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So this story came into my head and wouldn't leave so I needed to get the start of it out at least. I haven't given up on Infatuation, in fact the next chapter is almost done.

"Hey everyone. Welcome to Karaoke night at Eclipse. I'm your host Bella. For those of you who don't know the drill, there is a song list on each table, as well as slips of paper and pens. Check out the book, write down what you want to sing and bring it on up. I'll call you when it's your turn. Let's all have a good time tonight." I put the mic down on the stool and glance around the room. He comes every time, he has to be here, he's always here. Of course he goes home with a different skank every time, but I just can't keep my eyes off of him.

His voice is smooth and sweet like melted chocolate. He always sings, never the same thing, but at least one song and the genre varies every time. His voice is beautiful and so is he. Reddish brown hair that is in complete disarray like he just had the best sex of his life, and based on the amount of times he takes a girl home with him I would say that was a fair assessment. His jaw is strong and chiseled, I long to run my tongue along it. His bright green eyes are like a beacon, they call to me and my hoohah. He usually wears jeans and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and I swear to you that I have NEVER had a thing for forearms, but this guy, he give good forearm. Holy god! I get wet just thinking about all the things I want to do to this man and what I want him to do to me.

Get a hold of yourself Bella. He's a manwhore; you don't need to be getting worked up over a guy like that.

It's just not fair. My inner voice is right, I shouldn't be getting worked up over a guy like that, but sweet baby Jesus I want him.

I don't see him in the bar yet, but there are a few people already putting in requests. I guess it's time to get this party started.

"First up, Jared. Let's give him a round of applause." Everyone in the bar clapped and I could hear whistling and hollering going on.

Jared steps up on stage and grabs the mic. I start the song and the music comes from the speakers. The screen lights up with the intro to the song and soon Jared starts singing. It doesn't start off that bad, but once he gets into the song it's absolutely horrible. Nothing like him, he sings perfectly. Speaking of which, where is he? I finally spot him sitting at one of the booths, he's looking in the book of songs, although I'm not sure why. I'm fairly certain he knows what's in there by heart. He's sitting there with a big guy with cute dimples, black curly hair and a really great smile. Next to him is a lanky looking guy with blond wavy hair and eyes so bright and blue I can see them from here. They are all talking, laughing and drinking their beers as they looks over the songs.

Someone clears their throat behind me, bringing me out of my ogling.

"Sorry about that." I take the mic and get back to what I'm actually here for. "Give a round of applause for Jared. That's was great." More clapping comes from the bar as I grab the next slip to see who is up next.

"Next up we have…" I pause for a moment to read what's on the slip. Looks like we have a bachelorette party here tonight. This should be fun. "Jessica, who is getting married in 2 days. Give it up for the bride to be."

A girl with frizzy long brown hair ambles her way up to the stage; she's bright red with embarrassment. "I've never done this before. What do I do?" She asks timidly.

"It's really easy. Just watch the screen and the words will be highlighted when it's time for you to sing. Just keep your eyes on the screen. You'll love it, trust me."

"Thanks." She grabs the mic and headed to the front of the stage. Hoots and hollers come from everywhere as I get the song started. The beginning notes of Miley Cyrus' Party in the USA started up and I rolled my eyes. Miley Cyrus, really? Does no-one have any decent taste in music anymore? Jessica starts off slow and quiet, but she reallygets into it once the chorus comes around for the second time. She's actually doing a pretty good job and the crowd is eating it up. The song ends and she looks beside herself. I can't help but smile and give her a high five.

"Well done. I told you you could do it."

"Thanks for the encouragement. I really loved it. I'm definitely doing that again." She said.

"Good, go have a good time and I'll see you back up here in a bit Jessica." She walked off the stage happily to her party who were all screaming at her that she did a great job.

"Great job Jessica. Everyone give her a hand, she did amazing for her first time up here."

Moving right along. The next person was up doing a sloppy rendition of Don't Stop Believing by Journey when he came up.

"Hello Bella." His smooth voice cut through me as if I was butter. I practically melted.

"Hey. What are you singing tonight?" I grabbed the slip to take a peek but he suddenly grabbed it away from me. I gasped and looked up at him. He was giving me the smile I imagined dropped all the panties; I know it made me want to drop mine, and my breath caught in my throat. Holy hell he's beautiful. Those green eyes seemed to be sparkling at me and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"You'll just have to wait and see." He picked up my stack of requests and put his at the very bottom before turning back to his table leaving me utterly speechless.

20 minutes and half a dozen bad singers singing even worse songs and it was time for Edward to sing. I was giddy with anticipation.

