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

BPOV

"Bella, I don't think this is working out." Mike spoke the most terrifying words that any couple would be afraid to hear. It was the 'breaking up' sort of speech where he would now go into that it was him and not me, but I don't think Mike was even that smart. "I just feel that you are not ever around anymore, I miss 'us.'" That was a bit sappy, but the way his face looked, the face of someone who felt as if they had better things to do. I watched as he had the salt and peppershakers dance around together and I even heard him muttered little voices, as if the salt and pepper were actually talking to each other.

"I miss 'us' too." I agreed, keeping my eyes on his little skit he was performing with the spices. He didn't look up for a while, I figured that he was either too busy with his salt and pepper shakers, or he was thinking really hard on what to say next, trying-maybe- not to hurt my feelings. I' guessing the first one.

"Yea that is all very nice, but I really must be going." He glanced at his million-dollar watch and then glanced back up at me. "I am sorry this didn't work out. I was beginning to like the nickname, Bellike." He pouted to himself and then place the condiments back to their original potions with a parting good-bye. He kissed my forehead and then turned his head and lifted out of the booth, and leaving me to pay the bill, what a gentlemen. He motioned for his bodyguards as he walked out of the restaurant and smiled for the pauperize.

"What about my stuff?" I called out to him as I rose from my both, he just shooed me away with his hand. I Knew I would have to call him later, and that was not going to be as nice of a set-up as he had at the restaurant.

I sunk back into my seat and asked the waiter to hand me the check. I noticed then that most the people in the restaurant were now staring at me, it was that or the salt and peppershakers, maybe thinking that they will get a sale on Ebay saying that 'Mike Newton' touched them. There goes a wasted 80 dollars.

"Here you are Mrs. Swan." The young teenager said and giggled a little as she skipped back to her other co-workers. Maybe they could sell my signature on Ebay too.

I paid the bill and quickly left the scene, knowing in just a few short hours, this whole event would be in the tabloids. Bellike no more! And Our power couple, Our power split! Also, my favorite She is asking for her stuff back! Of course they are going to want one of us to come in and dish about each other. Knowing Mike he would rat me out in a second.

I was used to being in the spotlight, though, from the time that I was 13 and Renee dragged me into an audition for the Mickey Mouse club. My career as an actress spun off from there, I was asked to be on many different TV shows that my mother began to feel a bit overwhelmed. I eventually chose a soap opera, called Boyfriends and Girlfriends. I was about fifteen at the time and feeling a bit amateur at the whole acting thing, that when I saw myself on TV one night I began to have a heart attack.

Ten years and two hundred episodes later, here I am lonesome, single and humiliated. At least I wasn't quite as bad as Brittany Spears, but I did end up getting the image as 'Good Girl.' Which, when you come down to it, wasn't terribly awful.

As I walked down through downtown LA I noticed people beginning to stare, I had gotten used to the little giggles and the smiles, and every now and then people asking for my autograph. But the staring was something else, it was the kind of stare you would give your child after he had broke your favorite vase, or when a dog pooped in the house. It was more along the lines of that kind of stare.

My townhouse was just a couple of blocks away, maybe I could ignore it until then…I tried to tell myself as one little girl stuck her tongue out at me. I never wanted to have children and this little inconvenient situation made me want them even less now. Children, by some people, are considered 'god's gift' I never really understood that, and I couldn't really understand why someone would want such a disturbing creature. My mother, of course, tired many times to change my mind and have me settle down, she even told me that Mike was the one. I believe that too, for a while, but I thought the same way about Jordan, Chris, Nick, Hank, John, Peter, George, Mark, Dan… well you get the point, I was in love, well technically not in love, in love but the kind of love that when a guy said he loved you, you automatically love him back. Almost like being in love with him saying he is in love with me.

I guess never really realized how bad I truly am at relationships. I never had a relationship that lead me to the alter or even to the bedroom, Mike was an exception to the rule, I really thought I loved him. My heart had been broken so many times then I wasn't sure if I could really love someone, if I could feel when it is love, when I knew from when the time that I walked into the room and laid eyes on my dream man that he was the one. I wasn't sure now that I would ever find him, that in what my mother had mention him as 'Mr. Right.'

