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Six Years Later … Cullen Dance Academy Auditorium

“That’s beautiful, girls,” I shouted from the audience. “Remember to reach for the stars as you are turning. Wonderful! Big finish and the crowd goes wild!” I clapped excitedly as my class of nine to ten-year-old beginning ballet students curtsied on the stage of our privately-owned auditorium. “You were all amazing. Change out of your ballet shoes and you’re free to go. The big show is tomorrow and I have no doubt that you will do wonderfully.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Cullen,” the chimed, skipping off the stage. I waved as I watched them change, running to their parents who were standing outside of the auditorium. The only people allowed in for dress rehearsals were me, Edward, sound and light technicians and Esme. No parents allowed. I wanted them to be surprised for their children’s performances. I limped over to my table, taking some ibuprofen. 

“Beautiful wife,” barked my husband. “I just met with a reporter from the Times. He’s coming with a photographer to come do an interview about The Cullen Dance Academy, promoting our upcoming showcase.” 

“Each showcase, it’s getting bigger and bigger,” I said, lifting my foot and massaging my knee. 

“You in pain?” he asked, draping my leg over his lap. 

“Yeah. One downfall in living in Chicago. This humidity is killer on my bones,” I snorted. “But, I’d rather live here than in Los Angeles. I missed having seasons.”

“I’m certain that Helga can squeeze you in,” Edward quipped, winking at me. 

“Ugh, no,” I groaned. “It’s just residual pain. I pushed it too hard yesterday with my advanced jazz class.” Leaning my cheek against the chair, I smiled at my husband. “How was your rehearsal this morning?”

“Good. I think that the company finally gets my vision for the dances. It only took two weeks,” he said, rolling his eyes. In addition to being the primary choreographer for the Cullen Dance Academy, Edward was also a sought-after Broadway choreographer. He was working mainly with Chicago productions, but would fly out every month or so to work with productions on Broadway. He was even nominated for a Tony for his work on the revival of Anything Goes. He didn’t win, but the nomination made him quite popular. 

In our partnership, I was the head of the Cullen Dance Academy, coordinating schedules of our various teachers, taking in new students and placing them in appropriate classes and maintaining the books. I was putting my education degree to use, but not in the way I had planned. I also choreographed for our advanced students, but I loved teaching the little ones the joy of dance. If it weren’t for my early teachers, I wouldn’t have pushed myself so hard to be a dancer. 

“Are you going to be there for the opening?” I asked, picking up his hand and twisting his wedding band. 

“Only with you by my side, Mrs. Cullen,” he said, kissing me gently. “The opening is in two weeks. It’s a black-tie affair and I want you to get all gussied up. The last time I saw you in something other than yoga pants was our wedding day.”

“Shut up. I dress up,” I laughed, smacking his chest. “I’ll be dressed for this showcase, Edward.”

“In a cocktail dress. I’m talking about you wearing a gown, with your hair curled and looking like a queen,” he said, moving me so I was on his lap. “I still have dreams of our wedding day. It was a magical, perfect day.”

“It was,” I smiled, kissing him. “I love you, hubby.”

“I love you, too, wifey,” he growled, his hand palming my ass. 

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Packing up my belongings and moving across the country freaked the shit out of me. My new job didn’t begin until mid-April, but I wanted to make sure that Bella and I were settled in our new home in the suburbs of Los Angeles. I decided to sublet my condo to Peter. He was taking a part in Hamilton, thanks to Lauren’s help. He’d live in my condo until his contract was up in the following year. 

“Edward, I don’t think we’ll need this mountain of winter weather gear,” Bella laughed in our closet. “I looked at the weather and it’s in the mid-seventies.” 

“We can leave it here. Peter said he was just going to stay in one of the guest rooms. He seemed squicked out at sleeping in our porn palace,” I said, poking my head in the closet. Bella was blushing, giving me a glower. “What? You have to admit, we’ve been going at it like bunnies since Christmas.”

“That’s because you’re horny,” she quipped. “And to be honest, so am I.” She winked at me, folding more of my t-shirts and placed them into an open suitcase next to her. “When will the moving truck get here?”

“They said early tomorrow morning,” I explained. “We need to get a move on.”

