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Jasper's POV

I opened the car door and took a deep breath of the cool air. Bella's smell in the car was maddening. Small spaces were not a good thing when it came to Bella. Thank god we'd be outside for awhile.

I heard Bella's door slam. She marched over to me. "I am not dancing, Jasper! You cannot make me do it!" she yelled, poking me in the chest with each word. She had obviously seen the stereo and come to the conclusion that we were dancing. She was right.

I stifled a smile. I knew she hated dancing. Teaching her to dance was exactly the thing to get her mind off of Edward.

"Oh can't I?" I challenged.

She faltered. "Well, I guess if you really wanted me to dance there wouldn't be anything stopping you. You do, after all, have superhuman strength. You also could probably persuade me pretty easily if you wanted to." She was going to lose the battle of the dance and she knew it.

"Just give it a try. I promise to stop if you don't like it," I reasoned.

Bella heaved a defeated sigh. "Alright, but if I get hurt I'm blaming you."

"That sounds fair." I really doubted she would get hurt. I was there and I wasn't planning on hurting her.

"What kind of dancing are we doing anyway?" she asked. I didn't answer and led her over to the clearing in the trees. There was the stereo sitting on the little table I placed there earlier that morning. There was a nice sized clearing in the trees that was perfect for dancing.

I pushed play and the sound of Sing Sing Sing by Benny Goodman flooded the forest. I watched her face fall.

"Swing dance? You want me to swing dance?" she asked incredulously.

"I sure do," I replied, sending a wave of calm over her. She took a few deep breaths and then glared at me.

"Just a warning, I will fall down. I'll fall down a whole lot," she said.

I just smiled at her and said, "well, it's a good thing I'll be there to catch you then."

She sighed. "Teach me then, Jasper."

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An hour and a half later Bella had gotten all the basic steps down. I could tell that even though she didn't want to admit it, she was having fun. I had successfully taken her mind away from Edward.

We took a break after her tenth fall. She never hit the ground, of course, but I imagine it wasn't pleasant being caught by arms as hard as iron rods.

She took a seat on the soft grass and I joined her. "How do you know this kind of music?" she asked a little breathlessly.

"You can't be related to Edward and not know all kinds of music. I happened to like music from the 40's the best. It gets into your system and you can't help but dance to it. All the greatest musicians were from the 40's. I like some 50's music," I admitted. "The only 50's music that I really like is the Frank Sinatra and early Bobby Darin type. All the rockabilly stuff though, not at all. " I'd gotten caught up in my own explanation.

"So, Glenn Miller and The Andrews Sisters were from the 40's. Do you like them?" she asked, playing with the grass.

"I do like them, very much so. How do you know them?" I was impressed that she knew any people from the big band era. Not many people new anything about that time.

"My mom went through a phase a few years back. I found that I actually liked the music a lot so I kept the CD's when she moved to her next mini-fetish. I've never danced to it though," she said.

"So, you've been listening to it for years but you haven't even danced to it yet? That's almost a crime!" I exclaimed, teasing her.

"As you can tell, I'm not the greatest dancer on the planet, thank you very much," she said, looking into the trees.

"I've noticed," I laughed.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, hitting me on the arm.

I jokingly fell over. "Ouch. Oh, ouch. I am in pain," I said mechanically.

"Pfft!" she laughed and stood up to help me off the ground.

"Come on, hep cat, I'm hungry," she said, pulling me up.

"Alright, cool chick, let's go get some food," I said, throwing her own era reference right back at her.

She started walking back to the car, very slowly. I could tell she was doing it on purpose too. She knew I had a problem with going slow. I liked to go as fast as possible as much as possible.

"Okay Bella, you're going to have to go faster than that," I sighed, following behind her.

"You mean like this?" she said, slowing down even more.

So it was a game was it? I was going to win. I picked her up and gently threw her over my shoulder.

"Jasper! Put me down!" she screamed, beating my back playfully.

"Maybe you should have gone faster!" I laughed.

We got to the car in a matter of seconds. When I put her down she was pouting and avoiding my eyes.

"I'm deeply sorry, Bella. Will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?" I joked.

She cracked a smile. "Okay, but only if you don't do it again!"

I rolled my eyes and opened her door. "Yes, your highness."

"Ha-ha, very funny," she said, getting in the car.

I got in and started the engine. I turned on the CD player and Mack the Knife by Bobby Darin streamed into the car. Of course, I had to start singing.

Halfway through the song I heard Bella humming. "You know this song?" I asked.

"Of course I know this song," she scoffed.

I grinned. I could get used to this girl.

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