Of course she thought Charlie was Mr. Right too, but that was until she met Phil. That year and the many years to come when my parents decided to get a divorce it was an argument back and froth about who was with whom. It took a toll on me as well as it did with my soap opera.

I neared my-truly belonged to Mike, but I still called it mine- and took the key from my purse. I knew he would be back before I was done packing up my stuff, which would just lead to a fight, but needed somewhere to stay. I open the door and followed the marble flooring to the master bedroom. The house was far too big for a couple, never the less one person. It had over six bedrooms and too many bathrooms that I lost track. It was more suitable for something I never will think (nor hope will) have, a family.

I sighed as I threw my clothes into my brown leather suitcase. The clothes hit with a hard smash, and rattled the silent house. I didn't take too long to fill my six suitcases up and I still had all my CDs to put into a bag. I actually a bit surprised at the time and noticing that Mike still had not come home. Was he expecting me to come here? Maybe he was avoiding me. Never the less I still back my stuff as I began to break down and cry when I saw what I had just picked up.

It was a picture of Mike and I.

I normally was not sentimentally to anything, not even a blanket that I might have had my whole life, but when I saw the picture and what it was about it made me realize that I had been totally oblivious to Mike's true intentions. He never thought of marriage or a committed relationship and from this picture, all along he was focusing on his life as a actor, which he will forever be. An actor. It was almost a true reason that he was not in love with me, but in love with the idea. As much as I had been in love with the name, Bellike. It was just a scene, a play or an act, like my love had meant nothing to his life but of a prop to build on his own. He never truly was in with the idea of us being really in love with each other, he was for the attention, the tabloids and the news. He wanted to take m out in public, to show that maybe relationship wasn't a scam, which it truly was.

I felt cheated by my own life, and taken the little dignity I had. He pretty much took it all, and left me to pick up the pieces, like when he left me to get the check. My heart felt it had been tripped and torn and thrown away like and old doll or toy, long and forgotten. I knew now that he would be in some interview saying actually nice things about me, instead of mean ones. He would act as if he missed me and couldn't live another day without me and in my life. And using innocents as his weapon, I would be looked at as the bad guy. How she broke his heart, Mike's tearful interview, why she left him in pieces. I knew his game plan now, and I was going to be the one to apologize, like always. I felt used. Mike was a good actor, and he was in the right profession, because hey he fooled me! Maybe he should be a magician.

I slammed the picture against the wall and watched in break into a million pieces. In some memorably way, the class pieces almost matched my heart and the breakage Mike had done to it. Because, what my mother had told me, if you cry after you break up with someone, then you were in love. Or in my case, forced a perjury of my heart on sale for any good actors to come and buy it.

I stood there motionless as I thought on how to tell Mike I found out, or if I should just go off running and tell him to stay the hell away from me. I was motioned to do the first one, but something held me back, and I ended doing option two, knowing if I kept my distance then something else will catch the tabloids attention. Like Miley Cyrus getting pregnant, or Brad and Angelina adopting Russian triplets. These things will pass, like the Jamie Lynn Spears thing, and Heath Ledger, Hollywood has the most drama that people will find something to talk about.

I picked up my suitcases and placed them all in my Audi. The sliver color seemed to glitter as I opened the garage door and saw that it was dark now outside and that the moon seemed to glow right down on my little car. I drove off and looked for any place where I could spent the night. I settled on the Hilton down the street, even though I didn't have a reservation, it was obvious that I would get a room. I just had to walk in and show my ID, and there you have a room. It was really was incredibly what you would do if you were rich and famous.

I had the bellboy talk my bags up to whatever available and room and I noticed some of the employees start to run around the inside, making the lobby perfect for someone who was born in a small town on the Washington peninsula.

I stares were going on again; the look people had given me when I was walking home form the restaurant. At least there weren't any kids to stick their tongue out at me. I saw that two men were busy organizing the magazines. Were they really organizing them, or replacing them? I ran over to the stack of freshly printed articles from a popular magazine called PEOPLE. I picked it up and all I needed to do was look at the cover to realize what was really being said about the break-up situation Mike and I had, less than three hours ago. The cover said it all, "Her real intentions for our fake relationship", what Bella Swan was really hiding.

I shocked and mortified all at the same time, I was being blamed for 'our' fake relationship. This was beginning to turn into another one of those 'He said, she said' kind of public break-ups.

