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Chapter Two: Do You Love Me?
You broke my heart
Cause I couldn't dance
You didn't even want me around
And now I'm back to let you know
I can really shake 'em down
Do you love me? (I can really move)
Do you love me?(I'm in the groove)
Ah do you love me? (Do you love me)
Now that I can dance (dance)
Watch me now, hey!
(Work, work) ah, work it all baby
(Work, work) Well, you're drivin' me crazy
(Work, work) With a little bit o' soul now (work)
I can mash potato (I can mash potato)
I can do the twist (I can do the twist)
Well now tell me baby (Tell me baby)
Do you like it like this? (Do you like it like this)
Tell me (tell me)
Tell me
Do you love me?(Do you love me?)
Now, do you love me? (Do you love me?)
Now, do you love me? (Do you love me?)
Now that I can dance (dance)
Watch me now, hey
(work, work) Ah, shake it up, shake it
(work, work) Ah, shake 'em, shake 'em down
(work, work) Ah, little bit of soul now (work)
(work, work) Ah, shake it, shake it baby
(work, work) Ah, you're driving me crazy
(work, work) Ah, don't get lazy (work)
I can mash-potato (I can mash-potato)
And I can do the twist (I can do the twist)
Well now tell me baby (tell me baby)
Mmm, do you like it like this (do you like it like this)
Tell me (tell me)
Tell me
Do you love me? (Do you love me?)
Now, do you love me? (Do you love me?)
Now, do you love me? (Do you love me?)
(Now, now, now)
(work, work) Ah, I'm working hard baby
(work, work) Well, you're driving me crazy
(work, work) And don't you get lazy (work)
(work, work) Ah, hey hey baby
(work, work) Well, you're driving me crazy
(work, work) And don't you get lazy (work)
Do You Love Me by the Contours
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"So, Bella, did you find anything interesting when you came down here earlier?" Charlie asked me. I shrugged, in the middle of chewing my food.
"Not much. It was kind of empty," I answered. He nodded.
"Bella, we're laying out by the lake tomorrow," Alice informed me. My eyebrows rose.
"We are?" I questioned. She giggled.
"Yes! I want to see if there are any cute lifeguards," she gushed. My mom chuckled. I hummed. Then, Ron approached our table with…I'm not sure who he was, but he strikingly resembled Ron. Sandy blonde hair, a cute baby face, not too tall.
"How is everything doc?" Ron asked with a huge, cheesy smile. I still haven't put my finger on it, but something about this man made me uncomfortable. Maybe it was because when he said 'all the daughters…even the dogs', I couldn't help but think of myself. I never thought of myself as ugly, just plain. Plain Jane, that was me. Brown hair, brown eyes, skinny. Nothing special. Perhaps that was why I was so scared when my dad reminded me of just how much he wanted from me. Someone as boring and ordinary as me couldn't possibly do all that, could I?
"Everything is fine. Real nice place you got here, Ron," my dad complimented.
"Thank you, doc. I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is my son, Mike," he put his arms around the boy I noticed earlier. He smiled the same smile as his father, sleazy and wide. He too made me uncomfortable.
"Mike is starting Dartmouth in the fall. He was the first in his class in high school," Ron bragged.
"Yes, Bella is starting Georgetown. She was also the first in her class. My Bella is going to run for office someday. She's going to change the world, I can feel it," Charlie said confidently. I tried to hide the anxiety and nerves behind my smile.
"You're going to run for office, young lady? I've always thought a woman's place was in the home, personally," Ron said condescendingly, peering down at me over his nose. He had his head held so high, I thought he'd get a nosebleed. I smiled again, this time forced and tightly. Pig.
"No, my Bella is going to do big things. You'll see," Charlie assured Ron.
"Sure she will. I certainly hope I live to see the day," Ron said lowly, looking at me challengingly. I matched his stare.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if I could get you anything else?" a deep, smooth baritone voice said from my left. I looked, and sure enough, there was the guy Alice had pointed to when we first arrived. He was even more handsome up close.
"Ah, and this," he put his hands on the guy's shoulders, "is James Hunter. He'll be your waiter for the remainder of your vacation. He's just beginning his first year at Yale law."
Alice immediately sat up straighter and smiled at him coyly. James caught her gaze and smirked.
"Well, James, it's nice to meet you," Charlie greeted.
