Summary: Bella is a famous movie star, struggling to find love. Edward is an aspiring dancer, and has a great relationship. When they are both called to do the famous show, Dancing With The Stars, will sparks fly or will their dance be over? All human.

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Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer is the rightful owner of her characters of the phenomenon Twilight; I simply create a new atmosphere using unique ideas from her imagination. No copyright is needed.

I Hope You Dance

EPOV

"She really is sweet, you should meet her, very... down-to-earth kind of girl... literally." Mumbling the 'literally' part, Tanya didn't look too enthused about my new celebrity dancing partner. She was jealous, a small turn on for me.

"Oh, well, um, thats, nice?" She flipped through her magazine, just stuff about what star wore what wear, who is dating who, and all that other 'I don't want to know' useless information about other people's life. It didn't interest me, and I had full intention to put my earbuds back in my ear -since Tanya obviously did not care what I had to say- until she flipped to the next page.

The page was white with Mike standing looking out a picture-less window, his hands were in his pockets and his eyes were off in another direction. On the bottom was a sentimental line "Mike's heartbreak," and on the adjacent page was two-columned writing about his interview and how he felt.

"Poor guy..." Tanya almost whispered.

"Yeah." I half-agreed. I somehow didn't really understand -or believe- that Bella would cheat on him. Even though I had just met her a week ago, and was gonna see her today to start dancing, I just couldn't believe she would do that. She seemed genuine, someone different than you would expect from the sorta scene she is from.

"Look at this!" Tanya pointed down, demanding my attention. "Here he said that she cheated on him when he was in the room next to her, when they were first dating she wanted to be polite and get separate bedrooms, but being the good boyfriend he was, he got a key and was gonna surprise her with a bottle of wine and some 'sexy time.' He walked in to see her with another man, he left and she promised it would never happen again. He was heartbroken but so much in love with her and agreed and they continued dating even though he knew very well she was still cheating on him. AWHHH!!" Tanya wined, "How sad! What a bitch!"

"Thats not very nice..." Again, being quiet, I didn't want to upset her, but even if I had agreed I had a feeling she was just looking for a fight.

"Um, well she is!"

"When I met her-"

"We all know you met her! God, let it go!" Tanya hissed and looked back at her magazine. "I swear if you ever cheated on me-" She looked away, mortified, tears were forming, "I-I-"

I kissed her. "Stop. Really, you know me. Don't second guess it." I smiled, kissed her small petite nose, and rubbed her leg. She sighed with pleasure.

"Not now." She said in more of 'get away from me' type voice instead of 'not now, but later.'

"Did I-"

"No, Edward, you never do anything. You are perfect."

"Love-"

"God, stop love-ing me! I am sick of you trying to be this perfect boyfriend and doing all the right things, when I am just this crummy girlfriend with all these hormones, GOD, why am I such a screw up!" Tears, heavy Tears.

"Shh..." I comforted her, she pushed me away, and got up and walked down the isle. "Tanya the fasten seat belt sign is still on! You have to sit down!"

She ignored me. Kept walking. Went into the first available bathroom. Closed it tight.

"Dammit." I breathed. The air seemed to become thin, with my asthma I usually would get light headed on airplanes, something I try to avoided. But with the dancing starting tonight, we couldn't really make it in time if we drove or took a train.

I looked through Tanya's bag where she kept my inhaler, thats when I saw something I don't believe I was meant to see.

"What are you doing?" She asked as she came to sit back down.

"I was looking for my inhaler, do you know where it is?" She looked through her bag again, only opening the first pocket and pulled it out.

"Here." She mumbled.

I took a couple deep breaths, handed it back to her, and sighed in relief.

"Thanks." I kissed her cheek.

"Edward..." She started, looking at me, asking for approval to finish her statement.

"Yes love?"

"Are you mad?"

"And why would I be?"

She looked through her bag again, pulled out what I had first seen and asked again. "Are you mad?"

"Do I need to be?"

"No... well, if I was you, I would be bad at me."

"Good thing I am not you." She smiled.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why... why are you so nice to me?"

"Do you not want me to be?"

"Are you doing this just to annoy me?"

"Doing what, love?" I smiled again, she smiled back.

"That."

"I don't think I understand what you mean...?"

"Edward, are you mad that I have a pregnancy test?"

"No."

"Can you at least answer." She seemed annoyed, it made me smile, which didn't help matters.

"I did answer, didn't I?" I was holding in a laugh.

"Edward..."

"Tanya?"

She rolled her eyes, pursed her lip. "I think I could possibly be pregnant."

"Okay."

"That's it?"

"What else do you want me to say?"

"I don't want you to say something, I want you to want to say something!"

"And I did!"

"No you didn't!"

"You are confusing, you know that?"

"I am not the one who just found out that their girlfriend is pregnant and just says 'okay'!"

"Tanya, we are not married."

"SO!?" She began to get a little frustrated, people stirred as they heard our argument began to take shape.

"So that's not necessarily the best news right now, maybe if we were married I would be happy."

