Dating in the Dark Chapter 6: First dates rock!, a twilight fanfic

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*~*BPOV*~*

"You want me to what?" I asked, feeling squeamish as the color drained from my face and my mouth suddenly got very dry.

"Just walk up the driveway with your suitcase," reaffirmed Aro, placing his grubby hands on my lower back.

I suppressed my gag reflex, and politely stepped away, but if he touched me again, I'd go Kung Fu Panda on his ass.

"We need the extra footage for your entrance, sweet cheeks, and that's how we get it." He smiled and stared at my ass longer than I appreciated. Escaping to gather my suitcase, I made a break for the stairs with him calling after me, "Don't leave me waiting long, darling!"

An unpleasant shiver ran up my spine. Aro really creeped me out, but he was the least of my worries right now. I had to return with my defunked luggage, and it didn't even zip closed anymore. How was I going to make it up the driveway without the handle falling off, let alone getting it to roll on its wonky wheels?

"Just take mine," suggested Alice when I came back to the room. "They'll never know it's not yours, and you'll be able to save yourself the embarrassment of carting around that bag of death."

"Awesome!" I exclaimed, grabbing her bag and going towards the door. "Thanks, babe. I owe you one."

Crisis number one of the day averted, I smiled my way through the rest of the filming. Alice and Rose finished their tapings shortly after, and within two hours, we were on our way to the group date. Rose was excited to finally meet the boys, I was bored but interested to find out whose torso I spied through the window, and Alice, well, she barely made it through her introduction without having an episode. She was currently in her room with her iPod blaring, trying to… suppress her nervousness so she wouldn't suffer an attack during the date.

Unfortunately, we had no idea what a clusterfuck that would become. The crew members finally summoned us to the group date, and we followed them around the mansion to the scene of the crime. I should've run when I had the chance.

"Oh my god… I can't make out anything," whispered Rose as we made our way into the dark room

"Bella? Are you still here?" Alice asked, and shoved my back.

"Yes," I replied, arms outstretched in front of me, feeling for the chairs. "And stop pushing. I'm trying to find the table."

Bumping into one of the chairs with my knee, I held back the curse that threatened to slip past my lips, and guided Alice and Rose to their seats. We got ourselves situated and didn't hear anyone, so we assumed we were still waiting for the guys to arrive.

"Do you think they're in here?" questioned Rose.

"I don't know," I returned. "I can't remember if that guy said they would be or not."

"I wasn't paying attention either," Alice admitted.

Then one of the guys spoke up and scared us all. He was lucky I had control of myself at that point because I was about three seconds away from throwing blind punches in the direction of his voice. After that, we calmed down quickly and fell into a nice conversation. Chit-chatting back and forth, we made our way through some general information, then found out Emmett worked as a speech therapist. Rose sighed quietly, and I could tell she was conflicted. Luckily, none of the guys sounded like they cared about her lisp, and when Edward finally told his profession, we all shifted gears to poke fun at him.

When he eventually got around to announcing he was a ballet dancer, the mood in the room became charged with tension… then the shit hit the fan. Since I couldn't see anything, I'm not sure what exactly happened, but it sounded like two of the guys, I'm thinking Edward and Emmett, were going at it. And then the curse words started flying.

I immediately went into protector mode when Alice grabbed my shoulder as she started a fit. I gripped her hand and tried to pull her from her seat, when I called for Rose's help. We were on our way to the door, or so we thought, but we slammed right into the guys on the other side of the table.

Hands grasping, legs flailing, bodies intertwining. In an attempt to escape the current catastrophe, I lost my hold on Alice and was pretty sure I smashed my tits into one of the guys' faces. At least he had the decency not to motorboat me.

Yelling and screaming continued until I heard Alice putting herself in a compromising position. Rose and I bolted towards the sound of her voice, and tore her away from the boy she was molesting. Poor thing didn't even see it coming... or her cumming, for that matter.

Racing out of the room, Rose and I carried a limp Alice back to our side of the mansion. Thankfully, the producer was nowhere to be found, and we let Alice recuperate by laying her down on the couch. I had no words and neither did Rose, so we quietly waited by Alice's side for her episode to subside.

"Hey, you two," Alice whispered, turning to face us.

"Hey, sweets," I returned, pulling stray hairs behind her ear. "Are you okay? Do you even know what happened back there?"

