Okay, here's the first chapter of my new fiction, Dance Hall Drug! Hope you like it!
EPOV
"Edward, where are you?" I heard my mom call from downstairs. I thought it would be obvious, with my music blaring through the speakers and everything.
"In my room, Mom!" I called down. Not too long after, I heard a knock at the door. I got off my couch, and went to open it. See, that's one thing I really respect about my mom. She always feels the need to knock on a door before she opens it, which makes it a lot easier for me, especially since I like my privacy.
When I opened the door, I smiled down at my mom, and she smiled in return, before walking into my room over to the couch. She patted the spot next to her, signaling that she wanted to talk. I gulped. Mother-son talks were pretty low on my 'things-I-like-to-do list.'
Hesitantly, I made my way over to her. She smiled warmly at me, but I have learned that that is usually a sign of 'something bad's about to happen.'
"Edward, we need to talk." Her face held no emotion, which made it extremely hard to see where this was about to go.
"Yeah, Mom?" I was suddenly very wary at the moment. Did she find out about the party that Emmett and Jasper tricked me into going to? Oh God, I hope not. I don't think I'd be able to stand it if she knew what went on at those parties.
"I don't really know how to bring this up, so I'll just come out and say it, all right?" I nodded, still very unsure of where this was going. She continued with the most horrible words a mother could tell her seventeen-year-old son.
"I've signed you up for ballroom dancing lessons!" I could feel al the color drain from my face. She seriously expected me to be happy about this? What kind of lunatic would want to go to ballroom dancing lessons! Oh, God, the excuses I would have to feed my friends! If they ever found out about this…? No, I just won't think about that possibility, because they won't find out about it.
I lifted up my head, and unhappily said to my mom, "When do they start?"
Her smile faltered a bit, before she quickly covered it up and mumbled "Twenty minutes."
"Great. Thanks, Mom. Well I'll just be on my merry way, off to ballroom dancing lessons!" I said with fake enthusiasm that she easily picked up.
"I don't want to hear any bad news from the teacher, all right? If anything goes wrong, I will ground you for so long, your kids will complain." With that she handed me a piece of paper with the directions on it, and told me to get going, or I'd be late.
BPOV
"Isabella Marie Swan, you are going to these classes, and that's final!" My mom seriously must have taken something. She knows I have two left feet, and that I trip over air. There is no way I'll be able to survive ballroom dancing lessons. Ugh, those three words are already becoming an omen to me.
"Mom, there is now way I am going to take ballroom dancing lessons! It's impossible for me to walk on a flat surface without finding something to trip over! And you of all people should know this! I mean where do you think I get my clumsiness fr-!"
She interrupted me with a glare so fierce, Dracula would be afraid of it. "Isabella Marie Swan" Ugh, that was the second time in what? Five minutes that she full-named me? "You can't back out of these classes! I've already paid for them, and Elizabeth and I really want you two to get to know each other!" Well she did already pay for them and- wait. Elizabeth? You two to know each other? What is she talking about?!
"Mom, you don't mean book club Elizabeth, do you?" Elizabeth Whatever-her-last-name-is and my mom had become great friends through book club that apparently both their husbands recommended. I will never understand the concept of book club, personally. Who likes to discuss books? Isn't it just better to read them?
"Yes, yes I do. She is a very nice woman, who just happens to be my best friend, and she has a son who will be attending the class as well. We really want you two to get to know each other, you know, become 'friends'?"
I sighed. All my mom ever wanted for me was that I have a boyfriend. Unfortunately, either the boy didn't have any interest in me (which happened 99.99999 percent of the time), or I didn't have any interest in the boy (the other 0.00001 percent of the time).
"Fine, Mom. I'll go to the stupid class. I'll probably kill more than half of them, but I'll go." She gleefully smiled at me, and handed me a slip of paper with the directions written in her neat handwriting on it. I took it and made my way to the car.
I followed the directions very carefully, and when I got to the place where they were going to be held, I got out. I hurried my way to the front door, because it was raining out side, and I was late.
When I got inside, the teacher was taking roll, and assigning partners, so she hadn't noticed that I wasn't there yet. Just as I got inside, however, she called my name.
"Isabella Swan?" I raised my hand and she nodded her head. "You will be paired with…Edward Mason." She pointed across the room to a boy who raised his head. His eyes met mine and I nearly fell over from the intensity of his gaze, and his pure beauty. He had the most gorgeous, deep, emerald green eyes that I had ever seen, and I could imagine myself just staring into them for hours on end. And his hair! It looked like he just stepped out of a windstorm. It was tidy, but fell down in a messy fashion. He looked to be about my age, and he was over all very good looking.
After tearing my gaze away from his face, I took a quick glance at the rest of his gorgeous self. He was very toned, but in a boyish sort of way. He looked like he wasn't one of those boys who spent all of their free time at the gym, but maybe like he visits every once in a while, just enough to keep him in good shape.
The way he carried himself over all showed that he was just as happy to be here as I was, and that he couldn't wait for these classes to be over. But my attention was soon claimed by the teacher, who told us that today would be a "get to know your partner day." I was ecstatic that fate had chosen me to be paired up with this glorious being. Maybe these classes wouldn't be so bad.
All right, this is chapter one of Dance Hall Drug. And on a random note, has anyone noticed that my stories both have the same first letters for the first and last word, and a different letter for the middle word? Maybe it's just me because when I finish a chapter I save it as DHDch1 or MNMch2, or maybe I'm just paranoid. Oh well! Review and I'll see you next chapter!