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BPOV

"The fourth pair in the competition is Jessica and Jasper. The fifth pair is Isabella and Edward."

What?! I'm with Edward? The god standing directly in front of me is going to be my dance partner? Oh, someone must have it out for me. Not that I would wish myself on Jasper, poor guy, but I'm going to look like a complete imbecile next to Edward. He needs to be with Jessica. The two of them would at least look more comparable to each other, although Edward is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my life. Adonis would look plain next to him.

The next thing I noticed was Tom walking out the door and the others were starting to mingle. What did I miss?

I looked up to find Edward in the same spot where I had last seen him. He hadn't moved, but he was staring at me. He seemed to take a deep breath and began his descent into Hell. I felt so bad for him. He's stuck with little 'Miss Two Left Feet.' Well, I better make an effort.

I took one step towards him and immediately knew it was a bad idea. In true Bella fashion, I hit a rough patch of air and started my hard landing towards the floor. I closed my eyes and waited for the thud. It never came.

I was being gripped tightly around my waist and I was clutching something soft in my hands. I felt myself being lifted and then placed back on the ground, but the grip around me never loosened. Only then did I open my eyes.

"Are you ok?" the green-eyed god in front of me asked.

Answer him!

"I'm sorry. I'm a real klutz. I trip over thin air all the time. I don't know why they wanted me on this show." It was the truth. I really didn't know why I was here. I shouldn't be here. I was a liability ready to happen.

He smiled at me and I melted. This can't be good.

"Yo, Edward. Nice catch. You should have been a receiver." Emmett's big voice echoed in the open set and broke us out of our trance. Edward loosened his grip around my waist, but kept his hand on my hip as he led us over to the larger group.

"Wow, Isabella Swan," Jessica began. Here we go. "You are like, the most popular author out there, besides J.K. Rowling. How does it feel?"

"Um…fine." I never really knew how to answer questions like that.

"I'd love to sit down with you and talk." I cringed. I really didn't like interviews, or the press in general. "Off the record of course," Jessica added, although I highly doubt it would end up off the record with her. This wouldn't end up on my to-do list.

"I'd love to know how you come up with your stories. And the men! Oh, my." She began fanning herself before she continued. "They are just too perfect for words. Are they based on real men you've known or are they just a figment of your imagination?"

She had finished her question almost cruelly. Her subtext was definitely 'they could only exist in your head because you certainly wouldn't attract men like that in the real world.'

See, this is why I preferred living in my head.

Edward tightened his grip on my waist. I looked up at his face and could see that his eyes had hardened slightly, but couldn't figure out why. What Jessica had said, while harsh, was true. It was just a fact of life for me.

"Um…," I tried to start but was cut off.

"Well, Isabella, I'm sure I could be a muse for your writing and would be happy to be a character in one of your books," Jacob insinuated.

Edward pulled me closer to him, but I don't think he realized he was doing it. Then I felt a rumble from beside me. He couldn't be growling could he?! No way. He must be hungry. That had to be his stomach, right?

I blushed. Not only was I getting hit on, it was happening in front of all these people I had just met. I really hated to be the center of attention. As if she heard me, Alice came to my rescue.

"Isabella, let's head over to the staircases. I'm sure you'll want to practice walking them a few times before having to do it on camera." She didn't give me much of a choice as she snatched me away from Edward.

I quickly glanced behind me and saw that Jacob and Edward continued to stare each other down. Jessica had a smug look on her face, Tanya kept looking between Edward and myself, and Mike didn't know where to look. Rosalie and Emmett were the only ones not paying attention as they were away from the group and oblivious to everything. Jasper clapped his hand on Edward's shoulder, effectively getting his attention. I turned back to Alice who had a small smile on her face.

"So, Isabella," Alice started.

"Just Bella, please," I correctly.

Alice smiled more.

"So, Bella, are you excited to do the show?" She grabbed my hand and took me up one of the curved staircases.

"Um, I guess so. I'm more scared than anything though," I quickly stated as I kept my hand firmly on the hand rail and my eyes locked on the steps below me. Lord knows I didn't need yet another trip to the hospital, but honestly, would it be so bad to take myself out of this crazy competition?

"Scared? Of what?" she asked innocently. We had reached the top.

"Oh, I don't know: making a fool of myself, sending myself to the hospital, again, ending Edward's dancing career and probably killing him in the process. You pick."

"Oh, silly girl. Trust me. If Edward's dancing career ends, it will be because of him, not you. Besides, you're going to be fabulous. I just know it." She spoke with such confidence as if she could see the future where both Edward and I were alive and there weren't any broken bones in sight.

"Alice, how could you possibly know that?"

"Just a feeling. I think this show will be good for you and for Edward." Hmmm, how could it possibly be good for Edward?

"Now, enough chit chat! We're here to get you more comfortable on these stairs, and I knew you wanted to get away from Jessica. I hope you didn't mind the interruption." Oh, she was a saint!

"Alice, I'm sure I will say this to you many times over the next few weeks, but thank you!"

"No worries, Bella. That's what friends are for." I felt that it was strange that after just meeting this young woman only moments before she was insinuating that we were friends, but it didn't feel wrong. Being her friend was going to be very easy and I relished that thought.

"Now, these stairs. At the top of every show you will enter with Edward holding your hand, like this," she spoke as she held my hand up about shoulder height.

"Don't be afraid to hold on to the railing. It will give you the feeling of security that I'm sure you will want to crave for at least one second of the evening while you look smooth and elegant instead of clomping down the stairs like others tend to do." I couldn't help but notice her stare that went straight to Tanya. She didn't even try to keep her voice quiet.

We made our way down to the bottom step and I felt pretty good for my first trip down. But, I had to think of the word 'trip'. No sooner had the thought crossed my mind did I do just that only to fall into something familiar, for the second time that day.

"Thank you Alice, but I'll take it from here," that smooth voice said. I was back in Edward's arms and while I was extremely embarrassed, I cherished the feeling.

I heard Alice flit away as I made eye contact with Edward.

"Isabella, I'm going to have to keep a constant watch and hold on you at all times, aren't I?"

Gulp.


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