Dazzle: i told you after i got out of class the next chap would be up so here it is!

Peter:good i was getting bored waiting around

Dazzle: then why don't you do the disclaimer!

Peter: Awesome, i will! Stephine owns all things Twilight, Dazzle just own what the plot Bunnies grant her!

Down At The Twist And Shout

Saturday night and the moon is out
I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout
Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat
When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet
Out in the middle of a big dance floor
When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more
Gonna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight

PpOv-

With the way I drive it only took me a couple hours to drive from my home to the hotel I was staying in on Bourbon Street. I checked in and freshened up before heading to the Hoodoo Lounge, a vampire hang out, for a couple drinks. This isn't the first time I have thanked god that vampires can still get drunk!

It was peaceful walking down the street with the stars over my head and the smell of the Mississippi wafting over me. For the first time in a long time I was enjoying myself, I promised myself on the way here I wouldn't dwell in the past, I owed it to myself and Charlotte to move on and be happy.

"What'll ya have?" the bartender asked as I walked up to the bar.

"Whisky Sour and a pack of Marlboros" I said thanking god again for small favors. He sat down my drink, ash tray, and my pack of smokes and matches in front of me and moved on to the next patron. I took the time to look around, they were playing a mix of country and rock and it sounded good. There were all sorts of people and vampires in the room, a real diverse place.

"Yo Bobby! Whisky Sour and a pack of Marlboros!" I heard the most beautiful voice call out four stools down, it rang out like church bells on Sunday morning. My eyes followed the bar keep down to southern belle the voice belonged to.

Her mahogany hair was braided down to the middle of her back and had side swept bangs peaking out from under her black cowboy hat that crowned her. She was long and lean leaning against the counter with muscles and curves in all the right places. Her skinny jeans clung to her long legs like a second skin and were tucked into a pair o dark brown cowboy boots. Her purple flannels shirt was tucked into her jeans and hung open showing of her black tank top and perfect looking breasts.

I'm not empathy like my brother, but years of being around him and practice make it easy to read peoples faces. She wore a smug grin and her gleaming red eyes held a hint of sadness overlaid with the mischief that almost poured out of her. I must have been starring too long because her eyes suddenly locked with mine.

She gracefully pushes away from the bar and looked me up and down before walking my way. I could see her hips effortlessly swaying to the natural rhythm of her walk.

"Mind if I join ya Cowboy?" she drawled out looking at my own cowboy hat.

"Not at all darlin'," I said letting my natural accent seep into my voice. I reached up to pull off my hat like the good southern gentleman my momma raised me to be, but she laid her hand on mine stopping me.

"You can leave your hat on Cowboy, ain't no ladies here." She said with a wink. "Isabella Marie, but call me Bella. Ya got a name other than Cowboy?" she reached out her hand to shake mine.

"Peter Whitlock, pleasure to meet ya Miss Bella," I said taking her hand and kissing it. This isn't like me, five minuets with her and I feel like I'm turning into some pussy whipped fool. I'm drawn to her and can't figure out why, though I didn't miss the hiss at the sound of my name.

"Jasper's Peter?" she questions through clenched teeth. Now I'm worried as to how she knows my brother and why it would piss her off. I can see the pain flashing in her eyes before it's replaced with a blank look.

"Yes ma'am, he's my brother all the way around." I said calmly rubbing my fingers over the back of the hand I had yet to let go. She seemed to relax a bit at my touch, sending my Petey senses into over drive. Everything told me that as much as I had loved Charlotte, this beautiful belle was my true soul mate. I had know it from the minuet I heard her church bell voice call out the familiar order.

"I never thought this would happen to someone like me, much less to Jazz's brother." I heard mutter almost too softly as she looked down at our hands. "You feel it too huh?" she asked meekly without raising her face. I knew she was feeling a bit lost, this was making her feel out of her element. I could see the hardness she normally possessed hiding behind her now confused and hopeful expression. I shifted out hands to intertwine our fingers and used my free hand to raise her face to meet my eyes.

