A/N: So…I REALLY hate to do this to you guys after I made you wait forever for a new chapter, but this has been bothering me for a month.
As you may have noticed, I haven't updated in like 289473290842390573459 years. And believe me, it's not because of writer's block or lack of desire. It's because I really just don't have time to update as much as I did at the beginning of the story.
Four-one-one on my life:
-Tech week started, opening night is next Friday, I'm at school until ten o'clock everyday. I'm up until about two in the morning doing all my homework…which I should be doing right now, but I just couldn't take my silence anymore.
-My grades are HORRIBLE. Seriously, they are the worst they've ever been in my entire LIFE. I really have to focus right now. My parents are on my back…a lot.
-I don't have time for friends or family…and I need to make time for them.
So in the end, DD and RYHO are taking a back burner.
UPDATE ON RYHO (for those of you who are waiting to read it): First chapter is NEARLY finished. I'm now debating on whether or not to post it before or after DD is finished, but I need to get started on the sequel to that as well and if you haven't noticed…my time is limited.
DD: The new chapter is in VERY slow progress…I mean like, I haven't even gotten to the lemon yet (haha wink wink). It's like right there, in the foreplay if you will. And there is still so much left to the story.
So for those of you who were wondering, I AM ABSOLUTELY NOT QUITTING THIS STORY!!!!! REPEAT.
I.
AM.
NOT.
UNDER. ANY. CIRCUMSTANCES.
QUITTING.
THIS.
STORY!
But I'm afraid it will be a while until you get the next update. I was going to give you guys a double update this weekend…yeah…didn't happen. I'm so sure of what I want to happen in the next two chapters.
So I apologize profusely for my unexpected, and rather ridiculous delay.
But to make up for it.
Here are previews from RYHO & DD.
And I swear if I get any reviews bitching, I'll kill you. Hard.
Dirty Dancing, Chapter Eleven:
EPOV
When I got back to my cabin, I didn't fall asleep. I kept replaying Rose's last words before she fell asleep.
Yeah. Me and the little one.
So the baby had survived. We were having a baby.
In an atypical twenty year old male response, I was ecstatic. Sure, I wasn't the father, but I knew I would be as good as. I didn't care if Jasper and I had to prostitute ourselves, this baby would have the best of everything. He or she would have the dream childhood like my cousins and myself. More than anything, this baby would be the most loved, cherished, precious baby on earth. In history. Ever. Forever.
The bed sat there, unmade and ignored as I paced incessantly. The stereo was playing softly in the background. I was so keyed up; I was going to be an uncle! Even better, Bella was in my life. She would be in mine, Jazz's, Rose's, and the baby's. We were a pretty unconventional family, but a family nonetheless.
But thinking about Bella brought on a whole new round of emotions, though they still prevented me from going to sleep. I hadn't thought much about her in the past few hours to be honest. Rosalie was my top priority. Now that I thought about her, I felt the familiar butterflies fluttering in my stomach, this time accompanied by some anxiety. The way her father shrugged me off was unnerving, but an eye-opener. Bella's family would never accept me, and that was fact. Why should they? I was nowhere near their expectations of Bella; I was barely making it financially, and even though I had a good name, I rejected it. I had the entire world at my feet less than five years ago and I ran away. I didn't go to college, I didn't have a career…a failure in their eyes. They thought I'd ruin their perfect, untainted daughter. Which was probably true. Bella was an angel sent from Heaven. There was no way God would want a shit like me with her.
I let the sounds of Jimi Hendrix distract me for a bit. Good music always had the power of taking me away from this reality and into an alternate universe where everything was okay. And that's just what Voodoo Child was doing to me. Gotta love Hendrix.
I couldn't have been lying down on my bed for too long. It wasn't even two songs later when the knock came at my door. Snapping out of my daze, I got up to answer it. I wasn't really in the mood to talk, and I was getting ready to tell the person on the other side just that until I opened the door.
Bella stood on the other side, bobbing on her heels and looking around anxiously.
"Can I come in?"
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Little A/N: This was originally supposed to be in chapter ten…but it was cut and pasted into chapter eleven. I won't tell you the song for this chapter because I have a little game I want to play with it and I'd like to wait for that.