“Edward, we’re only moving our clothes and some personal items,” she said. 

“And my car,” I argued. “If there is one ding on that baby, I’ll be pissed.”

“I swear, you love that car more than me,” she laughed, closing the bag and standing up stiffly. She was getting stronger and was starting to take some beginning classes at my mom’s studio. Once we arrived at Los Angeles, Carmen was going to take over her training, working with some local dance studios. 

“I love you more than anything in my world, pretty girl,” I said, taking her into my arms. “Do you need some ice?”

“I’m fine. I was just sitting too long,” she said, kissing my chin. “I’m going to the gym with Jake in a bit. You have an office to pack up, mister.” 

“What are you doing with Jake?” I asked as she changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tight tank top. “You better not be running. Helga hasn’t given you approval to run yet.”

“I’m not running,” she said, twisting her hair into a messy bun. “Jogging, yes. Running, no. I’m also doing some strength training on my legs. Jake is gentle with me. I rather work with him than Helga. Ugh, I won’t miss her.”

“Helga did give us some recommendations to use in Los Angeles. She’s got a sister, Hildy,” I teased. 

“No. Thank. You,” Bella sang, putting on her sneakers and a knee brace around her left leg. “Alistair said he was going to have work with one of the physical therapists from the show. She’s new. Her name is McKenna and specializes in working with dancers with significant injuries. I have no doubt that she’ll whip me back into shape.” Her phone rang and she picked it up. “Jake? I’m on my way down. Just reminding Edward to pack up the office.” She kissed me and tugged on her winter coat. “See you in a bit, Jake.” Tossing her phone into a pocket. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. The shredder has been emptied and the bubble wrap is in the dining room. Love you, baby.”

“Love you more, Bella,” I said, kissing her lips and watching as she breezed out of the condo.

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“Thank you, Dr. Fredericks,” I said, getting up from the all-too-comfortable beige sofa in the warm, inviting psychiatrist’s office. It had become my best friend during the past two months. After the disastrous outing on Halloween and my complete blow up with Esme, I finally went to go see a psychiatrist. Dr. Fredericks worked collaboratively with Dr. Eleazar and we discussed my injury, how I was healing, coping mechanisms for my anger and coming up with a game plan if I am unable to dance, in any way. 

It would appear that I would be using my teaching degree. It was a great place holder, but not my dream. Dancing was my dream. It was always my dream. 

Was I better? Yes, and coming to grips with my new reality. 

Was I bitter? Definitely. 

Especially when it came to seeing people that I loved dance. Edward told me he was going to step back from dancing and choreographing, but after speaking with Dr. Fredericks, he felt that it would hinder my healing. So, I was bitter and pissed at my boyfriend. Even though he was my biggest cheerleader. 

He even put on a damned cheerleader uniform, doing some crazy routine. I laughed hysterically, but in the back of my mind, I was still upset because he could do it. 

Granted, I was getting better physically. My limp was almost nonexistent and I was working on rebuilding lost muscle. Helga was an overbearing task master, but she still was not positive that I was going to dance again. I was going to out-stubborn her and prove her wrong. Though, there were days that I almost believed her. 

They were more often than not. 

Slipping my purse over my shoulder as I slipped out of the office, I smiled at Carlisle who was waiting for me in the waiting room. He was taking me to physical therapy today. Edward was out shopping for Christmas presents with Peter, Lauren and Jasper. Peter had broken up with his longtime boyfriend, Charlie, and was staying in Lauren’s apartment until he could get back on his feet. She’d started a run, performing with the Chicago company of Hamilton. Jasper, who was now dating Lauren, was working with Esme since Edward refused to do any work on any sort of showcase. 

Rose and Emmett were in Seattle, but were planning on moving to Chicago after the lease was up. Rose had packed up all my belongings and had them shipped to Chicago. She sold the furniture with my blessing, but my clothes, computer and other personal items arrived shortly before Thanksgiving. Edward helped me integrate them into his home, making it our home. He even insisted on having me redecorate our bedroom. I was hesitant at first, thinking that it was a waste of money. However, it helped us laugh and have fun as a couple while we painted the walls a warm grey-beige color and decorated with soft blues, creams and greys. It reflected us as a couple and not Edward as a bachelor, which was cold and stark with black furniture and white walls. 

