A/N Hi everyone! This is the new and improved first chapter to Where You Belong. I would like to thank the amazing momma2fan. Who did the impossible and Beta'd (It's a word) this chapter. Id like everyone to give her a virtual round of applause. She rocks!
Where You Belong
I was at work, collecting notes from the office floor, when Alice's ringtone starting blaring from my pocket.
"I come home, in the morning light, my mother says-" I quickly opened my cell phone when I noticed everyone looking at me.
"Hey, Alice, what's up?"
"Oh my God, Bella! I have the most exciting news!" She squealed into the phone.
She was so loud that three people, once again, looked at me before returning to their work.
"Okay, what's the most exciting news?" I asked rolling my eyes. I picked up a stack of papers from Marilyn, a woman in her mid-thirties with flaming red hair. "More complaints, Marilyn?" I asked laughing.
She winked at me. "You know it."
"Bella, are you listening to me?" Alice demanded angrily.
"Yes, Alice, you have my undivided attention." I promised her sarcastically as I continued to make my way around the office.
"Well, do you remember my Godfather, Joseph Jenkins?" She asked.
I remembered him. He owned a bunch of successful vacation resorts. He also had a soft spot for Alice, Rose and I.
"Yeah, of course I remember Joey." I answered.
She squealed in excitement. "Well, a couple of years ago he opened this HUGE resort in Utah. And he wanted to add something new, to get more people staying there. I mean it's successful, always busy, he just wanted something fresh." She rambled on obviously not wanting me to get the wrong impression of the hotel.
"Yeah, I remember Alice. You told me. Did he finally figure it out?" I asked absently as I tried to pick up a new stack of papers using only one hand.
"Yes! He actually built a studio..." she trailed off suggestively and regaining my attention.
"A dance studio?"
"Yes," she answered cheerfully. "I suggested it the last time I talked to him. I explained that should he offer dance lessons. You know, bring in the Dirty Dancing crowd?" She laughed. "So, he thought it over and he's had a studio added to the property, near the Gym and Spa." She prattled on while I stood there with hands full of papers and mail trying to keep up with her.
"Bella, he offered us the job! Me, you and Rose, he wants us to teach the classes!" She squealed again.
I froze mid-step, completely stunned at her words.
"You want to move to Utah? But you love the city!" I argued.
"Yes, I know, but this is a great opportunity. Look, if it sucks I'll talk to him and we can move back. But, just imagine, Bella, what this would look like on your resume alone. And we can actually teach our own classes and set our own schedule."
"Alice, it sounds great, but we have a jobs and responsibilities. We can't just pick up and move to Utah." I tried to reason with her.
"Okay," she grumbled. "I see your point. How about you think about it for a while, look it up online and we can have a family meeting tonight?" She suggested.
Now, when Alice said 'family meeting' it wasn't just a cute little thing we said because we lived together. It was because we were best friends and as close as sisters.
We are all only children; Alice's parents died when she was sixteen and before their death were very focused on their careers. Rosalie's parents never paid much attention to their daughter, they were either too busy with their 'secret' affairs, or too busy at work so they tended to just throw her a new credit card to keep her out of their way. She called herself the Brooke Davis of San Francisco.
And my parents, well Charlie, I didn't see much of him until I was fourteen and even then things were...complicated. And Renee, well, she's more of a child than a mother; she would have no problem saying yes to Utah.
So, since none of us had ever really had a family we could rely on, we created our own. I would die if anything happened to one of them. Alice and Rosalie were my sisters, blood or not.
"Okay," I agreed. "The three of us and three bowls of ice cream." I laughed.
"I'll go get the ice cream!" She squealed through the phone and then hung up on me.
I finished the rest of my morning in a daze. I didn't like my job, in fact I hated it. I was a personal assistant for a slightly eccentric asshole, who treated every single one of his employee's like slaves. We had to work as scheduled and if you had to take a day off for your child's doctor's appointment, he'd most likely fire you.
So, no, I wouldn't miss this place. What would happen if Utah is a bust? Then we would be jobless and homeless. Alice was addicted to shopping she needs a steady wage coming in.
I wondered what Rosalie would think.
Rosalie and I are a lot alike. Alice is more silly and away with the fairies. It's Rosalie and I who are the cynical and sarcastic ones.
So I'm guessing, that unlike Alice, she'll be thinking about what could go wrong, too.
After lunch and getting the absolute asshole his lunch, I checked out the resort website.
I had to admit, it looked pretty good. It appeared to be a beautiful haven in the middle of the Utah desert. There were a lot of classes and activities that guests could participate in, a number of bars on the property, each according to tastes. I liked the sound of one bar, New Moon. It was the bar where most of the younger guests and even the staff hung out. And there it was mentioned, the new classes that would be available in a month's time.
It was strange to think that I could be the one teaching those classes, working in the studio that was shown on the website.
I had to admit, the place looked too good to be true, but of course it would sound that way. It was a website designed with the very purpose of encouraging people to stay there.