"And it's a pleasure to meet your lovely family," James said, staring directly at Alice. She batted her eyelashes at him. I nearly gagged.
"My other beautiful daughter here is Alice. She has another year to go in high school," Charlie said, breaking their moment.
"Dad!" Alice hissed. James smiled.
"Ah, yes. Very young, but very beautiful," James complimented.
"I'd like some more water," I said pointedly. James reluctantly turned to face me.
"Right away," and he left our table. Good riddance.
"Bella, could you try to be nice for once?" Alice shrieked.
"Shh," my mom chided. I shook my head.
"I'm very nice…and so is he apparently," I kept my eyes on him as he returned with a pitcher of water. He walked around to my side and poured water into my glass while looking at Alice the entire time. I scowled as he walked over to refill her glass, only stopping to whisper in her ear. Alice giggled and blushed. Alice blushed?
"Daddy?" I whispered indignantly. He just shrugged and the look he gave me clearly said 'It's her deal.'
"Oh, Bella, come on, they've already started dancing in the ballroom!"
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EPOV
"Shit! Where is Rosalie?" I yelled out in frustration. I told her we had ballroom duty tonight!
"No one can find her. I'm sure she'll be here for ballroom duty," Jasper reassured me calmly. I huffed out a breath.
"It's not just tonight, Jazz, she's been acting weird for a while now. I want to know what the hell is going on," I sighed. I ran a hand through my hair out of habit. Rosalie had been acting strange lately. She would skip meals claiming headaches, she would constantly get dizzy while we were practicing, and she had been taking a lot of naps. She had even become more a bitch and that was really getting on my nerves.
"If something was wrong, she'd tell us."
Always the voice of reason, that Jasper.
"But something is clearly wrong, and she's not telling us."
"She'll tell us when she's ready."
"Who'll tell you guys what when she's ready?" a feminine voice like wind chimes asked from my door. Jazz and I turned to look at the newcomer, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Rosalie," I growled. She raised an eyebrow.
"Where the hell have you been? We were supposed to be there ten minutes ago!" I reprimanded. Her bored stare turned into an icy glare and I braced myself. Another famous Rosalie vs. Edward fight. She whirled around and left the room as quick as she came. I instantly followed her and Jasper was quick on my tail.
"I wasn't feeling well, Edward. I took a nap and woke up a few minutes late. What, am I not allowed to be sick anymore?" she asked incredulously. I glared at her back.
"Would you like to have a job next summer?" I countered. She suddenly stopped and turned on her heel to face me.
"If you got off your damn high horse and just talked to my aunt and uncle, then maybe we wouldn't need this job," she retorted. She raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to challenge her.
"Guys, come on, stop arguing, you're almost on. I'll go up and tell Emmett to start the music. You guys just go out there, forget your arguments, and dance. If you want to keep this job then that's what you have to do," Jasper reminded us rather sarcastically. Wonder what's up his ass. I pinched the bridge of my nose before speaking to Rose.
"Alright, we'll do the ballroom tonight, and I'll forget that you were late. You'll have to tell us what's wrong eventually, Rose. I might not be able to stand you sometimes, but I care about you, and so does Jazz."
She looked down at her shoes. This side of Rose rarely came out, and when it did, I knew something was up. Something serious.
"Edward…I'm scared," she whispered tearfully. I opened my arms and she willingly walked into them. I held her for a few minutes before placing a kiss atop her head and let go.
"Come on, we have to dance." I took her hand and led her into the ballroom. I saw Emmett prepping the band and took that as my cue to move out onto the dance floor.
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BPOV
"Oof, sorry!" I apologized again. Mike barely contained his wince when he assured me that he was fine. As soon as we stepped foot into the ballroom, Mike asked me to dance and my father pushed me into his arms. He was really punishing himself, I thought. I had already stepped on his foot seven times, who knew how many more times I would.
"So, Bella, what are you going to major in?" he asked me after moments of silence. Awkward silence.
"Most likely political science," I answered distractedly. I looked up to the stage and noticed that the conductor, a tall, burly, very muscled man, had stopped conducting and seemed to be turning the sheets on his stand. Then I noticed that a large circular gap had cleared in the middle of the dance floor. Mike and I had stopped dancing a few minutes ago. Confused, I turned to him.
"What's happening?" I asked curiously. He shrugged.