He kissed me. “Thank you for making my house into our home,” he whispered as we put the final pillow on our bed. I blushed, still thinking that he was going to kick me to the curb, but I pushed that thinking behind me. With a lot of discussion with Dr. Fredericks, I worked on not focusing on the negative. Edward was not like anyone else in my life. My mother made me feel like I was disposable, but I’m not. That was what I was working on in therapy. I was getting better, but there were moments when I couldn’t kick those feelings. 

Edward and Bella's renovated bedroom

Carlisle and Esme's home in Chicago

Carlisle and Esme's Living Room

Kitchen

Solarium

Center Pieces

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Dining Room

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I had been in the hospital for two weeks. I’d had surgery to remove the cage around my left leg. I was now in a foot to thigh cast. I had been a raging bitch and I was absolutely miserable from being confined to the bed, not able to fend for myself and peeing into a damn bag.

Oh, let’s not mention the fact that I’m in horrific pain. 

I was also ignoring Edward. He’d been nothing but supportive, loving and patient. However, seeing him reminded me of what I was going to lose once I got out of the hospital. I would never dance again. I’d forever have a limp. I may not be able to have children. The internal damage was healing, but there would be significant scarring to my uterus due to the surgery and internal injuries I’d sustained. 

I was working with a physical therapist on my other leg when Rose stomped into my room, scowling and her face red with anger. “Do you mind if I have a moment with my best friend who’s being an epic bitch? I want to talk to her before I drive back up to Seattle to make sure our apartment hasn’t burned down,” she sneered. She glared at the therapist who scurried out of the room. Turning to me, she snapped, “I’m not going to apologize. Yes, you’ve been in an accident. Your mom and arch-nemesis are sitting in a jail cell. You have every right to be pissed off, but treating the man who adores you more than his own life like complete and utter shit? That’s cold, Swan.”

“You’re right. I’m entitled to be pissed off. Now, if you don’t mind. I want to be pissed off,” I snapped. “Because of my mom’s sick pleasure in ruining my life, I’ve lost everything.”

“You haven’t lost everything. You’re still fucking breathing,” Rose growled. “You could have died, but you didn’t. You have new scars and injuries to your legs, but you’re still here. Don’t give up and shut down. You don’t see Edward. He’s just as broken as you are. But, his wounds are due to you and your harsh treatment of him. Stop being so awful to him. Quit shutting him out, bitch!”

“I’m not treating him harshly,” I argued. 

“And I’m a natural red head,” Rose deadpanned. She flipped her blonde curls, glowering at me. “Bella, I know that you’re struggling. I remember when I first met you, just after your dad died and you were still trying to heal from your knee injury. You acted the same way: distant and cold. After a few months, you warmed up to me but you still … there was this anger inside of you.”

“Do you blame me? My knee was fucked up. My dad was killed on the job because he was pulling extra shifts to pay for my medical bills. My mom blamed me. And now? It all boils down to my mom and her bullshit. Because of her actions, I’m back in the same position, with injuries that are threatening my dancing career and mounting medical bills, but even worse. I don’t know how I’m going to pay for this. Edward’s going to see that I’m not worth it. Just like you. I’m just preparing for the inevitable,” I sobbed. “I’m going to be alone.”

“Fuck,” Rose mumbled, sitting down next to me and wrapping her arms around me. “You’re not going to be alone, if you change how you’re acting, Bells. The walls are back up and I miss the girl, my best girl. The girl who auditioned with me, on a whim, for this crazy competition. A competition you won!”

“A competition that I’ll never be able to take part in again because of my fucked-up legs,” I said, shrugging her off. “Oh, let’s not talk about the damage inside. Carrying a baby to term is ‘questionable’ at best.” I pointed to her barely visible baby bump. “You think that I don’t know?” I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks and I whimpered in pain. 

“What’s going on?” Sarah, one of my nurses, asked. 

“Nothing. I was just hoping that Bella would pull her head out of her ass,” Rose growled, stomping past her. 

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“Sir, you have to calm down,” said one cop. 

“Calm down? My fiancée may be the one under the sheet! I will not calm down,” I snapped. The cop’s face hardened and he slapped a set of cuffs around my wrists. “What?! You’re arresting me?!”

