch, the seat, the table a thousand times just to end in the first place. Her excuse was "I needed to see all my options".
The beds couldn't be brought here for security reasons, so we brought some comforters and put them on the ground with some pillows. Tomorrow we were going shopping for home décor. But we had to pass to school first to finish some paperwork with our new address and few formalities.
We slept early after our long day and sadly the only thing is my mind was the Edward I met back in the States.
After waking up we went to a MacDonald's close by and had breakfast since we didn't go to the market just yet. I eat happily my hot cakes with sausage. Before leaving the airport we changed about a thousand dollars in pounds just in case something happen before opening our account in England.
We went to the bank and everything went smoothly we deposited most of the money we exchanged.
We went with the bus around to get to know it and tomorrow I would go back to London and buy the Audi TT. We went to our new school NFTS. The campus was well maintained. I went to offices and make the arrangements I had to do, Alice made her turn.
The woman behind the counter said that the director wanted to meet me. I nodded and she pointed me where his office was.
"Enter, he will there in a moment" the woman said.
I entered and the chair turned around and that was the last thing I expected. He hunted me! Stalker! I thought as my eyes open in horror. He just smiled like the bastard he is.
"Why hello there, neighbor" he said chuckling darkly.
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