Ok first of all I wanted to thank my reviewers ANGELOFTHEBLACKROSES, CammieSwan1785, Jackie, sli723, Anna, iluvvolleyball, and anyone who alerted or favorite me. I wrote this chapter this quick just for you. Second this chapter is a bit of filler, but the action should be up next chapter. R and R.
Meg.
Disclaimer: So I visited J. Jenks and when he asked me what my new name would be I said Stephenie Meyer- so yay! Now I own Twilight and Edward… Wait what do you mean I don't? (Breaking Dawn joke with a friend)
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"Wow." My bag dropped along with my mouth. The hotel suite I was staying in was enormous. There were two queen sized beds, an enormous entertainment center, a huge open space, a mini kitchenette, and best of all, a balcony.
After my shock wore off, I contemplated what to do next. Thanks to my 7-hour nap on the plane I wasn't feeling jetlagged… yet anyway. Well first things first, I decided. A nice long shower was just what I needed after traveling for so long.
The burning hot water and the familiar smell of my strawberry scented shampoo put me immediately at home, despite being in a strange country. I know it sounded weird, but in my profession you travel a lot and it's the little things that remind you of home, whether you're a state or a time zone away.
By the time I was dressed and my hair was dried and straight, it was 9:00 and my roommate still hadn't arrived. I wondered if she was one of the American gymnasts set to arrive tomorrow instead of today or was it later today- time zone changes can be confusing. Regardless, I was out of ideas of what to do next, and sleep was out of the question, even though I knew I had a 5:00 practice tomorrow and by that point the jetlag was sure to have set in. I was filled with a nervous energy that made even sitting still impossible.
I thought maybe if I did some stretches it would calm me down. I pulled out my trusty I-pod and smiled as the sounds of Skillet poured from the speakers. I began with basic stretches, but they quickly morphed into graceful pirouettes, and jetes. All of my favorite ballet moves.
I guess I should explain that I was originally a dancer. I started at the age of three and from that second on, dance was my life. At least it was until I discovered gymnastics.
I was 8 yrs old, and my cousin was having a gymnastics party. I jumped up onto the balance beam and have been there since. I never even thought the Olympics was a possibility, starting at such a late age for a gymnast, but here I am 8 years later. Oh God, what if I'm not good enough?
A slamming door broke my internal debate. I glanced around in surprise to see Alice Cullen and three bellhops walking into the room. Alice was jabbering on a cell phone a mile a minute, while the three bellhops struggled with an insane amount of luggage.
"I know Jazz, I miss you too," Alice said directing the Bellhops to place all of the luggage on the bed closer to the glass window that led to the balcony. She didn't seem to have noticed me yet. Just when I thought that the bed was going to collapse under the weight of her bags, another bellhop walked in, this one laden with shopping bags. That was probably why she was so late; she was shopping. She tipped the bellhops and hung up the phone all in one move.
" Hi," I said tentatively. I'm super shy; it's only in the gym that I come out of my shell.
Alice glanced over at me and frowned slightly, but then her pixie face morphed into a smile. " Hey, I thought I was going to have a single, but I guess its cool. I don't know about you, but as soon as I get all this stuff off my bed I'm crashing. I can unpack tomorrow." I was glad that one of the Cullens seemed nice anyway.
" Need help?" I gestured toward her towering pile of luggage. " Sure," she answered. " It was so hard to pick what to bring. I had to leave so much behind." She pouted, a heartbroken look filling her features.
" Your kidding right?" I looked at her incredulously. She looked at her luggage and then the two suitcases, one small and one large, duffle bag and backpack on mine and giggled.
" Ok, I guess I did pack a little too much, or you could look at it the other way and say that you packed to little. The two of us cracked up at that and then we cleared off her bed and changed into pajamas. Mine was a tank top and cotton pants, hers a fancy peignoir.
Later that night as I lay in bed listening to her quiet snores, unable to sleep myself. I switched between being glad that we seemed to be on the way to being friends and complete and utter terror over what I would have to do in the coming weeks. I finally feel into a restless sleep filled with booing crowds as I failed to do a single tumble right. The beeping of the disqualification buzzer turned into the incessant unwelcome buzzing of my alarm clock.
Let me know what you think. Should I do an Edward POV?