"Not exactly. I remember the swearing, then feeling myself tense up. I think you grabbed me and tried to go for the door, but then the details get sorta fuzzy. The last thing I remember was grinding on the one who was cursing the most."

She buried her face in the couch cushions, and Rose patted her back.

"Don't worry about it, Ali," Rose commented with a soft smile. "I think he enjoyed himthelf, too."

"Yeah," I added, "I'm pretty sure that one was Jasper. He sounded disappointed when we took you off of him."

Her ears turned pink, and she slowly moved her head so we could make out the blush on her cheeks. "You think so?"

"Definitely," said Rose, nodding and winking. "I think you need to pick him for the individual date."

"Well, that'd be all fine and dandy until he starts cursing and I start humping his leg."

"Something tells me he wouldn't mind that very much," I chimed in, smiling and sitting with her on the couch, resting her legs on my lap. "And I think whatever happened in there was a fluke. He was probably just nervous and couldn't help himself."

"Great," Alice huffed, rolling onto her back. "Just what I need; another human being who can't control their urges. We'd make a great pair… if our ultimate goal was humiliation."

"Oh, come on," I sighed. "It wouldn't be that bad. And besides, who cares what everybody else thinks. If you two hit it off, then nothing else should matter."

"I guess so," she agreed. "But I don't want to embarrass him. He seemed shy at the beginning of the date."

"He did, yes. But he also seemed very into you at the end."

"Of course he was. I was rubbing myself all over him. Way to leave something to the imagination." Alice rolled her eyes and threw her arm across her face. She grumbled a few words about being a slut and how much she hated having her condition.

"Oh, Ali," Rose and I interrupted, pulling her to us for a hug.

We both knew how much she despised her disorder, and we tried our best to help her through the rough patches. Tonight was particularly difficult because not only did she have to suffer, but Jasper bore the brunt of her attack. Fortunately for them, they both enjoyed the event. I had a feeling a repeat performance was on both of their agendas.

"Babe," Rose spoke, staring Alice in the eyes, "I know you think the PGAD is awful, but Jathper didn't theem to mind at all. In fact, I bet you he'll pick you for the individual date, too."

"You guys really think so?" Alice asked, looking unsure of herself.

"Definitely," I replied emphatically. "You totally need to choose him."

As sure as Rose and I were about Alice pairing off with Jasper, we still didn't have a strong sense of which other guy we should choose for ourselves. Edward seemed like the spokesman for the group, but was obviously apprehensive about his career choice. He had a silky, smooth voice I instantly noticed, and it was accompanied by a hint of cheese-ball that I found endearing.

Emmett, on the other hand, seemed like he had an exuberant personality. He had to, since he was a MLB mascot and jumped around like a crazy person for a living. But he also had a sweet side and worked with children on a daily basis.

Honestly, they both seemed like guys I would get along with. Even if I didn't make a romantic connection on this vacation, I'd at least go home with new friends. And one of them knew professional baseball players, so they could hook me up, right?

The next morning, in the midst of discussing our single date choices, a crew member popped into our suite to tell us how the next round would work. After we'd made our final date decisions, we would send an email to the person of interest, inviting them on a date. The guys would do the same, and we'd each spend time with whoever we invited and whoever invited us. This would happen a total of two times, so no matter what, we'd each get at least two single dates.

"Sounds great," I said, and waved the crew member out of our suite. "We have some choosing to do, Rose."

"Yuck," Rose replied, "I have no clue who I want to go with. We need to talk more about them."

"Okay," I returned, sitting on the couch next to her. "Well, I think I have a plan."

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*~*EPOV*~*

"Gooooood Moooorning, Vietnam!" bang, bang, bang, bang!

"Holy fuck!" I screamed, bolting upright and scrambling toward what I thought was the headboard. Missing my target completely, I careened off the side of the bed and crashed to the floor, banging my head on the side table in the process. "Seriously, Em?" I glared up at him, rubbing my head as he wielded around a pot and spoon. "It's seven thirty… and we're on vacation."

"I can't have my best buds getting flabby on me," he chuckled. "Come on. We have some decisions to make and some muscles to build. I even brought a special piece of equipment just for you."

Oh, joy.

