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" Stretching again? Do you ever stop?" Alice poked me on the shoulder when I didn't respond, not hearing her thanks to the brilliance of We The Kings blaring out of my I-pod.
" Huh?"
She repeated her question.
" Oh, it relaxes me." I continued stretching, moving into a graceful pirouette.
" What is that?"
" Oh, I add dance moves into my stretches, it makes it more fun and it stretches my muscles better than just regular stretches."
"Hmm." Alice tried a few moves and followed my lead. Our 'stretches' began to get wilder over the next few minutes, until we were full out dancing.
"Ok," she announced as we collapsed breathless from laughter on my bed. " I think we bypassed stretching and entered bad eighties dance moves world."
I laughed even harder at that and ended up falling off the bed. Alice gave me a hand up, looked at the clock, and sobered up quickly. " We should start getting ready, it's almost 5:30."
" You go ahead, it will only take me like 15 minutes to get ready at most."
" It only takes you 15 minutes to shower, pick out an outfit and do your hair and makeup," Alice questioned.
" No, it only takes me 15 minutes to shower and throw on jeans and a t-shirt." " What?" Alice was looking at me with a scary look on her face. She began pulling me to the en-suite. " Shower." With that she left the room, closing the door on my question.
10 minutes later, I was all squeaky and clean and wrapped in a robe, my hair in a towel, I opened the bathroom door in trepidation.
The room looked like a hurricane had hit it, Hurricane Alice to be exact. Clothes and various beauty products were littered across the suite in a haphazard fashion.
I had just taken all this in when a perky voice sounded behind me, startling me. " Good your done, now change into the outfit on your bed while I shower and leave your hair in the towel.
I walked slowly over to my bed and stared open mouthed at the outfit Alice had picked out for me. A deep royal blue halter-top that bunched at the top of the bodice and in the center of the bodice was a silver brooch. Then there was an artfully torn light wash jean miniskirt. Oh boy. This is sooo not my style.
I tried it on anyway and almost in the same second was close to taking it right back off. The mini skirt was Alice's obviously, but the problem was the fact that she was a lot shorter than me and therefore the skirt was practically indecent on me. It showed much more of my legs than I ever showed with the exception of my leotards.
Then the shirt, I basically had no curves, like most gymnasts, but this shirt showed otherwise. I had a chest! I was just self-consciously tugging the skirt down when Alice reentered the room.
" Wow, you look amazing! I am good," she enthused.
" It's not too short," I asked blushing at her praise.
" Of course not," she answered shoving me into a chair. For the next forty-five minutes, I was primped to the extreme. My chestnut colored hair, long for a gymnasts', was blown out and curled. Tons of different types of makeup were applied, except for blush, which as Alice pointed out, I brought my own. I sat there with my trusty I-pod, listening to Blue October to keep me from being bored out of my mind.
Finally she was done. "Perfect, now stay here while I get ready cause I want to see your face when you look in the mirror.
No more than ten minutes later she was done styling her short spiky hair, finished her makeup and was back in front of me. She pulled me to the floor length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and I gaped in shock.
The brunette stranger looking at me from the mirror was simply breathtaking. Her shiny dark hair was curled to perfection. Her warm chocolate eyes looked dark and mysterious done up in a smokey style. Her eyelashes were so long and dark that they cast shadows on her peaches and cream skin. A glossy red lip-gloss brought out the natural pink tint on her cheeks. Her long legs looked endless in the skirt, she had just the right amount of curves highlighted by the halter, and the color drew attention to her creamy skin without washing it out. Her strapy silver heels pulled everything together. All combined the girl was a…
" You're a knockout," Alice asserted as the strangers' hand reached up to touch mine at the same time. The only word I could manage was "WOW!"
Alice giggled as she pulled me out the door. " And dad will be pleased, we are ready five minutes early.
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The American gymnast teams, men and women, had just finished a long dinner with the British gymnastic teams. Even though we would be competitors in the coming weeks, our host countries' gymnasts were really nice and we were all mixed together talking.
" So, Isabella is it?"
" Bella," I corrected the British male gymnast.
"Bella, hi, I'm Mike Newton."
" Hi," I smiled at him. The way he smiled back reminded me of a golden retriever puppy; eager to please and very friendly.
" Do, you and Alice want to come to a pub with us, a bunch from both teams are heading out and we were wondering if you two wanted to tag along.
I glanced over at Alice and she nodded gamely. " Sure," I smiled again.
In the end it was about 20 of us going, mixed from both countries. We walked out the door of the restaurant to the coaches telling us not to be out too late. We walked about three blocks down to a local pub.
I didn't drink any of the alcohol that the team members over 18 offered to us, but I still had an amazing time. I danced and flirted with teammates and competitors alike.
I was just dancing with Alice and a few of the British girls when I noticed the pub door open. And who would walk in? None other than Edward Cullen himself.
He caught my eye and with a smile headed in my direction. Ignoring his sister's greeting he span me into his arms and away into the crowd.
" Um, Edward, what are you doing?"
" What does it look like, I'm stealing you away, Bella."
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Yay! Edward. Alright, I need help with what the team leotards should look like. I'm opening it up to anyone who wants to design them. The only thing is they have to be either red, white, blue or a mixture of them and have U.S.A on them somehow. Let me know in a review or pm.
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Meg