Hey all. I can't seem to get my beta to answer me, and I feel like I did something wrong, but any who, I'm going to write without a beta. If you want to be my beta please PM or review. This is a new Story, Sparkles and Leotards. Hope you all love! Oh and BTW, my stories will not be as well written because Malmo722 would always have advice and help. Now I'm on my own. So I think it'll suck.

Summary: Sparkles and Leotards
Bella. Alice, and Rosalie are top gymnasts and the gym they're at doesn't allow them to date. What happens when Edward, Jasper, and Emmett,the youngest trainers (and by far, the cutest) come to train them?

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I also never took gymnastics. This is all thanks to wikipedia.

Alice POV

"Rose come on," I whined to her, "It's not like I broke my ankle on the floor routine. I just fell."

She turned to me. "Yes, but if you had fallen at regionals, you might not have placed." She said as she did a back handspring.

"We all fall Rose." Bella said, taking a sip from her water bottle.

Rose was starting to get irritated. "I know everyone falls. My point is if any of us," she gestured towards us three, "fell, we might not place."

I sighed. Rose was always so serious about gymnastics. Not that any of us weren't. Bella, Rosalie and I were probably the most serious people in the gym. We were best friends since ever and always judged each others routines. Maybe Rose's Back Tuck was a bit sloppy, we tell her. Bella's front handspring on the beam almost made her fall, we tell her. We spent almost all our lives at the gym, training. All out parents wanted us to train... and train non-stop. Every second we could be here we were.

Don't get me wrong, we all love it here, but it can get... over-whelming for a girl. For anyone really. No time for a relationship (even if we were allowed to have one), or make-up (except in competition, when make-up and leotards' were part of judging). Sometimes you just want a break, you know?

"We could all run through our routines?" I suggested. "Tips always help."

Rosalie nodded.

"Bells? You want to go first?" I asked.

She nodded, taking one last sip from her water bottle. "Bars, floor, or beam?" I asked.

"Bars."

She started putting chalk on her hands, and once her hands were layered with chalk she got up to the bars.

Her routine (well, all our routines) consisted of complicated turns and jumps. Hers included turns, jumps, and trying not to fracture your skull.

She started with a kip, a giant, a cast handstand, hip pull-over, malonay, a roundy, straddle back, hindorf, and ending with a tuck.

I smiled. "Perfect. Just a little shaky on the ending there Bells. We don't want you to break your ankles, but try not to bend so much when you land." I suggested.

She nodded. "Don't bend so much, and stay strong. Got it."

"Beam or Floor?" I asked Rose.

"Beam." She walked over to it.

Bella and I backed up to watch.

Rosalie got up there without problem, and started the routine.

Front walk-over, cartwheel, back hand-spring, Tuck, walking handstand, double-back, front hand-spring, round-off, jump, pike, leap, and side-aerial.

We clapped.

"You almost fell when you did you back hand-spring. But other then that good. Right Bells?"

She nodded. "And the round-off was shaky."

"Shaky round-off, back hand-spring. Got it." She looked at me. "Ready for the floor routine?"

I nodded. We walked over to the floor and I started counting in my head, waiting for the right place to start. I ran and did my cart-wheel, but didn't get farther than that when Coach Karen called for the 16 year-olds to huddle up.

We all ran over and became quiet to let her speak.

"All right ladies, nice work. I've been watching you all,-by the way, Rosalie, nice tuck- and you all seem to be doing great." She smiled at us. "We have a couple of months until regionals," the small crowd let out a cheer. "And we want all of you to have a personal trainer."

Excited whispers ran through the crowd, and Coach Karen had to whistle to get our attention.

"Now the trainers are here," she gestured towards the back where multiple guys and girls were lined up staring at us. Waiting to be assigned. "And when I call your name, you will raise your hand and your trainer will come to you." She started listing off names and one by one the crowd started to disappear, going to talk to their trainers about what routines they should work on first and just generally getting to know them.

"Isabella, Edward." She called. She didn't want to call kids by nicknames. It was your name or it. Whichever you prefer. Not exactly a hard decision to make. "Rosalie, Emmett. Mary, Jasper." I raised my hand when she called Mary. Jasper, she assumed started walking over towards her.

"Hello Mary." he said, letting in a bit of his southern drawl.

"It's Alice, actually." I said.

He raised a perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow. "Then why did she call you Mary?" he questioned.

"That's my first name," I explained, "Mary Alice Brandon is my full name. I prefer Alice."

"Well, Alice, I'm Jasper Whitlock. And I'm your trainer. Pleasure it is." he said bowing slightly. I giggled. "What do you want to work on first?"

"I think my floor routine. I was just about to show Rosalie and Bella," I nodded towards them, "but then we had to get trainers."

He smiled a gorgeous smile. "Well, why don't you show me and we'll work from there."

I nodded and led him to the floor area.

I started like before, counting to make sure I did what I needed to on the right parts. I did and finished my routine starting with my cart-wheel and ending with a back hand-spring.

He clapped. "Wonderful. You don't need to bend down so much when you stick it though."

I nodded. "No bending to far. Perfect."

Coach Karen blew her whistle. "All right. That's enough for today. Come back tomorrow ready to practice. Let's just go over the rules. No dating anyone, always stretch, keep hydrated, practice, do your best, work hard, no junk food, get plenty of rest and have fun!" she paused. "Alright, dismissed."

After that I was caught in the rush of girls trying to get to their bags. I quickly found mine and pulled on my short shorts and a Radiohead tee shirt over me leotard.

"Bella, tell Rose I went to get my water bottle, K?"

"Okay Alice." she said as I ran out to get my bottle. I did a few of my flips on the way to get it.

"Always going to practice?" I heard someone say, when I grabbed my water. It was Jasper.

I shrugged. "You don't go to nationals without practice."

"You're training for regionals."

I smiled. "But I intend to go to and farther than nationals."

"Pretty big goal for such a small person." he gave me a playful smirk.

"Just 'cause i'm small, doesn't make it any less likely I'll win. I can and will win." I told him. My smile turning to a frown.

"We'll see." He walked away.

"Alice! Come On! Rosalie wants to go!" I heard an ouch! "And so do I! I need ice!" I ran to them and grabbed my bag from there hold.

"I'm starved. Who else wants food?"

They both nodded.

"Sweet Tomatoes?" I asked, thinking about our favorite place to eat.

They nodded and we were on our way.