I started this fanfic YEARS ago (originally posted in 2009 and last updated in 2013) and then let it go by the wayside (obviously). Not because I didn't like the story or where it was going, but because life happened. A lot of ups and downs, but I never forgot this idea. So I'm REPOSTING it with a few edits and continuing the story!
I hope you like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
BPOV
"They want me to do what?!" I screeched.
I had been staring at my computer screen for a solid ten minutes in utter shock.
"You've become so popular with your books, they felt that you would be a good choice," Angela responded simply.
She had forwarded me the request via email and came into my office shortly after my initial shriek.
"But, haven't they seen me when I'm in public? I can't walk in a straight line without tripping over my own feet! How could they think that I would ever be a good choice for this?" I ranted in a flustered tizzy.
"Bella, come on! This is such a great opportunity for you and your books. Think of all the people who may never have heard of you who will now get the chance because of this. Besides, you really need to live a little."
Angela had her hands on her hips, giving me 'mother knows best' vibes.
"Hey, I live plenty, thank you very much," I said, defensively.
"Yeah, inside that head of yours. The only time I really see you come alive is when you are writing your stories and that's only because you are living them through your characters in their world. You need to come back to your world and really live."
I knew Angela was right. It's sad, but very true and she really saw right through me. She hit the nail a little too hard on the head for my taste, but she didn't have to know that.
I get so absorbed into writing that I really think those things are happening and that my real life was a fictitious one. I wish it were that way. In my head, even the plain girls, like myself, can get noticed by gods and find love. Too bad that it really did only happen in books.
"Besides," Angela continued. "Think of all the new people you'll get the chance to meet. It's such an interesting collaboration of personalities and professions."
"Oh yeah, like who?" Now, I was actually curious who else would do this. They were likely way more outgoing than me.
"Well, they didn't tell me names, because like you, they are still trying to get confirmations, but they did tell me that they have asked a couple of athletes as well as others in business, entertainment and fashion. Just think Bella. Where else will you get to meet such a wide range of people?!"
Her enthusiasm wasn't contagious.
"A place where we can all make fools of ourselves, that's where!" I retorted.
If I was being honest with myself, I knew Angela would break me down and make me do this. She was a good assistant. A great one, in fact. She made even the worst situations seem like wine and roses. That's one of the reasons why I loved working with her. That, and because we had been friends forever. We had met and gone to school together long before I made the bestseller list.
Right now, I wanted to be stubborn and tell her no, but I knew that look in her eyes. She knew she was winning, and she was. I was intrigued now, and even though I knew this could be more detrimental to my body or someone else's body more than my reputation and career, I had a feeling I wouldn't be able to say no to Angela.
"Please, Bella. I really think this will be good for you," Angela spoke sincerely, giving me big doe eyes and my heart gave in.
"Ugh, alright. You know I can't say no to you," I said with a smile, but deep down I was cringing.
"This is so wonderful! I think you're going to be great! And besides, you never know what can happen. You may even be able to use this experience for one of your future books!"
She walked away extremely pleased with herself, and I guess me as well for being able to put myself out on a limb to do this. I heard her begin to talk on her phone. Crap! I guess it really is happening.
I, Isabella Swan, will be one of the new contestants on Dancing with the Stars.
Oh, Lord, what have I gotten myself into?!
Again, this is a REPOST. I will be sure to label any NEW chapters, which isn't for like 25 chapters. For now, enjoy!