As I finished another long day, I decided that I would talk it over with Rosalie and Alice and the majority ruled. We were a family and that's the way we had always decided anything big and if they wanted me to take the chance, then I would.
If it had not been for them taking a chance on me and seeing something in me, I wouldn't have them as sisters.
I tossed my keys and purse onto the sofa as I walked into the apartment we shared and kicked off my heels with a sigh of relief.
"Come on, Bella!" Alice shouted impatiently from the kitchen area.
Our apartment wasn't overly big, just enough for the three of us to share without killing each other. It was open-spaced and warm and inviting with big overstuffed sofas and plenty of light, as well as being cool and trendy.
I got up with a sigh and made my way over to the kitchen table and slumped down in a chair.
I looked over at the beautiful blond next to me and saw that Rosalie looked torn.
"I'll go first," Alice decided and looked at us with pleading eyes. "This could be really great, guys. Joey would never screw us over, we'd even be getting our own three bedroom cabin. There's a town about an hour's drive away and we get to teach our own classes." She stressed. "Come on, this is my Dirty Dancing fantasy come to life!" She all but squealed.
Rosalie took her turn next. "I'm not sure, Ali." She started gently. "What if we don't like it? We may not have our dream jobs right now, but we have jobs and a steady income. What happens if we're not happy there? We'd be stuck there miserable, or we'd have to come home and find new jobs and a new place to live." She tried to reason with Alice and then frowned; even frowning she was still the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. "Besides, won't we just be teaching a bunch of pre-teens and senior citizens how to do the Tango?" She glanced at me with worry in her eyes.
She was a person who loved adventure and was full of life, teaching old folks how to Tango was not a part of her plans.
Alice got up and grabbed a tub of ice cream, three spoons and placed it on the table. "Bella?" She asked, sounded a little defeated at we tucked into the pint of Rocky Road.
I felt terrible, I knew she had always wanted her real life Dirty Dancing. I swallowed my ice cream and looked from her to Rose.
"I agree with Rosalie, Alice. It would be different if we knew for sure that we would be happy in Utah and if we weren't going into this blindly."
"Yes, but if we don't give it a try, we may never know! Did I not mention our own cabin and the chance to actually teach our own classes? We'd have a studio and work when we want and still have a steady income from the hotel. Even the staff's cabins are meant to be beautiful. There's so much space they have a part of the land just for the staff that live on the grounds and because of our relationship with Joey we get the best of the best!" She screeched, waving her arms like a maniac before slumping back into her chair.
"Look..." I began. "If you both want to go, I will too. I may not have the best feeling about it, but I trust you. If you really want to go and say it will be fun, then it will be."
Alice lit up before remembering that this was all for one and we both turned to Rosalie.
She shrugged her shoulders as she licked the ice cream from her spoon. "I go where you two go. If it happens to be in some shitty little shack in the middle of Utah, where we'll most likely be slaughtered in the middle of the night, so be it." She grinned.
Alice's scream of joy made us both jolt, before she squeezed the life out of us and then skipped off and to open a bottle of wine and pour it into three tall wine glasses.
"So, we're going?" She confirmed.
"Yes, we're going," Rosalie and I answered at the same time.
Her smile could have lit up Las Vegas. "You won't regret this. I can't wait to pack! It's going to be so good. I have to call Joey and let him know when we'll be coming so that he can get our cabin set up. I wonder what our neighbors will be like. Oh! We have to quit our jobs and have our things shipped to Utah... We totally have to drive there and have a road trip!" Alice continued to ramble on as we dug into the ice cream, rolling our eyes at her.
Alice motioned for us to raise our half empty glasses.
"To our new life, and our new adventure in Utah." She smirked. "I just hope that the Jenkins Hotel is ready for us."
"To Utah?" Rosalie smiled like she couldn't believe the words were actually coming from her mouth.
"To Utah." Alice and I answered as we clinked glasses.
I don't know what it will have in store, but I knew that even if it were terrible, somehow we'd make it work. As long as I have these two girls with me, everything would turn out just fine.
Over the next month Rosalie, Alice and I were extremely busy. We had to pack our things, and have them organised to be shipped to Utah. Figure out what we were going to do with the things that we weren't taking, and fix up the apartment from all the D.I.Y jobs we failed at.
My best day was getting to quit my job. I decided that if Jenkins was a bust, I wouldn't regret it, just because of the look on his face as I handed him my resignation. Both Alice and Rosalie were pleased to be leaving, too. Though they both liked their jobs better than me, they weren't dancing and without that any job would seem meaningless.
It was the night before we left New York and we were all sitting on the floor of our now empty apartment, in the living room, on three inflatable mattresses. We refused to sleep in a sleeping bag. I happen to like being able to move my body without groaning and the hard wood floor would definitely go against our plans to be able to stand erect. We were sitting there talking about tomorrow. We were excited and nervous at the same time.
"Can you believe it? Tomorrow, we will be living in the desert!" Rosalie stated, shocked. She was a city girl. We all were.
"Hey, as long as there is indoor plumbing, and a cabin, I'm fine." I told them. I didn't do nature.