“Only until you calm the fuck down,” he sneered. 

“Jay, you’re such an asshole,” a female cop growled. She released me. “The guy under the sheet is the driver of the Uber. We pulled out a female, mid-twenties out of the backseat. She’s in rough shape.”

“Have they left?” I asked. “The ambulance?” 

“Just left. I’ll take you to the hospital. If she has family, you may want to call them,” the cop said kindly. 

“Thank you,” I whispered. She tugged on my arm, smacking Jay’s head before leading me to a squad car. I got into the back, dialing Alistair and explaining to him what had happened. I also called Rose, but she already knew and was on her way to the hospital. Rose was Bella’s emergency contact. We arrived at the hospital and I called my parents. My mom said she’d be on the next flight out and Dad would make it over the weekend. I was barely keeping it together. 

She’s in rough shape …

What the hell does that mean?! Is she at death’s door? Did she lose a limb? What?

In the hospital, the cop, Amy, explained that I was the fiancée of the female car accident victim. I was led into a quiet room. I explained that there were more people on the way. The nurse nodded and said that the doctor would be in shortly. Alistair and Carmen arrived next with Rose and Emmett. Carmen sat next to me, hugging the shit out of me but I was numb. I needed to know what was going on. 

She’s in rough shape …

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With a spin, a twist and a sneer, our dance was over and we strode apart, leaving room for Chloe in the middle. Lowering my arms, I blew out a breath and waited. Alistair spoke almost immediately after the crowd died down. “And that’s why you two are the top two dancers. You are both so strong and fierce. This has been one of the most amazing seasons of So You Think You Can Dance and it’s all in part due to you two.”

“Thank you,” Alice said smugly, standing up taller and smirking. 

“This has been a dream,” I breathed. “Thank you for the opportunity.”

“A class act to the end,” Carmen smiled. “We should be thanking you.”

“Before we announce the winner, let’s take a look at both of your best bits,” Chloe said. On the screen, our story wove together and it was a combination of our best performances, rehearsals and camaraderie with the cast. I had more of the latter, but they gave us equal time. When the video ended, the lights came up. “In a record-breaking vote, America’s Favorite Dancer is …”

I took a breath, focusing on my thoughts, my dad, my friends, Edward and my future. Whatever may come … I can do this.

“Isabella Swan!” 

Did I just win? Oh my GOD! 

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I sat in my room, staring at my phone.

Glowering at my phone was more like it …

This was a contingency plan that Renee came up with in case things didn’t go as planned. And things definitely did not go as planned. I sucked. I really, royally sucked. The only dance I performed well was the bullshit dance I had with Bella. The rest of the performances, I was worse than mediocre. I stumbled, fumbled and looked like a complete amateur. We needed that contingency plan because the dance I had with Bella was the strongest. For both of us, to be honest. I had to give her credit. She kicked ass. Despite her numerous injuries and there was a tiny, I mean miniscule, part of me that respected her for it. Like the size of a grain of rice, but that’s neither here nor there.

Shit. I’m growing a conscience. Stop that, Brandon. Just stop!

The dance, our dance, that was supposed to ruin her. I mean, I nailed her with my ‘unintentional’ kick. But, she didn’t give up. She went to the emergency room and muscled through.

And she performed better than me.

What. The. Fuck?!

So, I had plan B.

Picking up my phone, I dialed the number that Renee had sent to me. Might as well get this shit done. Isabella Swan is going down, bitches! “Hello? TMZ? My name is Alice Brandon and I’m a contestant on So You Think You Can Dance? I’m calling you regarding another contestant, Isabella Swan. It’s been brought to my attention that she’s been using performance enhancing drugs.”

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“You better win, girl,” Tia sniffled. “If Malice kicks your ass, I’ll kick hers. Evil bitch from hell.” She threw another pair of shoes into her bag. “Seriously, though. I think you have the chops to win this thing, Bella.”

“I hope so. But, I don’t want to win to prove that I can. I want to win so that Alice doesn’t get the chance,” I snorted. “Is that wrong?”