"Thank you Sam. That was great!" I pulled the slip and smiled to myself. He had chosen one of my favorites and I couldn't wait to hear him sing it.

"Next up is Edward. Come on up here big boy." Holy shit; did I just call him big boy? Judging by the smirk on his face and the way his friends were laughing I did just call him that. FUCK. MY. LIFE!

"Big boy huh? Maybe I'll let you see just how big a boy I actually am later Bella." He brushed passed me with a wink as he grabbed the mic and went up on stage. My face had to be flaming red; I could feel the heat coming off it. I started the song and then the sweet sound of his voice lulled me into trance.

Watch the sunrise

Say your goodbyes

Off we go

Some conversation

No contemplation

Hit the road

Car overheats

Jump out of my seat

On the side of the highway baby

Our road is long

Your hold is strong

Please don't ever let go, oh no

He's singing to the crowd, working it like only he can. Suddenly he turns to face me and sings the next verse.

I know I don't know you

But I want you so bad

He turns back to the crowd and doesn't miss a beat

Everyone has a secret

But can they keep it

Oh no they can't

I'm driving fast now

Don't think I know how to go slow

Where you at now

I feel around

There you are

Cool these engines

Calm these jets

I ask you how hot can it get

And as you wipe off beads of sweat

Slowly you say "I'm not there yet!"

I know I don't know you

But I want you so bad

Everyone has a secret

But can they keep it

Oh no they can't

The song finishes and I swear I can't breathe. I'm sweating and panting like I've just run a marathon, my head resting in the palm of my hand as I lean over the table just staring at him. I quickly compose myself as he eats up the applause and wolf whistles.

"Bella." He hands me back the mic and brushes his fingers on mine and I swear I feel something, something that threatens to bring me to my knees right there.

"Whew, is it hot in here? Give it up for Edward everyone." More clapping and whistling ensues.

The night was going really smoothly. I noticed and leggy blonde over at Edward's table and she was all over him. Her hands were running all over his chest and she was whispering in his ear. He would say something to her and she would giggle and get more touchy feely. I wanted to rip her hair out.

Down girl. You know what's going to happen next, just get over it already.

The burly guy with dimples staggered up to the stage and handed over his slip.

"Hey." He said and flashed his megawatt smile at me.

"Hey yourself handsome. What are we singing tonight?"

"Just a little CCR. Gotta go with the classics baby."

"There's nothing better. I'll get to you as soon as I can…" I look at the slip he handed me to get his name. "Emmett. Cute."

"Cute huh? No one has ever said my name was cute before."

"I wasn't commenting on your name." I winked at him and he laughed.

"Well thanks. I guess I'll be seeing you again soon Bella."

"It would seem so Emmett." He walked off back to his table. I chanced a glance over there and noticed Edward had a scowl on his face and it was directed at Emmett. He glared at him as he made his way back to the table. Emmett gave the blonde one a fist bump and the bimbo tried to get Edward's attention back on her, it didn't take much and soon he was nuzzling in her neck. I looked away at that point, not wanting to see any more.

There was a lull in requests and usually at this point I took to the stage to get a few more people to get the courage to come up and sing. I spoke into the microphone and let everyone know that there was plenty of time to get requests in then started my song.

Hearts break too fast when they're sentimental
Won't stay, won't last when it's love at first sight
So why are my convictions blinded by your spotlight
Can't breath, can't sleep
Need some medication
I've kissed goodbye to my reservations
I know there's other fish out in the seas
Not for me
I want you

I peeked out in the direction of Edward's table and his gaze was fixed right on me. He was leaning into his table, completely ignoring the blonde bimbo shoving her fake boobs in his face. I smirked as I continued.

If I can't have you
Then I don't want anyone
I don't want anyone
If I can't have you
Then only damage has been done, baby
We can break these rules
If you wanna have some fun
If you wanna have some fun
Think of all the love that you will lose
If I can't have you
If I can't have you

Heartbeat cold sweat
Thoughts slippin' under
Can't fight no threat
'Cause there's just no use
One look, no hesitation I'm slipping into you
Forgive these eyes, these lips you're tastin'
No time to waste on an invitation
My shame, my self-control has suffered enough
And everybody wants to be loved

If I can't have you
Then I don't want anyone
I don't want anyone
If I can't have you
Then only damage has been done, baby
We can break these rules
If you wanna have some fun
If you wanna have some fun
Think of all the love that you will lose
If I can't have you
If I can't have you
If I can't have you
If I can't have you
I haven't seen the best that love has had to offer
They say perfection's always right around the corner
Could be true
But if I can't have you

If I can't have you
Then I don't want anyone
I don't want anyone
If I can't have you
Then only damage has been done, baby
We can break these rules
If you wanna have some fun
If you wanna have some fun
Think of all the love that you will lose
If I can't have you
If I can't have you

If I can't have you
If I can't have you
If I can't have you
Think of all the love that you will lose
If I can't have you

The applause of the crowded bar was deafening as my song came to an end.

