Disclaimer: Characters belong to the marvelous Stephenie Meyer. I'm just playing with them...;D
Chapter One: Big Girls Don't Cry
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry-yi-yi (they don't cry)
Big girls don't cry (who said they don't cry?)
My girl said goodbye-yi-yi (my oh my)
My girl didn't cry (I wonder why)
(Silly boy) Told my girl we had to break up
(Silly Boy) hoped that she would call my bluff
(Silly boy) Then she said to my surprise
"Big girls don't cry."
Big girls don't cry-yi-yi (they don't cry)
Big girls don't cry (who said they don't cry?)
(Maybe) I was cru-u-uel (I was cruel)
Baby I'm a fool (I'm such a fool)
(Silly girl) "Shame on you" your mama said
(Silly girl) "Shame on you, you're cryin in bed!"
(Silly girl) "Shame on you, you told me lies!"
Big girls do cry
Big girls don't cry-yi-yi (they don't cry)
Big girls don't cry (that's just an alibi)
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry
"That was Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, a bit of a flashback for ya," the disc jockey said just as the song ended. I yawned.
"Daddy, can you please change the station? I'm tired of oldies," Alice, my sister, whined.
"Alice, when you drive, you can listen to whatever you want. Until then, my car, my radio, my choice," my dad said from the driver's seat. My mom chuckled and reached for his hand over the console. I smiled. Alice gave a 'hmph' of indignation and turned to look outside the window.
"You know, you have an ipod. You could listen to that," I reminded her teasingly. She shook her head.
"Out of battery," was all she said. I shrugged.
"Just half an hour 'til we get there," my dad, Charlie, informed us. I nodded, then looked out the window. It was a typical summer day, at least here in Washington. The scenery that we passed was beautiful. Everything was green. Of course, I was already used to that, living in Forks, the most green place on the planet. But still, I couldn't help but admire the forests in this part of the state. Apparently, the sun decided to grace this side of the state with its presence every once in a while, even in the summer, which was more than anyone could say for Forks. I was already anticipating laying out by the lake and soaking up the rays.
Thirty minutes later, my dad pulled into the resort, right in front of the main house. We all stepped out of the car, and Alice gasped.
"Oh, mom, look at that!" she pointed to the left and I was about to remind her how rude it was to point, before I followed her gaze. It landed upon a beautiful specimen of mankind. This guy was tall, had blond hair, though it was in a buzz cut, and I could tell that beneath the Newton's Resort uniform, he was built. Gorgeous, but still…not my type. Not that I knew what my type was. My experience with men was embarrassingly lacking.
"Mom, I should've brought my Prada stilettos! You said I was overt-thinking," Alice whined, again. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh, well sweetheart, you brought ten pairs," my mom said soothingly.
"But the Prada stilettos match that dress!"
"This is not a tragedy! A tragedy is an earthquake in China, killing thousands, or a cyclone striking Myanmar, leaving a path of destruction," Charlie said, smirking.
"Canadian avalanches," I piped up with fake passion.
"Butt out, Bella!" Alice spat at me. I rolled my eyes. Just then, I noticed a rather large man walking up to my father.
"Dr. Swan! I finally got you to my humble abode," the man said with a sleazy smile. I had to restrain myself from cringing. My father smiled at the man and extended his hand. The man took it.
"It's great to be here, Ron," by this time, Alice, my mother and I had come up to stand around my father. The man looked at us for the first time.
"I want you ladies to know something. If it weren't for this man right here, I'd be standing here dead," he pointed at my dad, "Charlie, there's a merengue class in the gazebo in ten minutes. Great teacher, used to be a choreographer on Dancing with the Stars."
"It's his first real vacation in six years, Ron, take it easy," my mom, Renée, interjected.
"Four weeks here and it'll feel like a year," Ron said, his voice relaxed as though he were the one on vacation.
"Jasper!" he barked. I jumped and looked to the guy he had just called. He must have been there all along, but I didn't notice. He was a different blond, but just as gorgeous, if not more so. His honey colored hair fell in waves just under his ear, and his eyes were a piercing blue. His presence made me feel calm, strangely enough. He caught me staring, and smiled at me. I blushed.
"Yes, boss?" he replied.
"Get their bags!" Ron ordered.
"Right away, doc, right away!"
My father handed him the keys, and Jasper hurried to the trunk of our car, and opened it. I followed, and helped him to set the bags on the sidewalk. Once we got all of the bags out, he turned and smiled at me.
"Hey, thanks. You want a job here?" he asked teasingly, to which I could only bite my lip and blush. I liked him, I could tell we could become great friends.
"Bella, come on! We're going to the merengue class!" my mom yelled. I turned back to Jasper.
"Well, I guess I have to go. I'll see you around?" I said before starting a fast walk to catch up to my family.
"Yeah, sure. Bye Bella!" he called to my retreating figure.