“Psssh, nope,” Tia retorted. “You do you and let Alice dig herself her own shallow grave.” She tossed her last bag out into the hallway. “I don’t understand why I can’t stay here. I’m performing in two weeks for the results show. This bed is so much more comfortable than a shitty hotel bed.”

“At least you get some privacy,” I shrugged. Together, we carried the bags down to the foyer. Tyler was waiting there to go to the hotel with Tia. “You could also pick up some hottie and have raunchy hotel sex.”

“That does sound promising,” Tia said, hugging me again. “Shake what your momma gave ya!”

“Damn straight,” Tyler barked, hugging the both of us. “I’ll be voting for you from my hotel room, girl. I need to support my old partner.”

“Thanks,” I giggled. “I’ll miss you guys.”

“There won’t be a buffer of your humor, Tia or your noxious fumes, Tyler, with Alice,” Jacob 

chuckled.

“Fuck you, Black,” Tyler scoffed. “Noxious fumes, my ass.”

“They come from your ass,” Jacob said, arching a brow. Tyler gave Jacob the finger. With a honk from the waiting car, they left and the house was now empty. Only the four of us, Jacob, Jasper, Alice and me remained. Jasper was on the phone with his parents, finalizing their plans to fly in for the finale. They were strapped for cash and were working on getting the funds to attend the final performance. Alistair said he’d help, but Jasper’s dad was too proud to accept charity. Jasper was trying to convince him otherwise.

Alice was in her room with the music blaring. She stomped into the house once we got back from the studio, ignoring us and shutting herself inside her room. I helped Tia pack her suitcases, but was planning on texting Edward once she was gone and Jacob ate, since he was a bottomless pit. Edward, Lauren, Peter and Emmett were coming over, along with Jasmine and her boyfriend, Cyrus, to hang out. It was still early and we were not supposed to be at the rehearsal studios until ten the following morning.

Then, the craziness of the final performance show would be upon us. The calm before the storm, as it were. I was nervous about the upcoming final show, but looking forward to finding out who actually won. The stress was getting to me. Alice was getting to me.

Hell, Alice was getting to everyone. Even Alistair could barely contain his ire to her in the meeting after the elimination. The fact that she was smug rubbed all of us the wrong way, but Alistair told her that she was only here by votes and that if he still had a say, she’d be gone.

Hence, the temper tantrum upon our return. 

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“I definitely feel more confident about our disco routine,” Jasper said, sucking down some water. “Thank you, Edward, for your help. I know that you didn’t need to help.”

“Jasper, it’s not a big deal,” Edward replied. “I know how hard disco is.”

“I thought that disco was just like John Travolta in Staying Alive,” I snorted, stretching out my body. “You know what I mean?” I moved my arm, crossing it over my body with my finger pointed. Edward laughed and Jasper rolled his eyes. “What? You have to admit …”

“She has a point,” Jasper chuckled. “However, I’ll be happy once this is done. I’m just afraid that … I don’t want to be eliminated. I got this far and to be eliminated now?”

“We’re all feeling it,” I replied, putting on my sneakers and tossing my heels into my bag. “I’m grateful for the day off today, but knowing that tomorrow is camera blocking and then we perform the day following? It’s daunting. We’re so close to the end, but the dream could come to a screeching halt.”

“Don’t think of it that way,” Edward said. “Look at a number of previous contestants who were eliminated. They all have started lucrative careers in dance with the help of the show. Myself included. I got the opportunity to choreograph, performed in various locations and I’ve received offers to perform in other venues. Did I have these opportunities prior to being on the show? Not to the extent due to my celebrity. Don’t think as being eliminated as a bad thing. You will still be marketable because of your time on the show.”

“I never thought about that,” Jasper murmured. He shrugged, smiling at both Edward and me. “Thanks, Edward.”

“I do try. Let’s get something to eat before I drive you back the house,” he said. We put on some loose clothes and went to In-N-Out Burger, devouring delicious burgers and large milkshakes. I was quiet, not really paying attention to Edward and Jasper as they prattled on. “Bella? Angel, are you okay?”

“What? Sorry,” I said, blinking back to them.

“You were spacing out, Bells,” Jasper said as he stuffed some fries into his mouth.

“Just thinking about the competition, the rehearsal tomorrow, performances the day after that …” I said. “I didn’t mean to space out.”