When I finished pulling on my workout clothes, I met Jasper in the living room of the suite. He sighed and shook his head, looking to Emmett for further instructions. Apparently, we were fortunate enough to have access to a fully stocked mini-gym on our wing of the mansion. I guess Emmett figured it out and couldn't wait to torture us by using it with him. Luckily for Emmett, Jasper and I were in pretty good moods from the night before, so we went along with it and didn't cause too much of a fuss. Having boobs shoved in my face really deflated my crankiness, and Jasper got a very nice grinding, which suited him just fine.

"All right, you pansies," Emmett started, bending over to get our equipment out of his bag. "Here are your weapons for today's session."

As he turned around, I saw an evil twinkle in his eye, but didn't know why he was so happy with himself. He appeared to be carrying a ten pound weight in each hand. Nothing special about that. But then he started pumping his hands like he was jerking two dicks at once and I knew exactly what he was getting at.

"Shake Weights for both of you!" Emmett boomed, throwing the weights straight at us. "I thought these would be helpful, since you both seem to be pulling the pickle more often nowadays."

Jasper and I caught them easily, but I retaliated by throwing my water bottle at Emmett's face. It threw him off guard and he batted it away, but by then, Jasper was taking him down by buckling Emmett's knees. I jumped into the scuffle just as they fell to the floor, and between the two of us, Emmett was effectively pinned to the floor, unable to move. Soon, Emmett was overtaken by fits of laughter, and we were all holding our stomachs at the hilariousness of it all.

"Thanks for not getting mad at me, guys," Emmett mentioned while we cleaned up after our workout. "I just wanted to lighten the mood around here. You two were starting to worry me with all of your moping."

"That's cool, Em," smiled Jasper. "We appreciate you trying to help us out."

"Yeah," I joined, "even though your tactics are unorthodox, we know you mean well."

The rest of the morning was spent mulling over what we thought of the girls. Jasper vehemently claimed Alice, and we were happy he'd already felt drawn to her. Emmett and I kept going back and forth between who we'd rather meet up with more. Rose seemed incredibly genuine, and her lisp was actually kind of cute. Bella came across as more of a "don't mess with me" sort of girl, but she also had a snarky wit, which I found intriguing. In the end, I was looking forward to finding out more about both of them.

Emmett and I bounced ideas around for another hour when Aro came by, announcing we had to make our final decisions and send out our emails. We finalized our plan of attack and quickly shot our requests to the girls. Within ten minutes, we all had responses in our own emails, and we were officially paired for our dates.

"I think it'll be fun," I commented, grabbing a soda out of the fridge. "We finally get one-on-one time with the girls, and we'll get to find out more about them."

"It will definitely be interesting," added Jasper, rolling his neck around to release some tension. "I just don't want to scare her away."

"Bro, that will never happen," interjected Emmett, patting Jasper on the back as he made his way to the kitchen. "Alice seems perfect for you. There's just something about her that screams Jazz."

"I'm glad you think so, Em," Jasper sighed, "because I'm having trouble deciding whether or not to break out the Tourette syndrome info tonight. I'm vacillating between getting it all out in the open and keeping it under wraps as long as my control holds out during the date."

"She seems like the understanding type," I stated, leaning against the counter. "I bet she already knows something's up from the other night. But that's good because she picked you even with the inclination that you're unique."

"Way to put a good spin on that, man," Emmett said, wolfing down half his sandwich in one bite, as Japser and I gave him dirty looks. "Truthfully, though… You both picked each other, so it can't be that bad."

"I hope you're right," huffed Jasper, pouring two glasses of wine to take on his date. "Well, wish me luck. Here I go." And with that, Jasper was out the door and on his way to his date with Alice.

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"Jazz has been gone for a long time, don't you think?" I asked, sitting on the couch, popping open my third soda of the afternoon.

"I guess so," replied Emmett, lazily flipping through the channels on the TV. "But it's not like he got lost. He's probably thoroughly enjoying himself, if you know what I mean."

"As much as I know Jazz needs that, I doubt the producer would allow them that much privacy."

Just then, the door to our suite opened and in stepped Jasper… hair in disarray, cheeks flushed, and shirt buttons askew. He definitely had the "just fucked" look going on.

"Dude!" Emmett yelled as he observed Jasper sauntering toward the armchair.

"Way to go!" I encouraged when Jasper sat down, looking extremely pleased with himself.

"I know, right?" responded Jasper, smiling like a loon, attempting to fix the buttons on his shirt.

