So You Think You Can Dance?

I Know You Want Me

So, here we are ... starting a new story. I'm dreaming that it's summer time and the favorite thing about summer time, besides the longer days and warmer weather is the return of my favorite show, So You Think You Can Dance? I love it ... the beauty, artistry and athleticism is amazing. Plus, the music they play? Damn ... makes me happy.

Now, I'm doing something that I normally don't do, having multiple POVs in one chapter. I have done it other stories, but during situations where it was like the climax or the epilogue, because it's not something that I like to do. I will be sticking with Edward and Bella. However, when I was planning out this chapter, and the subsequent chapters, the story would mainly revolve around Bella. As much as I like to focus on her character, I do want to make sure I include Edward in the mix. Soooooo, I could have done two shorter chapters or combine them into one longer chapter. I'd figure you'd like longer chapters with a combination of EPOV/BPOV.

You're welcome. *Snorts*

On that note ... onto the story. Up next will be Edward and Bella's conversation. Will she forgive him? Did she overreact? (Yes). Anyhow, we'll have that conversation, along with Edward's choreography and some time out for the dancers. Will Bella and Edward ever get that kiss in? Read and find out.

Chapter Eleven: I Know You Want Me

EPOV

I was an anxious nervous mess. It had been a couple of days since I'd last heard from Bella. I knew that she needed time, but my impatience was making me sick. I really wanted to talk to her before rehearsals began for this week's show, especially since I wanted Bella to be one of the featured dancers for the piece I had choreographed.

"Edward, you need to stop pacing," Peter quipped, his feet on my cocktail table. He was in town for the premier and to watch the show. He was mooching from my fridge. "The girl will call you. Maybe she's dealing with some shit."

"This whole competition, she's been dealing with some shit," I growled, sitting down on the couch. "What if she decided that we're not worth it? What if Alice convinced her that ..." My phone interrupted my irrational rant. I nearly fell over my own feet to answer it. "Hello?"

"Jesus, Cullen," laughed Rose. "You sound a little desperate, bub."

"Shut it," I growled. "What's the deal, Rose? Why hasn't she called me?"

"I love my roommate, my sister from another mister, but that girl has a stubborn streak a mile long," Rose said. "However, Jacob, Maggie and I have told her that she needs to pull her head out of her ass. Alice is still acting all smug, making everyone believe that you really had hooked up with her. Bella needs proof."

"I'll give her proof. I've already spoken to Carmen and Alistair, getting the raw footage of our rehearsal," I explained. "I'll show her that Alice was the instigator in this whole charade."

"Good," Rose said. "I'm going to give her what for once I get off the phone. Can you be here at the house in like an hour?"

"I'm on my way," I smiled. Rose, while the master kiss-blocker, had turned out to be a valuable ally. I wasn't going to give up on Bella. Alice's manipulations had driven us apart, but I was determined to not walk away from something that was potentially life-altering. I hung up the phone and gave Peter an anxious smile. "Wish me luck."

"You won't need it. You can just give her a crooked grin and swivel your hips, she'll be falling at your feet," Peter snickered.

"I'll have to do more work than that, Peter," I deadpanned. "Bella's trust in people is shattered. You saw what happened when Tyler gave her grief about being injured. He's still trying to crawl out of the hole he dug for himself."