“I still think it’s all of the sun from yesterday,” Jasper snickered. I nodded, still exhausted from National Dance Day. “I know I’ll have no problems falling asleep.”

“I’m going to soak in the tub and then crash,” I said.

“Well, let’s get you guys back,” Edward replied, taking out his car keys. We threw out our garbage and Edward drove us back to the house. Jasper waved and sauntered inside. I turned to face Edward. He looked very scruffy with three-day’s worth of stubble and a backwards baseball cap. “You sure I can’t convince you to come back with me? You said you sleep better with me.”

“I know, but when I came back from spending some time in the pool before going to our rehearsal with Jasper, I felt like my shit was rifled through,” I frowned. “I want to make sure that no one is pulling some bullshit. You know?”

“No one, meaning Malice?” Edward snorted.

“Bingo,” I said, smirking. “I love sleeping with you and snuggling next to you, but with a wild card like Alice, I just don’t trust her.” 

Alice and Benji, Contemporary

Fix You by Coldplay

Jacob and Jasmine, Bollywood

Tandau Music by Aatish Kapadia

Jasper and Lauren, Jazz

Emergency by Icono Pop

Bella and Edward, Hip Hop

After Party by Dorrough Music

Tyler and Emily, Broadway

Moses Supposes from the musical, Singing in the Rain

Tia and Amun, Salsa

Put it in a Love Song by Alicia Keys, featuring Beyonce

Alice and Tyler, Rumba

Ain't No Sunshine by Bill Withers

Jacob and Tia, Contemporary

Total Eclipse of the Heart by Bonnie Tyler

Bella and Jasper, Disco

When Love Takes Over by David Guetta, featuring Kelly Rowland

Opening Group Number, Jazz

Ramalama (Bang Bang) by Roisin Murphy

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But, I just can't.

I can't keep up with this updating schedule. I recently got a promotion at work. As a result, I have a lot more responsibility at work and I have to put in significantly more hours. Those hours cut into my writing time. When I get home, I want to decompress. Writing can do that for me, but with the update schedule, it feels like work.

So, I'm deciding to put some stories on hiatus and focus on ONE story at a time. The plan is to focus on Buying Love. That one is close to the end. There will be about one hundred chapters and I'm on chapter ninety-three. I'll post updates probably as soon as I finish them, or at least the following day (giving you a teaser). After Buying Love, my attention will turn to So You Think You Can Dance? I'm hopeful that it will be finished by Halloween. I'm thinking that it will be around twenty-seven chapters. Then, I'll come back to The One That Got Away and La Musica del Cuore. 

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Bella stayed at the house after the elimination, helping Rose pack up her belongings. I knew that Rose’s elimination was going to be hard on my girlfriend, but she didn’t show it outwardly. If anything, Bella looked more determined to win. However, I was concerned for her and wanted to be there for her, supporting her the best way I could.

Just not tonight.

As I sat on my couch, watching the news, there was a knock at my door. Heaving my body off the sofa, I opened the door. Emmett was fidgeting with his watch and blushing furiously as he danced on my doorstep. “You okay, man?” I asked.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Sure. Do you want something to drink?” I asked, ushering him inside.

“Got any scotch? Bourbon? Tequila?” he quipped. “God, I fucked up. I soooooooo fucked up.”

“Emmett?”

“Just something strong,” he nodded absently. I shook my head and found a bottle of whiskey that Alistair left in my apartment from my welcome basket. I grabbed two tumblers and poured us each a glass. Balancing the bottle and the two glasses, I sat down on the sofa, next to my friend. He swiped one tumbler and downed the drink, pouring himself another. “Thanks, Edward.”

“Why are you so anxious, Emmett?” I asked. “Is everything okay? What did you fuck up?”

“You know Rose?” he replied, slugging down the whiskey and pouring himself another glass. “Rose. My partner Rose. The Rose that hates my guts because she thinks I’m a sexist pig? That Rose? Bella’s best friend who got eliminated? Her? Rosalie Hale?” He was totally rambling and I was concerned.

“Yeah,” I drawled out.

“We fucked,” he blurted, slamming his drink and grabbing the bottle. He chugged a few gulps, grimacing. “Damn, that burns.”