Strange thing is Jasper's sentence told us more than a long story. Verbose, I know. But details were mandatory, so a play by play was needed.

"Spill, man," started Emmett, leaning forward and resting his forearms on his knees.

"Okay, so here's the deal," began Jasper, "I can't tell you everything because she swore me to secrecy, and I'm not gonna cross that boundary, but damn! We really hit it off. She was already in the room when I walked in, and she called me to join her on an oversized beanbag chair on the floor. I finally made my way over to her and gave her the wine I'd brought with me. She thought that was really sweet, and I could practically hear her blush. We starting talking about where we worked and lived, you know, date-filler stuff."

He paused to take a deep breath, and leaned back in the chair, contemplating, "The more we talked, the more relaxed I got. It was weird because I've never been that calm on a first date before. Alice seemed to be at ease, too, and she snuck her body up close to mine and snuggled in with her back to me.

"Well, she told me a story about her and the other girls when they were out at a bar one night. I was laughing so hard it started shaking her, since she was resting against me, and she tilted her head up to move, I thought, but kissed my neck instead. I was a little surprised, but it was super hot because she lingered there and darted her tongue out at the end. That was when I couldn't contain myself anymore and mauled the poor girl.

"I seriously had a hard-on ever since I sat down next to her, and all the laughing in close proximity to her body just heightened my emotions. Thankfully, she seemed willing, and reciprocated by pulling me to her, kissing frantically while trying to unbutton my shirt at the same time. Not exactly sure how I got us there, I had her pinned onto the floor underneath me, with her shirt pushed up and my mouth dancing from one boob to the next. She had her hands in my hair, holding me to her chest, and her thighs were rubbing together like she was ready to explode. I vaguely remember someone screaming at us in the distance, but we were too focused to care.

"Thinking we didn't have a lot of time before someone broke up our party, I pushed her thighs apart with my legs and started grinding away, still paying special attention to her boobs. She arched her back and rubbed against me, keeping good time, and we both lost it just as a crew member came into the room and pulled me off of her."

"Nice!" Emmett and I replied at the same time.

"It really was," Jasper noted, staring into space, dreamily. "When I was being escorted out, she called after me saying I'd better pick her again for the next date, because she needed an encore. Best thing was I never had an attack the entire time."

"That's awesome, Jazz!" I commented, walking past him and punching him lightly in the shoulder. "She sounds really good for you. I hope it all works out the way you want it to."

And I did. I wanted him to have someone who could keep him calm and rile him up at the same time. Alice sure seemed perfect for him, but I knew it was on a deeper level than any of us was prepared for. I wonder if the other girls would fit Emmett and me as perfectly, too.

"So, I think you're next, Edward," Jasper announced as I popped a chip in my mouth. "That producer fuck-face told me to make sure you were on time. I guess that means you'll be the first one in the room."

"Great," I rolled my eyes, heading to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Can't have soda and chip breath, now can I.

After getting ready, I made my way to the dark room with a crew member leading the way. He instructed me to wait in the room, but didn't specify anything else. As I fumbled my way through the darkness, I finally found what felt like a small couch set up against the far wall. I didn't find any other furniture in the room, so I got comfortable on the sofa and waited nervously for my date to arrive.

Just as I started kicking myself for not bringing drinks for us, I heard the doorknob turn and in walked my date.

"Uh… Edward? Are you in here?"

A/N: Okay, so a sorta cliffie. Who do you think Edward chose for his date? And Jasper and Alice are having quite a fun time. Alice's side of events is up next chapter, as well as Edward's and Emmett's dates. If you leave a review, I see a teaser in your immediate future! I'd also love to hear how you found this story. I'm all about sending out thank you's for the recs!

So, about the delay on this update… RL sucks, we all know this. But I was having to deal with a regressing 4 year old, a crankier than normal 2 year old, and a fussy infant. Thankfully, I figured out the problem was that mommy wasn't home enough and my stress from school was translating to them, so my PhD coursework has been thrown out the window, and a job change is in my future so I can stay home more with my little men. I was also doing some major pimpage for this story, and it was accepted for the Under the Radar section over on The Twilight Awards dot com. I'll let you know when they post it so you can check it out if you'd like.

Updates will be every 1 to 2 weeks from now on, so thank you all a million times over for being patient with this update!

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