"The dance people are about to begin their number. I really doubt that that's going to help sell lessons, but they enjoy showing off," he commented offhandedly. I turned my attention to the gap when I heard the first few notes of the new song. The 'dance people' were already there, beginning their routine. I gasped. It was the same Greek god I had seen earlier and the dance instructor from the merengue class. They were the 'dance people', as Mike had so eloquently put it. 'People' seemed inadequate. Angels, more like. They moved so fluidly, so coordinated, they couldn't possibly be human. He matched her move for move, and she him. I couldn't help but be disappointed, even as I told myself I was being unreasonable. Of course someone as gorgeous as him would be with someone as stunning as her. Even if they weren't together, he would never notice me. I was being silly, I told myself. Silly Bella.
I watched entranced, just like the rest of the audience. They were just…perfect. Their dancing was something I could never achieve even in my wildest dreams. Her body moved flawlessly to the beat, but he was leading. If he was this good on the dance floor…I shuddered and stopped that train of thought immediately, feeling my tale-tell blush forming on my cheeks. I cursed my ability to go red anywhere, anytime. They finished their number to thunderous applause and as the band struck up another song, instead of dancing with each other, they went out into the crowd and picked random partners. I could see him teach a middle-aged woman how to salsa, and she looked to be having the time of her life. He was grimacing, and I soon figured out why. The woman kept trying to grope him at any opportunity possible. I chuckled and turned back to Mike.
"So…do you want to go for a walk or something?" he asked hopefully. I sighed. Mike may have been the owner's son, but that also meant that he was Ron's son, and from Ron, he inherited his creepiness. I had no particular desire to be alone with him anywhere.
"Um…actually, I'm really tired. I think I'll just go back to my cabin and rest," I declined politely. He nodded in understanding. I gladly let go of him and began to make my way away from him, but he grabbed my wrist.
"Can't I walk you back?" he requested almost desperately. I shook my head with a small smile.
"I know the way," and I finally escaped his clutches. I hurried out of the ballroom, not trying to make it easy for him should he decide to come after me. I was proud of myself, making it out of there only tripping twice.
Once I made it out of the main house, I realized that I did know my way back-in the daylight. It was pitch black outside and I could hardly see anything within a ten-foot radius. How was I supposed to make it all the way back to my cabin? I considered going back for help, but that would mean a potential run-in with Mike and I definitely wanted to avoid that at all costs. So, I decided to tough it out and try to find my way. I figured there would be lamps along the way for the rest of the guests who would be making their way to their cabins after me. I went around to the back of the main house and followed a path from there. After five minutes of walking straight, all I saw were trees. I tried to calm myself down, but I could already feel the panic beginning. Shouldn't I be there already? I saw a fork up ahead in the path.
"Great," I muttered. I think I stood there for about twenty minutes before I finally made my decision. The right was always a good choice, wasn't it? A short time later, I could hear people. I nearly cried in relief. The people were walking as well, I could tell by the way their voice would get far away at times. I kept following them, past some sign that was too covered by moss to read. Soon their voices faded away altogether and I was stranded for the second time that night. I sighed in frustration and sat on a stump nearby. My head was in my hands when I heard it. A grunt.
"Damn watermelons," a familiar voice complained. I raised my head in hope.
"Jasper!" I called. He looked up with difficulty. Jasper was not frail by any means, but trying to carry four huge watermelons would be difficult for anyone.
"Bella? What are you doing here? This is employees only," he chastised. I rolled my eyes.
"I got lost. Can I help you with those?" I motioned to the watermelons, then took one before he could answer.
"Thanks, but didn't you see the sign back there?"
"No."
We walked in silence toward a noise. The closer we got, I realized that it was music. I couldn't recognize the tune though.
"Where are we going?"
"I am going to the staff ballroom. You really shouldn't be here. Ron would kill me if he found out you got this far," he shook his head. I rolled my eyes and dumped the watermelon back on him, and turned on my heel.
"Wait!" he cried. I smirked. I turned back to face him with a raised eyebrows.
"Fine. Don't tell anyone," he warned. I nodded and took the watermelon back. We walked in silence towards the music. Jasper seemed like the quiet type. He and I would get along just fine, as I had already predicted. We finally made it to the building with the music and he pushed the double doors with his behind. They both opened and we entered the ballroom dancing. I felt my jaw drop as I observed all the staff dancing.