“Slow down, Emmett,” I said, taking the bottle away. “Drinking is not helping. You and Rose had sex?”

“No, we fucked. It was all anger, emotion and animalistic fucking,” Emmett replied. “Rose lit into me because I dropped her during our American in Paris routine. She had every right to be pissed. We’d kicked ass on that lift during rehearsals, but something just didn’t mesh when we performed live. After the show, she started yelling at me and I told her to calm down. She narrowed her eyes and grabbed her shit, walking to my car and getting inside.

“I drove us to my apartment and she continued to scream at me. I yelled back and the next thing I knew, we were pawing at each other like animals and clothes were flying all over the place. I fucked her on the couch, shocked at how tight she was. Oh my God … it was heaven being inside of her. Then, we went to my bedroom and fooled around, fucking some more and we crashed,” Emmett sighed, scrubbing his hands through his short hair.

“And why are you freaking about this?” I asked. “I thought you liked her.”

“Number one, I didn’t use a rubber What happens if she gets pregnant?” Emmett said, wrinkling his nose. “Number two, it was the best god damned sex I’d had. Ever. Rosalie Hale is my fucking dream girl, Edward and she hates my fucking guts. Gimme the bottle, damn it.”

He reached for it and I hopped off the couch, sitting on the leather chair. “No, Emmett,” I said, putting it behind me. 

"Cheap Thrills" by Sia
Hip Hop National Dance Routine

Public Service Announcement

So, with the arrival of August, school is just around the corner. In less than two weeks, I'll be back to school with a new and challenging position as a choral director. It's been six years since I've last had a choir and this is the first time, ever, that I will have an entire schedule for JUST choir and have my own room (I'm stoked about that! I don't have to travel!)

As a result of the new year, things will be changing with updates and such. I want to keep the rigorous update schedule that I have, but until I can get a read of how I'm able to handle this, updates may slow down. And I will probably just focus my attention to ONE story at a time in order to make the most out of my time.

So, here's the plan. I'm hoping to finish Buying Love before the end of summer break. It's getting close to the end of the story with a few things to wrap up. I'll keep the Monday/Friday updating schedule. So You Think You Can Dance is also close to its finish as well, perhaps another ten chapters besides the ones I have written (through chapter 17). That will update on every other Thursday, but it's all dependent on how much surplus I can build. La Musica del Cuore has a long way to go and I have a plan, but it will take time. This is the question mark ... can I maintain the every other week updating schedule with this? I don't know. The One That Got Away has a surplus and the chapters come together quickly, but I may reduce the update schedule to once a week, mainly on Sundays.

I need to make things easier for me since I'm stressing out about my new position and how it will impact everything I do. I'm excited about teaching choir since that's what I went to school for, but I'm anxious about the logistics. How do I fit 300 students on a set risers? Who can accompany me? Should I break up my concerts by grade? So, therein lies the problems.

I hope you are patient with me and I'll keep you posted.

Also, I have a couple of things on the back burner. I just came up with a plot bunny (the post previous to this one) along with a one-shot/futuretake for Star Crossed called Fractured Dreams for Fandoms Against Domestic Violence, and my fallen angel story, Out of the Darkness. I need to finish what's in front of me before I can address these things, with the exception of the one-shot. I've got a deadline for that, but we'll see what happens. And let's not forget Picking up the Pieces. I do plan on finishing that one, but I am still not in the right spot, mentally to attack that. *Sigh*

Thanks for reading and I'll see you on the flip side!

Hugs,

Josie 'Tufano79'

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BPOV

The waves calmed and I collapsed on the bed, panting like I’d just run a marathon. Edward pressed soft kisses to my core, my inner thighs and up my body until he was hovering over me. His lips were still glistening and he looked like the cat who got the cream. I couldn’t speak since my brain cells were fried. I pulled him down to me, kissing his mouth and tasting my essence on his lips. He rolled us so we both on our sides and he held me close to his body, our lips moving languidly together as I regained the ability to talk. Pulling away, I looked into his eyes. “I hope you’re not tired, Mr. Cullen. We’re so not finished yet.”

EPOV

“Bella, no. This was about you,” I said, my hands still moving along her pale, alabaster skin. “I’ve been wanting to feel you, touch you, taste you since I bumped into you at the Portland auditions.”