"I agree. I don't do nature." Alice spoke my thoughts. Rosalie and I nodded our heads in agreement. We screamed if we saw a spider and flirted with the guy next door to come over and get it.
"So, I was looking it up, it still seems a little too good to be true. There's a golf course on the property, a lake, you can go swimming in the pools they have and the gardens." Rosalie listed off.
"Of course, it is! You know Joey; he doesn't do anything halfway. Did you think his hotel would be like some crappy motel in the middle of nowhere? No. He likes to think of it as an oasis. He makes sure it's perfect. Having just dead land around you, and nothing to do, wouldn't be perfect!" Alice rambled on.
"Okay, Alice. We get it. It's perfect."
"I just hope there's a Johnny Castle waiting for me." She sighed wistfully as her eyes glazed over with the image in her head.
"Yeah," Rosalie and I wouldn't be any other dancers there, apart from us. Joey said he wanted to see if it was successful first before he hired anymore people.
"Oh, and I can't wait to go to that bar, New Moon. I spoke to some people who went to the Jenkins and said it was good. They suggested we make it our regular hang out. Apparently, it has great music and the bartenders can make any drink and you can dance or just hang out." Of course Rosalie would make sure she got us a good hang out.
"Good!" Alice said clapping her hands. "Now, come on. We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep. There is no way that I am meeting my Johnny with bags under my eyes." Alice shuddered at the thought.
"Alice, it's not like we'll be able to go on a man hunt, we'll have to unpack and get settled in." I was always the level headed one. Well, more than the girls, anyway. Besides, I wanted everything done and out of the way.
"What if he walks by us and I'm looking awful? That could be the reason I don't get my happily ever after, Bella." She was dead serious and that worried me.
"Okay, Alice. Fine, goodnight." I kissed them both on the cheek and lay down as Alice and Rosalie kissed on the cheek and Alice turned off the lamp next to her. Moonlight filled the apartment and I stared out of the window, listening to the noisy city.
"Guys?" Alice whispered.
"Yeah?" We responded in the same hushed tone.
"Thanks for doing this. For trusting me enough to pack up your lives and take this chance with me." We could hear the gratitude and love in her voice, as she thanked us.
"You're welcome, Alice." We responded, said our goodnights and drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next morning, we were all rushing about and complaining about how uncomfortable our sleep was. We finally convinced Alice to go with just jeans and a T-shirt. Of course, she made sure she had the causal look down. She looked like she was a model for a summer issue of a teen magazine.
"Has our stuff arrived?" Rose asked Alice, as we were leaving the apartment.
"Yes. They called me an hour ago and said everything arrived. Someone let them into the cabin. All we have to do is unpack." Alice said with a smile.
"I wonder if we can flirt with some guys and get them to move the heavy things." Rosalie mumbled; she didn't believe in heavy lifting.
I laughed. "Just put on your red dress and I'm sure they would be more than willing." She just gave me a shove, but I could see in her eyes, that she was considering it.
We all looked back at our building. "I guess this is really the end." I said.
"Yeah." They both said.
We were kind of sad to say goodbye to the place where we called home and had so many great memories. Boyfriends, break-ups, birthdays, and girl's nights. All our happiest and some of our crappiest memories were tied to this place. We climbed into our new car, I don't drive, but we all put a third to the Mini Cooper. Alice loved it and said it was 'totally hot'. We never had a need for a car in the city. It only took longer with all the traffic.
I climbed into the back and looked out the window. I can still remember when we moved here after college, we were so excited. Everyone had warned us that it may not work out and we believed them at first. It was hard adjusting to the city, the noise, the people, but we did it. Maybe it will be the same this time.
Rosalie turned to look back at me from the driver's seat. "What is it honey? You look like you're a thousand miles away." She smiled at me warmly.
The one thing about Rose is that while she may be hard on the outside, she was one of the most loving people I knew. And she was incredibly loyal.
"I was just thinking about when we first moved here." I said softly. Alice and Rosalie both smiled at their memories of that time. "Do you think it'll be the same in Utah?" I asked them.
"Of course! We all know it's not going to be perfect at first, but we'll make it work." Rosalie said reassuringly.
"I know. We're together." Alice agreed. "Now let's get this show on the road!" Alice said as she pumped her tiny hand in the air, hitting the roof of the car. "Ouch!" She squealed as she cradled her hand and started swearing. Rosalie and I being the loving and concerned friends we are, burst out laughing. "My loving sisters, ladies and gentlemen." She scowled. We just continued to laugh. "Just drive the car." She said and put on the radio.
Rosalie calmed herself down and started the car. I Touch Myself by The Divinyls came on and Rose's hand shot to the volume and turned it up full blast. We all sang along.
"I love myself, I want you to love me.
When I feel down, I want you above me.
I search myself, I want you to find me.
I forget myself, I want you to remind me.
I don't want anybody else,
When I think about you, I touch myself.
As we zoomed down the highway, the car was filled with our laughter
A/N Well, there you have it! I will be posting soon and I hoped you all enjoyed it.