"So you are not happy?"

"I didn't say that, of course! I love you, and I know you really want a child, I really want a child too! And I know how hard its been for you to get pregnant, I know, really, I do."

"So you are happy I am pregnant?"

"I would be happier if we were married."

"But we have been trying, for almost a year now."

"I know, and the first couple times were fine, I thought then that we would get married in a few months so it would be great to bring a child in. But when you couldn't get pregnant and the doctor said that you have only half as many eggs as you are suppose to, and over half of those are infertile, well I just thought... I guess I thought we would get married and then try some type of drug to get pregnant. It was just fun."

"Fun?"

"Yeah, fun."

"I don't want to get married..."

"Why though?"

"Edward, I have told you, many of times. I don't want to end up like my parents, everything is just less complicated when you are not married."

"You are not your parents."

"Actually, well technically, I am."

"Genetically, yes, but mentally, no."

"Edward can you just accept that fact that maybe I don't wanna get married?"

"No. Especially not now, not in your condition."

"What condition!?"

"Your pregnant!" I didn't realize how loud we had gotten, people turned toward us, and the lady that was sleeping next to me woke up.

"Pardon me you two, but I couldn't help but overheard your conversation." A nice, elderly woman spoke, "See, my name is Pauline and this is my husband," She pointed at a man that looked as if he was dead in sleep, at least 10 years her senior, "Charles, we have been married since I was 18, so... let me see," She looked up, than to the right, and back to us, "Oh yes, almost 48 years, next month on valentines day." She smiled, "Again, sorry I interrupted, but, oh you are just darling my dear, you remind me of one of my grand children, she is only 17 though... didn't stop her from getting pregnant..." She looked away, disappointed ran across her face, "You are so young, the both of you. Just listen to an old woman like me. Don't second guess love, because love is the most honest thing, so why not get married! There is absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Getting married to Charles was the best decision I ever made! I was a virgin too, all the better." She winked, I smiled and Tanya looked back at me and glared. I could tell she wasn't too fond of this woman intruding on our business.

"Thanks ma'am, but I'm afraid you don't know our curtain situation here. It's not like it was back in the 30s." She smiled bitterly. She had a way of making people feel uncomfortable. But Pauline on the other hand wasn't insulted in the least.

"30s dear! Oh my, how old do you think I am? My mother was from the 30s, not me darling." Smiled again. She seemed lovely, full of stories, probably made some pretty good cookies...

"Oh I didn't realize, silly me." Tanya looked away, and took out her iPod, put the earbuds in, and looked back at her magazine. Signaling whatever conversation they were having wasn't welcomed, and over.

"Kids and technology these days, can't have a face-to-face conversation anymore! All about fast and instant. I personally don't understand!" I laughed. "What's your name sunny?" She asked sweetly.

"Edward Cullen, pleasure." I held out my hand, she shook it with some force. She was a bigger woman, maybe 30 pounds over weight, but pretty in her own way, with little to no wrinkles and a contagious smile.

"I like old-fashion names, my father's name was Edward. Hard working man, you must be too?" It wasn't meant to be a question, but she somehow made it one.

"I am a dancer, but yes, I grew up with strict parents. I hunted a lot, mostly for food to feed my sisters and brothers. Bigger family as well, but my father was a doctor so the money wasn't all bad, just a small town, so not too much business. Still, I grew up on the idea that to be successful it takes a lot of hard work." I felt a little cocky saying that, but it was true, and I didn't really explain it to a lot of people. Now a days most people from my generation grew up in big cities with nice things. I was definitely used to the woods and small town setting.

"You seem like a good guy, Edward. Pretty lady you got too. Must be proud."

"I am." It wasn't a lie, but it felt like one.

I didn't want to stop talking to her, she seemed really experienced and well brought up, someone who had advice to pass on. But instead she looked away, deep in thought.

I questioned what she thought of me for a few moments. Until I noticed that we were getting closer to ground.

I looked out the window to see my new home for the next 6 weeks.

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BPOV

"Hey, look its me again, yeah me and as in Bella, Bella as in your ex-best friend. Well, I am... sorry, about the other day, I know I can be a real bitch sometimes, but you just didn't get that I needed you, I mean yeah I understand you have stuff going on, doesn't everyone? And usually best friends help each other through these hard times like Mike breaking up with me and saying I cheated on him for example, and when the first cute guy that walks into my life has some interest in me, you have to hate him! Are you jealous of m-" beeeppp great. So that was the end of that, only the 20th messages and Jeannie only got half of what I wanted to say.

"That didn't sound as if it worked out well..." Mallory mostly said to herself, she was like a shy puppy, she would never really stand up for herself.

"Yeah, well, wait till Jeannie needs me, then you will see twice as many messages, I am done apologizing I can just get another friend to help me!" I looked out the window to see the L.A. Freeway passing by, it was around five o'clock and the traffic began to pick up.

"Would you like me to call another friend to meet you there?" Mallory asked with my new blackberry in her hand... new because my other blackberry had a fall, down a 7 story building...