“You think I’m not the only one?” she purred, leaning forward and barely touching my lips with hers. Her body rolled and it pressed my erection against my thigh. “You think that I don’t feel how hard you are?”

“Seeing you,” I whispered, “feeling your body completely tense and then relax after I …” I trailed off, not wanting to offend her with my dirty mouth.

And it was dirty. Fuck was my favorite word while having sex, closely followed by wet, pussy and tight.

“After you licked my pussy?” she asked, her eyes dancing with desire and mirth. Hearing her say that, it made my cock twitch between us. Her hands glided down my torso and onto my board shorts. She barely touched my hardness and I moaned. “I want this. I want you. I’m not ready for sex, but you’ve given me pleasure and I want to return the favor. I need to taste you, Edward.” Her lips kissed my jaw, licking my skin as she captured my earlobe with her teeth. “Don’t deny me this one wish.”

Her mouth was right against my ear and her warm breath fanned over me, making me shudder. When her tiny hand cupped my arousal, I was lost to her, needing her mouth around my cock. “Bella,” I breathed, tightening my grip on her lithe body. I felt her smile against my neck as her nimble fingers worked on untying the laces that held up my shorts. She cupped my cheek and kissed me, her tongue gliding easily into my mouth. Her hand pushed me onto my back and she straddled my stomach. I could feel her sex on my belly.

She. Was. Still. Wet.

Kill me, dead. 

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“Is everything okay?” I asked, pulling my feet out of the water. Jasper shook his head, his eyes pained. We got up. Edward was getting out of the pool, shoving at Peter who had lost in their game of chicken. I nodded to him and we walked to a quiet corner, near the gazebo in the yard. “Okay, tell me.”

“What’s going on?” Edward asked, rubbing his wet hair. “Oh, right. The big date.”

“The date from hell,” Jasper groaned. “We went to the Thai place. Alice proceeded to order the most expensive items on the menu and not even finish them. She didn’t even get a doggie bag.”

“She’s a wasteful wench. We know this,” Edward snorted. “What about Bella?”

“While Alice was in the bathroom, she got this text,” Jasper hissed, looking around and making sure that Alice didn’t come down or was watching from her window. “It was from your mom, Bella.”

“Renee?” I squeaked.

“Yeah. She was going on and on about how she hated you and wanted you eliminated from the competition. Plus, it looks like Alice is going to be the means for said elimination. She’s going to hurt you. I think the direct words, ‘getting rid of my useless, worthless daughter by any means necessary.’ I’m sorry, Bells. I should have listened to you,” Jasper whispered.

“We need to get that cell phone,” Edward said sternly. “It has proof that Alice is planning on cheating. That way, she’ll be eliminated for unsportsmanlike conduct.”

“The one time she was approached about her phone, she said she dropped it in the pool,” I said, crossing my arms over my body. I had gotten a chill, standing on the grass in nothing but a bikini. Edward pulled me to his body and rubbed me with his hands. “How are we going to make this work?”

“I could …” Jasper said, cringing. “I could still pretend to be into her even though I want to scour my tongue and bleach my mouth from that nasty kiss. Maybe she’ll tell me more about what’s going to happen.”

All Star Dances

Alice and Benji, Swing

Rockafellar Skank by Fatboy Slim

Rose and Emmett, Hip Hop

My Chick Bad by Ludacris

Jessica and Peter, Jazz

F For You by Disclosure

Bella and Edward, Broadway

Kiss of the Spider Woman from the Original Broadway Cast

Demitri and Anya, Disco

No More Tears (Enough is Enough) by Donna Summer and Westlife

Contestant Dances

Alice and Jacob, Contemporary

Gravity by Sara Bareilles

Rose and Jasper, Broadway

Dancing' Dan (Me and My Shadow)

Jessica and Tyler, Jazz Fusion

Primitive by Richard Vission and Luciana

Bella and Alec, Samba

Magalehna by Sergio Mendes

Tia and Demitri, Hip Hop

Turn Down For What by Lil Jon

Group Number

Top Ten Group Number, Hip Hop

Ready Or Not, Here I Come by District 78, Featuring Cheesa