I dug though the rest of the pile of magazines and noticed another one called OK, it had a different thing on it then the PEOPLE magazine had. She is leaving him, "I want my stuff back." This one was more keyed to on my aspect on the break-up and what really went on. I have known for a couple of years now that PEOPLE an OK were in competition with each other, and if one magazine took one side, they would take the other. It always made for interesting view points, which were sometimes ridicules to read if you really knew what was going on.

I heard gasps as people began to realize who was standing the lobby with them. I heard a few camera flashes as I held up the PEOPLE magazine and some people even whispering, "I told you it was true." Hadn't people learned by now not to believe what was written in the tabloids?

I grabbed both magazines now and I heard even more flashes happen as I brought them up to the cashier to ask for a room and the magazines. "A room for one?" The men asked as I looked at my phone, noticing a text from my agent.

"Yes." I answered and rolled my eyes as I heard more people gasp. "The magazines, too."

He smiled and drew out a key and a receipt for the purchase. "J-Just sign here Mrs. Swan." He stuttered as he gave me the pen, the poor guys hand was shaking.

"Thanks, Mr.-"

"It's Demon!" I practically screamed over-joyful that I wanted to know his name. "Please call me Demon."

"Ok, yes Demon. Uh, thanks." I smiled and staked to my suite. The gracefulness I entrance from my mother kicked in as I trip over my two left feet heading on to the steps. Another round of gasps went through the air as I lifted myself up and ten other people came over to see if they could help as well.

"Do you need ice?" One elderly lady asked. I was about to answer her went someone else barked.

"Did you break anything?"

"Are you hurt?"

"Do I need to call 911?"

"The police will come to find out who tried to trip you."

"She is bleeding!" One child cried and then fainted into her mother's arms, something I would do if there was blood, which there obliviously wasn't.

"Really I am fine." I plead, but people kept putting there input in.

"I hope she didn't get a concussion."

"How many figures am I holding up?" It was all so overwhelming, all the people, talking all at once, as if they were really to pounce on me any second.

"C'mon you guys, can't you see the lady is fine?" It was Demon who spoke over the people's voices and broke-up the attack on the weak. He gave me his hand to help me on to my feet. I decline his offer and got myself up on my own.

"Thanks." I mumbled as I changed my direction and decide to take the elevator instead. Even though I absolutely hate elevator music, it was a lot nicer then the sound I was hearing when all the people came to attack me, or was it help me?

I meant my bellboy in the room number I was assigned and paid him a rather large amount of cash, that even Donald Trump would feel privileged. I laid across my bed as I took at my cell phone and checked the text I had notice in the lobby.

Bell, plezz chk ur e-mail!!

I rolled my eyes and lifted myself off the overly comfortable bed and opened my laptop.

You got mail!

The sound was rather enjoying it made me laugh. It felt nice to be able to smile today and let my problems disappear as I delete all the fan mail. If I didn't respond by now, why do you keep writing to me? I opened the e-mail that came from my agent and noticed a big long colorful banner across the middle of the screen. There was a message from her, telling me all about the mystery e-mail.

I thought this would be a great boost in your career! I know you are busy with Mike right now, but think about it!

-Mallory

I scrolled to the top of the page and realized that the e-mail was sent to me last night, before the break-up happened. I read on.

Dancing with the Stars wants you Bella Swan. We would like for you to join us on a season where you get to dance with professional dancers and make live appears with your fans to give your career another boost! Consider joining!

We hope to hear from you soon!

The Director

I wouldn't see why someone would want me on a show where you had to have coordinate, which I lacked. I deleted the e-mail, not even thinking twice on wheatear I would do it or not. The chose was oblivious.

I noticed then that there was another e-mail from Mallory.

Sorry about the e-mail before, I just found out now! I am so so soooooo dearly sorry, Bella. Could this come at any worse time? I understand if you don't want to do the show, e-mail/text me back :)

-Mallory

She meant well, even though she made me sound selfish in the e-mail. I am glad that she at had come to her senses about having me do that show. What was she even thinking in the first place? I had already humiliated myself by getting broken up in public and caught buying a magazine about my ex-boyfriend, what next she wanting me to go on stage in front of a live audience and dance? Everyone around me must be going insane.

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