"Honey, I don' know you from Eve, but I sure as hell am feelin' it too." I said firmly as I held her eyes and leaned into kiss her. Boy did she kiss me back too! Her free hand cupped my cheek as mine wrapped round her neck holding her too me. We pulled away slowly both our breath speeding up as we looking into the eyes of each other.

"Darlin' would you do this cowboy the honor of dancin' with me?" I asked softly as 'Down at the Twist and Shout' by Mary Chapin Carpenter came on. She grinned that mischievous smile I saw earlier and lead me out to the dance floor.

BPoV-

I looked over as Bobby sat my drink and smokes down and laid eyes on the sexiest man I had ever seen, and I been a round a while. He was looking at me and I could feel him looking me over, so I took the time to check him out as well.

He was wearing a cowboy hat that almost matched mine, a little of his short blond hair could be seen underneath. He wore a fitted tee along with loose jeans that showed his most of his muscles and gave hints at others. Boy did he look like he was made for me! His red eyes were gleaming with a tucked away sadness but were full of hope and. Dare I say, love?

My eyes met his and I pushed myself away from the bar, tucking my smokes in my pocket and grabbing my drink I made my way over to him. I could tell he felt the energy between us and my feet moved like they had a mind of their own as they brought me right up to him.

"Mind if I join you Cowboy" I asked looking at his hat again.

"Not at all darlin'" he drawled out making my insides melt all the more. He reached to remove his hat, but I stopped him laying my hand on his arm.

"You can leave your hat on Cowboy, ain't no ladies here." I said grinning as I thought of the four reasons cowboys remove their hats. One is to pray, two is when they sit to eat, three is when around a 'lady', and four was to make love. Personally I was thinking about number four.

"Isabella Marie, but call me Bella. Ya got a name other than Cowboy?" I said reaching out to shake his hand.

"Peter Whitlock, pleasure to meet ya Miss Bella," he said taking my hand and kissing it. I felt the heat of his lips spread through me as I realized what he said his name was.

"Jasper's Peter?" I asked through clenched teeth. What are the damn odds that I find the love of my life and its part of Fuckward's extended family? I try to keep my expression blank as I work it out in my head.

"Yes ma'am, he's my brother all the way around." He said calmly rubbing his fingers over the back of my hand he had yet to let go of. I relaxed at his touch and couldn't believe that after all these years it finally happened, I fell head over tits for a man I just met and he was related to a former friend I hoped to avoid.

"I never thought this would happen to someone like me, much less to Jazz's brother." Thought to myself, realizing too late I said it out loud as I stared down at our hands. "You feel it too huh?" I asked meekly.

This was freaking me out a bit to be sure! I wasn't like this; I wasn't all romantic and mushy and shit! In fact I was the love 'em and leave 'em type, though I hadn't been with anyone since I ditched Maria. I was the most feared woman around, the General Izzy Marie, Satan in a skirt herself. Her I was too afraid to look this man in the eyes because I didn't want him to see me cry if he said no.

"Honey, I don' know you from Eve, but I sure as hell am feelin' it too." he said firmly as he held my eyes and leaned into kiss me. I couldn't help kissing him back; as my free hand cupped his cheek I felt his wrap round my neck holding me to him. I don't know how long we were kissing, but when I pulled away we were both breathing heavy and looking into the eyes of the other.

"Darlin' would you do this cowboy the honor of dancin' with me?" he asked me softly as 'Down at the Twist and Shout' by Mary Chapin Carpenter came on. I couldn't help the grin that crossed my face as I thought about that kiss and about this song. I was a fun song and I did love to dance. I grabbed his hand and lead him out to the dance floor. Let's see if this cowboy can move…..

Dazzle: see what happens when it rains in california...i get another chapter posted!

Bella: Hmmm maybe it should rain more often!

Peter: i agree, lets go see if we can find someone to make it rain more

Bella: race you! *they run off*

Dazzle: ok then... well tell me what you think! please review!