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Chapter 7 (Bella's POV)
"Step to the right, not left." I said once again as Edward stepped on my feet. He was learning the dances and though he kept messing up on this one, he was a quick learner.
"URGH!!! Why can't we just do the simple dances!?!?!" He said, stopping once again.
"Well, I'm sorry. They just don't have waltzes at bonfires or any other country dance. Nor do they boogie or salsa." I stated matter-of-factly. He just rolled his eyes in response.
"Are we done yet?" He sat down on the floor of the barn. I went and turned the radio down which was always playing, then I sat down by Edward.
"Yep, you learned all the dances and perfectly executed every one except the last one. And in one hour, too. That's pretty amazing Edward." I said, completely serious. I was klutz and couldn't dance, but he still learned from me. "You dance better than I do."
He snorted. "Yeah right. You've known those your whole life. You know them by heart."
"Yeah, but I never dance." I said, remembering when I usually just went to a lake nearby and sat down. Jake would usually come find me and tell me when Charlie was leaving.
"Why not?" He asked, surprised.
"I can't dance!!!" I said, did he not notice me trip and fall over nothing when I tried to show him one of the steps!
"Sure ya can!! You just did!!" He looked at me with disbelieving eyes.
"Edward, I have a bruise on my arm from tripping over nothing while trying to teach you." I rose up arm to show him, "See?"
"Bella, Bella, Bella." He said, disapprovingly. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Hmmm." Then I realized something. "You're not going to make me dance, are you? Because I am NOT going to take you with me if you even attempt to."
"Bella."
"Because, I saw Jake glaring at you. I bet you ten bucks, that I can make him take me home."
"Bella." He laughed my name out. He reached over and took me into his arms. I was perfectly comfortable like this, but I had more pressing matters.
"Seriously. He would probably add a punch and then take me home, but still. Just to warn you."
"Bella, I won't try to make you dance. Don't worry." His expression was mischievous. I didn't trust him one bit.
"Yep, that's what you'll say and then when we get there, you'll make me dance, and I'll fall, and—"
Edward silenced me by putting his hand over my mouth. "Bella, you're babbling." He laughed, "Come on, it won't be so bad."
"Fine." I huffed. Then remembered something. "Hey, do you want to bring your family?"
He seemed to be thinking about it, and then said, "Sure. I'll ask them when I go home," He looked at his watch. "Well, I better go. I want to take a shower and get all this horse hair off of me." He grimaced, obviously not a horse person.
"Alright, come around eight and we'll go." He stood up and offered me his hands to help me up. I took both and he hoisted me up from the barn floor. Of course, being me, I tripped and fell back into Edward arms. He held me and I could feel him laugh.
"Are you going to be okay, you know, getting to the house and everything without tripping?" He asked. Then frowned, "You're getting awfully clumsy today. Nerves?"
"Yep, how'd you know?" I asked sarcastically.
"Hmmm. By you falling on me all the time." Then he gasped, "Ah, is that it?!" He made an 'Awww' sound. "You're in love with me, aren't you?" He smiled a bashful smile.
"Oh, Shut UP!" I whacked him one on the shoulder. "Now go home and take your shower!!"
He left, but I could hear him singing, 'Bella's in love with me, Bella's in love with me.'
"HEY!!! EDWARD!!!??????" I yelled out the door, he was already at his car. Yeah, this was going to be fun.
"YEAH??" He yelled back.
"WANNA TEST OUT MY SHOTGUN?????YOU CAN BE THE TARGET!!!!!!!" Even from here, I saw his face go white. He must have a phobia of guns. Then it went red and he quickly got into his car and sped off down the lane. "Darn."
Three and a half hours later, Edward showed up in his Volvo. Nobody was with him, so either they didn't want to come, or Edward didn't ask them. He got out and I saw that he had fresh clothes on-he had a green flannel shirt on with his jeans and boots. He was the most stunning, good-looking guy I had ever seen. I stood up from the steps on the porch. I hadn't really dressed up for it. Usually the girls all wore jean skirts, but I just wore my jeans and a white tank-top with my boots on. I also brought a jacket, just in case.
"Ready?" I asked, heading to my truck.
"Ummm." Edward said, so I turned to look at him and saw him look uncertainly at his car. "Can I ride with you?"
"Of course. That's what I was asking anyways. I doubt anyone would appreciate a Volvo at the country cook-out." I said laughing, thinking of what would happen if we brought Edward's shiny, new Volvo and parked it along the rusty, dirt/mud covered trucks.
"Alright." We got into my truck and headed off to Sam's place. "So…ready to dance?"