I was about to answer yes, one to make Jeannie jealous, and two, I was a bit lonely without someone supporting me. Then it hit me, who else do I have to call? I mean I have my mom but we are not really on speaking terms, then I have Lizzy from the show, but she is in Paris and has other closer friends beside me.

After being in the business for most my life I didn't have normal friends like a lot of the people in Hollywood do before they became famous. I have always known this life, and for me not to have a friend for it, well, it just seems like a different, stranger life.

I looked at Mallory, shook my head and just continued to look out the window.

"Do you know if Edward had arrived yet?" I asked Mallory after a couple of moment of silence.

"He landed an hour ago, he sent you a message."

WHAT THE FUCK MALLORY THANKS FOR TELLING ME! "Let me see." I grabbed the phone, and quickly went through the inbox.

Hello bella, we just landed and are on our way to the studio, let me know when you are on your way :)

I loved how he didn't abbreviate anything... it was so different...

"Him and his girlfriend-" Mallory started.

"Girlfriend?" I tried to say it as calmly as possible, of course someone that gorgeous wasn't single.

"Yes, her name is Tanya. She is a dancer as well, she is going to be here most of the time, but they run a dance studio back in Washington so she will have to manege that." Nothing I really listen to after she said her name. Tanya.

"Oh, well, just girlfriend, nothing serious?"

"Oh they are quite serious! Been together since they were in the 10th grade!" That is NOT what I wanted to hear!

"Well why are they not married?"

"She doesn't want to marry."

"How do you know all these?" I questioned Mallory, she looked almost embarrassed her face began to turn a light shade of red and she looked back and forth across the cab.

"Uh, Facebook..."

"Mallory! You little cyber stocker!"

"I had to know who you were working with! Not all of them are as good as he-they look... just him..." She mumbled the last part, I knew she had a tiny crush on him, I mean everyone in the office did, but if she was already engaged I think she would have 'tried' her flirting. I have seen it once, a while back when the show was in it's 3rd season, she saw this nice guy at a bar and nervously asked for a sex on the beach, he laughed and just made her walk away. I ended up hooking up with that guy later that night... Something she still doesn't know about...

"Is this it?" I asked as I saw the studio, it wasn't huge, but I could see where it would be big enough to run the show.

"Yes, you will be practicing on the upper three levels."

When we got up the upper levels to meet Edward, his little trampy girlfriend was with him. Lovely.

"Nice to see you again, Edward." I smile, trying to be as pretty as possible.

"Bella, this is Tanya, she, uh, she is my long-time girlfriend." He smile at her and she glared, not liking the name.

"Pleasure." She shook my hand and looked away.

They were my Barbie and Ken dolls in real life. Bleach blonde, except it looks natural, like a young girls white hair, long, perfectly curled, and her eyes. They were piercing blue, she had perfect features and her legs were very long. She wasn't as tan as I was -even though I was not tan at all, white in fact- but she was even whiter. She wore a short skirt with a ruffled top, it was peach and she had a turquoise sweater with a white flower on it.

If I had cared at all about what I wore, I would say my stylist would be very impressed with her outfit. I on the other hand came in old sweats that had an unknown stain and a sweater that looked more of a hammy-down than something that could be in parda.

"You are absolutely stunning." I didn't expect myself to say that, but she was.

She blushed a little, but no hint of a smile. A plan and monotone 'thanks.'

"Well Tanya, Bella and I have a lot of practicing to get done, so here is the key to the hotel and I will meet you back later." He kissed her and she left. Her high heals clunking away...

"So shall we get started he asked politely." He took my hand and lead me toward a room with must have been a million mirrors. I couldn't remember being in one of these since I was five, an age before I had become famous.

"I have to warn you, I am not much of a dancer."

"Neither am I." He mused, smiled and twirled me.

"Whoa." I got dizzy.

"You alright?"

"Let's just hold back on the spinning for a bit." He smiled again, such a pleasant and wonderful grin...

"Still a little dizzy from your fall?" He asked sweetly.

"No, just... -"I let out a small giggle-"starstruck."

"I thought I was the one who was suppose to be starstruck, I mean here I am, meeting the beautiful Bella Swan." He called me beautiful...

"Ha-yes, well, I just find dancer, well, uh, dancers are just so talented, it marvels me." He had me do this two step rhythm to get us warmed up, it was easy, until we started going faster.

"See, you will be a dancer in no time."

"What is our first dance?"

"I thought I would let you decide."

"Hmm, well I am not quite sure what the rules are for this show."

He smiled again. "You need to dance."

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A/N: So I don't even really wanna count how long it's been since I last updated... haha, but there was this whole other part that I ended up cutting out, stuff about Bella and another friend introduction.

And I think I will be updating more often, since I got a computer and had more time do this. Yeah, so thanks for sticking with this story even after not updating in forever! Haha

Please excuse the errors, It's hard with a baby in the house! so please review, I am thinking... 50? And I already wrote the next chapter! Haha.

- I wuv Amelia Neila