Because this wasn't dancing like I had seen before. No wonder the staff did this behind closed doors-I could only imagine the looks on the rest of the guests' faces if they did this on the main dance floor! But this…could this really be called dancing? I had never seen so much…grinding, rubbing, or thrusting in my life, and that was just one couple. I felt myself shrink back. Jasper chuckled beside me.
"Come on, Bella," he said still sniggering. He led me to the back of the room where there was a table full of refreshments. Mostly beer and fruit. What an odd combination. I was uncomfortable under the stares of those couples nearest to us. They all looked at me as if they knew I didn't belong, which, I reminded myself, they probably did. I tried not to meet any of their gazes.
"So…want to dance?" I heard Jasper ask. I turned to ask him, my eyes wide and quickly shook my head no. He burst out laughing.
"Kidding, Bella, you should've seen the look on your face," he sputtered, clutching his stomach. I scowled and blushed. He sobered up.
"I'd just love to see the look on Ron's face if everyone danced like this in the main ballroom. That'd be somethin' eh?" he mused aloud. I nodded in agreement.
"I was just thinking the same thing. This dancing is certainly…interesting," I forced the word out. That was definitely not the word I'd use to describe 'this dancing'. He nodded once. Just then, there was a commotion near the doors. I saw a new couple come in just as a new song began. They claimed center stage and began to dance just as sensually as the rest of the staff, only they were clearly the best dancers here. I tilted my head as I studied the new couple. Of course, I thought. They were the couple from the main dance floor. The Greek god could dance like this too? Was there anything he couldn't do? The only thing was that they weren't dancing with each other. The perfect blond dance instructor was off to the side dancing with a dark haired man while the bronze-haired god was dancing with a woman with fiery red hair. Maybe they were going through a rough patch…maybe they were trying to make each other jealous.
His mesmerizing green eyes met Jasper's calm blue ones and they had a silent conversation. They ended it and Jasper turned his attention to me. I took advantage of this to ask him about the heart-breakingly handsome man he seemed to know.
"Who's he?" I asked so tactfully.
"That's my cousin Edward Cullen. He got me and Rose jobs here too," he explained. My eyebrows furrowed.
"Rose?"
"My sister-the blond one, his partner. We're twins, Edward is our cousin," he clarified. I nodded, and had to restrain myself from smiling. Single. I suddenly saw Edward coming our way. My breathing quickened and I tried to look nonchalant standing there with Jasper.
"Jazz…what's she doing here?" he pointed his head at me. I'm sure I was gawking at him like some star struck teenybopper.
"Bella here came with me," Jasper smirked and put his arm around me.
"I carried a watermelon," I said, wide-eyed and flustered. Jasper grimaced and removed his arm. Edward laughed loudly before returning to the dance floor.
"I carried a watermelon?" I repeated, horrified that that was the only thing I could shove out of my mouth while he was around. Since when did I become flustered around boys? What was so special about him?
Then, as a new song struck up and everyone went wild (I assumed it was a favorite), I saw him coming towards us again. His eyes were on me. I immediately reverted back to star struck teenybopper mode as he got closer. He looked me dead in the eye and crooked his finger at me, telling me to come with him. He grabbed my hand and I looked nervously at Jasper. He shrugged and I knew I was alone. I followed him, of course. When we found a spot, he turned back to me. He placed his hands on my hips and guided my body closer to his. Breathing became difficult when I felt the heat coming off his body. My skin tingled pleasantly wherever it made contact with his. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands guided my hips, and soon I was grinding, rubbing, and thrusting just like the rest of the room. He matched my movements exactly. I bit my lip and looked up at his face. He stared back at me, his eyes impossibly darker.
"Not bad, for a first timer," he said huskily into my neck. I shivered and didn't answer.
I enjoyed the bliss of touching him for a few more minutes. I could never get close enough. His body was warm, firm, and everything a man's body should be. In the light, I could see his skin glisten with sweat and I wanted nothing more than to run my tongue along every contour of his body. His hands began to move up and down my sides. I craved for more. Unfortunately, the song ended and he let go almost immediately. I almost whimpered at the loss of contact.
"I'll see you later, love," he whispered into my ear, and left. I lost him in the crowd. With a sigh, I headed back towards Jasper. I found him in the same spot I had left him.
"Jasper, can you take me back to my cabin?"
HAH! I couldn't resist the "I carried a watermelon" line. Any other lines from the movie that are a must? Let me know!
Hm...and who is that fiery red head that Edward was dancing with?
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