Rip Your Heart Out, Chapter One
"Edward?" I heard my mother call. My head perked up a bit from the box I was hunched over.
"Could you take that one my bedroom please? I haven't quite finished with the linen closet yet."
I nodded and bent my knees, getting ready to lift the box. My father was currently checking in at the hospital where he was recently hired.
Which led us to the rainiest place on the continental United States: Forks, Washington. I didn't mind the cold that the northwest would undoubtedly bring. We were from the windiest city in the country. Rain had never bothered me, but I wasn't sure how I felt about a constant downpour. So the subject of the weather here was taken care of, but that left me one thing.
Leaving my home.
I was comfortable in Chicago. Esme and Carlisle were my adoptive parents. My birth parents, Edward Sr. and Elizabeth Masen, were long gone. I didn't remember them much; sounds and shapes were the extent of my memories. They were hit by a drunk driver. It didn't bother me anymore; Carlisle and Esme Cullen were my parents in every sense of the word.
I hadn't even started school by the time the adoption was complete. Growing up, I found I had a talent for knowing people's thoughts without them saying a word. I wasn't crazy. I didn't hear their voices inside my head. I was just exceptionally perceptive. I sensed their thoughts more than I heard them. It helped me separate those who I wanted to be associated with and those I didn't. That landed me an amazing group of friends whom I trusted with my entire life, as well as my ex-girlfriend. All of which I had to leave behind.
Carlisle and Esme were shocked when I didn't put up any sort of fight at the news of us leaving Chicago. They knew I had a good life. Good friends, pretty girlfriend, great parents, perfect grades, and the all-around teenage American boy. This was the life many dreamed of. But they were well aware I wasn't thrilled to leave. I was comfortable, and I was much more than content. They constantly thanked me for my good attitude about the situation. Those were undeserved thank you's. What else could you do for the people who had raised and loved you your entire life?
My friends were incredibly disappointed when I informed them of my impending departure. Garett, Aro, Caius, Marcus, Eleazar, Kate, Irina, Carmen, Renata, and Heidi. They all repeated profusely how much they would miss me. It was the biggest group of friends in the entire densely populated high school, not even including Tanya and me.
Tanya. My ex-girlfriend. She had taken the news the worst, but she understood and admired my ability to handle this situation with poise. We both knew immediately that a long distance relationship between us would not work. I cared deeply for her, but it was a high school fling, nothing else. She was my closest female friend out of the whole group, and we just naturally fell for each other. Any straight, sane male would. She was the epitome of beauty back home. Strawberry blonde hair that fell just beneath her shoulders in soft waves, a curvy, womanish figure, and endless hazel eyes. What attracted me the most to Tanya was her unusual anti-beauty queen personality. Tanya didn't strut around the streets of Chicago expecting everyone to bow down to her. She wasn't hideously mean to those who crossed her, or those that weren't the norm. She was a kind soul, nice and polite to everyone she met, no matter their social status. She was smart and had a mind of her own, not a clone of anyone. She also added to the 1950s suburb appeal of my life. The perfect, good looking high school sweethearts.
That was just the way we were, my friends and I. We were all straight and narrow. We all got good grades, we were all respectful of our elders, we were all mannered, and we were all fiercely loyal to each other. Our bonds were unbreakable. This was what my parents feared. They were afraid that I wouldn't find that in this small town and that I would be miserable. Carlisle and Esme never did anything that wasn't for the full benefit of the entire family, small as we were. If Carlisle thought that this move would be good for us, neither Esme nor I would question it. So here we were.
Little A/N About THAT one: So you may have noticed Tanya was actually a good person. All of you fans of bitch Tanya...deal with it. Because I wouldn't say I'm one. In ninety nine percent of my stories, Tanya will be a decent person.
So hopefully this will hold you over for the next few weeks…PRAY for me because maybe if God, Buddha, Shiva, etc. hears you…I may update sooner than expected. So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE patient! You guys are marvelous, really. Thank you so much for bearing with me so far and I sincerely apologize for this. I promise, if this ever happens again, I'll definitely give you guys notice earlier than this! Sorry, once again!