"Thanks guys. Come on up with your requests!" I went off to the side of the stage to go through the new requests that came up as I sung.

"WOW, Bella. That was fucking hot!" I looked up to see Emmett's smiling face in front of me. He was beaming at me. It was cute really, but hell he had nothing on Edward, but alas Edward is a manwhore and therefore off limits. I smiled at Emmett, what harm could a little flirting do, right?

"Hey, that was awesome. You are fantastic. I'm Jasper by the way." The blond guy who is sitting with Edward had his hand out to me, so I grasped it and he pulled my hand to lips to kiss it.

"Hi, I'm Bella. So, Jasper, are you singing tonight?" I asked him.

"I was actually just coming up here with a request. Sweet Home Alabama." He stated with a slight southern drawl.

"You boys and your classics. Gotta love it. Alright, you two shoo. I have work to do." I waved them off back to their seats so I could get the next person up here and actually do my job.

"Lauren, where are ya babe? You're up!" Lauren, as it turned out was a drunken mess and apparently with the bachelorette party. Her choice of "Dirty" by Christina Aguilera was just appalling. I was tempted to cut off my ears so I wouldn't have to listen to it anymore about 10 seconds in, but then the "dirty" dancing started and I just snorted with laughter at the ridiculousness of it. Her friends were whistling and screaming at her and it just encouraged her to do more. She actually stumbled and almost fell over trying to do some stripper move. It wouldn't have been very good for anyone to see me laughing at a singer so I slinked off to the hallway to laugh it up. I calmed down pretty quickly and made my way back up to the side of the stage just as the song was ending.

"Great job Lauren. You made Christina proud baby." I gave her thumbs up as she stumbled back to her friends. "Next up is Emmett. Come on up you sexy man. Show us what ya got!"

He popped up from the table and in a matter of seconds he was standing in front of me.

"I'm ready for my fifteen minutes woman. Hand over the mic and let me show you how it's done."

I laughed and handed him the mic. Emmett was up on the stage bouncing on his feet, no doubt psyching himself up. I've seen people use different kinds of exercises to get ready to sing, this usually meant they were nervous and Emmett was most definitely nervous.

I start the music and all nervousness seems to just leave Emmett and he belts out the song.

Now, when I was just a little boy,
Standin' to my Daddy's knee,
My poppa said, "Son, don't let the man get you
Do what he done to me."
'Cause he'll get you,
'Cause he'll get you now, now.
And I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin' through the backwood, bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the Bayou;
Born on the Bayou;
Born on the Bayou.

Wish I was back on the Bayou.
Rollin' with some Cajun Queen.
Wishin' I were a fast freight train,
Just a chooglin' on down to New Orleans.

Born on the Bayou;
Born on the Bayou;
Born on the Bayou.

Do it, do it, do it, do it. Oh, Lord.
Oh get back boy.

I can remember the fourth of July,
Runnin' through the backwood bare.
And I can still hear my old hound dog barkin',
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.
Chasin' down a hoodoo there.

Born on the Bayou;
Born on the Bayou;
Born on the Bayou.

All right! Do, do, do, do.
Mmmmmmm, oh

I clapped and whooed with everyone else in the bar. Emmett rocked that song, there was no denying it. He put the mic down on the stool and instantly picked me up in his big strong arms and swung me around.

"Emmett, I can't breathe." I choked out.

"Oh, sorry." He said as he gently put me back down on my feet. "That was fucking awesome Bell. I'm doing that again for sure."

"Glad I could help you pop your cherry Emmett." I giggled at his wide eyes as the words registered.

"How did you know?"

"Easy, you were rocking back and forth on your feet before the song started. Then the look of utter excitement after you rocked that song. It was a dead giveaway." I told him. It was true; once a virgin was done with their first song they got this look of accomplishment and pride on their face. Well that and they had to be drunk of their asses to get up there in the first place.

"I'll be back babe!" Emmett walked off to his table and looked at the book some more. I noticed Edward wasn't there anymore and neither was the busty blonde bimbo. Guess he left with the skank. I sighed in defeat. Back to work.

"Jasper, come on down!" I said in my best Bob Barker impersonation.