"Bye Jasper!" I called back behind me.
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I flinched as the little old lady to my left bumped into me for the umpteenth time. Why did I agree to do this? I asked myself bitterly. Clumsy people and dancing do not mix.
"1, 2, 3, 4, stomp those feet and stomp some more, 1, 2, 3, 4, listen to the music!" the instructor yelled over the sound of about thirty pairs of feet on the wooden floors, and the boom box playing a Hispanic beat at full blast. I glanced up at her quickly, and I'm sure there was a nervous look on my face. Wrong move. Looking at her perfect face would only intimidate me more. This place is just crawling with beautiful people, I thought. The instructor turned out to be the most stunning woman in the world, I'm sure. When I first saw her, I wondered what she was doing teaching old, retired men and women the foxtrot when she could easily be walking the Victoria's Secret runway, or maybe even gracing the cover of Sports Illustrated. If Michelangelo had needed a model when painting the Sistine Chapel, he surely would have picked this woman standing in front of me. She moved perfectly to the beat, her grace rivaling my sister's.
"Alright, men follow me into a round robin, ladies, the inner circle!" the instructor shouted. We began a circle, and I was behind Alice, who seemed to be having the time of her life. The instructor moved to the middle of the circles.
"Aw, come on ladies, God wouldn't have given you maracas if he didn't want you to shake eeeeeeeeeeemmmmm" she yelled enthusiastically, shimmying appropriately. I looked around awkwardly. We continued for a few seconds before she began something new.
"Okay ladies, when I say stop, you're going to find the man of your dreams," she yelled while still dancing. I looked at my dad and smiled.
"Stop!" I made my way to my dad, but the instructor cut me off and put herself into my dads arms. My dads eyes widened and he let out an 'Oh!' of surprise. I scowled, and hurried to find a partner. Unfortunately for me, the only one left was the little old lady who kept bumping into me when we were doing the simple merengue steps.
"Now remember, he's the boss on the dance floor, if nowhere else!"
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"Mom, dad, I'm going to the main house to look around!" I called out before exiting our cabin. Ron wasn't kidding when he said he kept the best one for my dad and his 'beautiful girls'. It exuded luxury. I quickly skipped down the porch steps and made my way up the path that lead to the main house. When I got there, it appeared to be deserted. I hesitated before going in. Then, I figured, this was the back part of the house. There wouldn't be much activity here. Walking around, I quickly learned that I probably shouldn't be there. I was in a dark hall, and each door I passed said 'employee only'. I saw a light up ahead and decided to go towards it. When I got closer, I heard voices.
"There are two kinds of help here. You waiters are all college guys, and I went to Harvard and Yale to hire you. And why did I do that? Why. I shouldn't have to remind you, this is a family place. That means you keep your fingers out of the water, your hair out of the soup, and show the goddamn daughters a good time. All the daughters…even the dogs," and the guys circled around Ron groaned. He was in the middle of a pre-dinner time speech for all of the 'college guy waiters'.
"Show them the stars, romance them anyway you want," he continued, before he was interrupted.
"Got that guys?" said a velvety voice. My head whipped towards the source of the angelic sound, and the visual did not disappoint. I gasped quietly, for fear of getting caught eavesdropping, at the Greek god that had just appeared next to Ron, surrounded by others. They were all dressed similarly, with t-shirts that read Newton's Resort Entertainment. I noticed minutely that Jasper was with him, but my attention was really focused on him. My breathing instantly got shorter as I took him in. His features were chiseled to perfection, a strong angular jaw, a straight nose, and plump lips that begged to be kissed for hours. His physique was perfect. I could almost see the hours he must have spent in the gym. I finally made it to his eyes, and I almost wish I hadn't. Because his eyes were the most beautiful thing about him. They were the most brilliant shade of green I had ever seen, and I wondered vaguely if they were contacts. His whole being emanated sex appeal. I had never felt this attracted to a man before. I shook my head. As if this man would ever notice me.
"Hey! Well if it isn't the entertainment staff. Listen, wiseass, you got your own rooms. Teach the daughters the tango, the mambo, anything they pay for, but that's it! That's where it ends! No funny business, no conversations," Ron warned menacingly. I bit my lip and looked to see what the Greek god would say in response. He said nothing and just stared back at Ron, hard.
"It's the same in all these places, Ed, teach them dances where you can put your hands all over them, but no conversations!" Jasper joked. The rest of what I assumed was the entertainment staff laughed. I saw Ron coming towards the exit, which I was currently standing by, so I moved into the shadows. Thankfully, he didn't see me as he left. I took a deep breath, and followed him into the lobby. Once there, I looked down at my watch and realized that dinner would start in a half hour.
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A/N: Yumm...she got her first glimpse of Edward. Short chapter, but I promise future ones will be longer. I can't update daily though, sorry. I'm trying to take advantage of my Winter Break as it is. Anyway, review and tell me what you think so far!