Jasper made his way up to the stage. I reached out to him with the mic to hand to him, but instead of just taking it from my hand he ran his hand down from my shoulder all the way down to the microphone in my hand. It left a trail of goosebumps in his wake. It was an odd sensation to say the least. He was a good looking guy and if it hadn't been for the fact that I've been hopelessly swooning over Edward for the past 2 months I might actually give this guy a shot. Hell maybe I should. It's not like Edward is at all interested in me anyway.

With that thought I blushed and batted my eyes at him. He took the mic and before he was on the stage I gave him a slap on the ass and muttered a "Go get'm tiger" for encouragement.

The song started and I was taken aback by just how good Jasper actually sounded. He quite literally sounded like he could head up Lynyrd Skynyrd himself if he wanted and don't even get me started on the way he just owned that stage. It was a thing of pure beauty. He had the entire bar on their feet, lighters in hand and singing along with him. Girls were lining the edge of the dinky little stage gawking up at him like he was to be their last meal.

Before I knew what was happening Jasper had his arm around my waist, hand on my hip with the microphone between us and we were both singing the song together. I noticed the girls glaring at me, no doubt thinking that I snatched their prize before they even got a chance at it.

We finished the song to a standing ovation. Nothing but loud cheers and clapping could be heard in the entire bar. Jasper pulled me closer to him and hugged by body tightly to his, then his lips were on mine. Without thinking I moved my lips and tongue against his. He tasted like spicy buffalo sauce and beer with a hint of man. He tasted fantastic.

I broke free from Jasper's lips and backed away with the mic in my hand.

"Give Jasper a hand everyone. Wasn't he fantastic? WOW!" I realize that I'm babbling like a moron. Wow indeed. I looked out to the crowd and to my surprise there was Edward looking like he was ready for a fight and that look was aimed straight at Jasper. I wonder what his problem is. Maybe he's just pissed because his friend out performed him on his turf. Yeah that had to be it. Ego maniac.

"Thanks for that darlin'." Jasper squeezed my hand and headed back to his table.

I went back to work and the night passed quickly and smoothly. Emmett came back up and sang some Achy Breaky Heart and I have to say I haven't laughed that hard in a long time. Jessica, the bride-to-be, and her friend Lauren came up and did a goofy rendition of I kissed a girl by Katy Perry. Everyone was in hysterics because of their antics on stage. They were definitely drunk off their asses at that point.

2 am finally rolled around and it was time to call it quits. I said a goodnight to everyone and started packing up the equipment. Jasper came by to say good night and asked for my number. I gave it to him because he was a good guy from what I could tell. He gave me a kiss on my cheek and said he'd call me tomorrow.

"So do I even get a shot Bella?" My head shot up and noticed Emmett standing there looking at me expectantly.

"What?" I was confused.

"You kissed Jazz, where's my kiss?" He paused for a moment before speaking again. "You know Bella, everyone says I'm a way better kisser than Jasper."

I smiled at him. "Everyone huh?"

"Shit. I didn't mean it that way. I'm not some manwhore or anything." He shifted nervously on his feet before continuing. "Okay, here it is. I like you Bella. You're hot as hell and you're funny and damn girl you've got a set of pipes on you. I was just hoping that maybe I could take you out for coffee or something. Then that damn Jasper had to go kiss you and fuck up my game."

"You're game?"

"You know, my mojo. I was going to ask you out at the end of the night, but the bastard beat me to it."

Emmett was a good guy too, I love his dimples. I guess it couldn't hurt to go out for coffee with him.

"Okay." I said. His head popped up. He was staring rather intently at his shoes before I spoke.

"Okay? You'll go out for coffee with me?"

"Sure. Here, hand me your phone." He placed his phone in my hand and I programmed my number in. "Give me a call tomorrow and we can set something up." I gave him a small kiss on the cheek before I went off to finish packing up.

"Sounds good. Night Bella." He walked off with a little spring in his step and I had to shake my head and laugh. He really was cute.

Finally at my car I was loading it up with all the equipment when I was suddenly grabbed at the waist, turned and kissed rather thoroughly. One hand was pulling firmly into him while his other hand was at the back of my head holding, tilting me to deepen the kiss. I kept my eyes closed taking everything in. I knew who this was without looking at him. His touch ignited a fire within me, his scent was intoxicating. This kiss was everything I ever dreamed it to be and more.

He pulled away and with one last kiss behind my ear he whispered, "You can have me" before I felt him walk away. I was too afraid to see his retreating form to open my eyes. I stood there savoring his taste and letting his words sink in for a few moments before collecting myself. I can have him? He knew the song I sang tonight was for him, that much was clear. But what did that mean, I could have him?

I let out a long sigh and got into my car. It was late and I needed to get home. I knew I'd be dreaming about him tonight, just like I did every other night, except this time I had something real to bring into the dream.

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