Title: Dance with Me
Rating: M
Summary: A major league baseball player with a bad rep needs to clean his image. He signs on to do a reality dance show. Will he clean his image and have the right kind of chemistry with his partner?
Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer I own nothing.
Comments: Based loosely on the reality t.v. show Dancing with the Stars and because Bella/Edward are my new favorite ship.

Longest chapter so far. And thanks to everyone who are reading and adding this to your alerts.

Here we have some announcements and phone calls. Happy reading!

Thank you RuthPerk for beta'ing!


Edward POV

February 20th 2008

I woke up at six thirty in the morning. Even though rehearsal with Bella wasn't until ten o'clock, today was the official announcement of the cast for Dance X. They would be announcing it on Good Morning America, and I was to call in soon and answer questions. And because GMA, is live on the east coast, I had to wake up very early to call in.

After rehearsal yesterday, I met up with Alice and Jasper. They both wanted to know how my first day went, for entirely different reasons. Alice wanted to know how it was working with a professional dancer and filming our package. Jasper wanted to know if I was okay with being on the show. Too late now, I thought. But I gave Alice a brief account on meeting Bella, and I assured Jasper that working on the show was fine. Nothing bad had happened and I thought it would all be okay.

I made some coffee and then checked the time. I still had about ten minutes until I had to call in. I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes. I still wanted to sleep, but Jasper had somehow managed to get me to call in for the morning. Being my manager, he made a lot of things happen. Most of the time, I just had to go with whatever he planned. His ideas are good and he's very smart. I trusted him and that's what makes us a good team.

Getting up from the bed, I went back to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee, willing myself to wake up and sound coherent on the phone. I wasn't sure what questions they would ask me. I had a fairly good idea that it would revolve around why I was doing the show. And to be honest, I still questioned why I'm doing the show. Last night, Jasper and I had a little chat about how to answer the questions.

"Why did I do this show?"

"To make America like you again. But that's not what you're gonna tell Diane Sawyer tomorrow," Jasper said.

"So what am I gonna say?" I asked, as I drank my beer.

"You're gonna say, that your just trying to challenge yourself, and that you're taking some time off to have a little bit of fun."

I quirked my brow. "Do you think they'll believe that?"

"It's a safe answer. And, it's one that a lot of people re-use in the industry."

"Whatever."

We ordered another round of drinks, and then Jasper asked me about rehearsal. "How was your first day?"

"It was good."

"What did you do?""

"I'm dancing something called the Foxtrot."

"Sounds old."

"It is," I conceded. "And a little bit boring, but it's surprisingly harder than I thought it would be."

Alice turned her interest back at me. "How's your posture?"

"Lacking. Bella is always getting on my case for my bad posture. But, she's nice."

Alice's eyes went wide. "Bella? Oh Bella Swan? I like her; she won last season."

"She's nice."

"Nice as in nice, or nice as in I'd like to tap that, kind of nice?" Jasper asked.

Alice rolled her eyes.

"Both, I suppose," I replied.

"You guys are such guys!" Alice cried.

Jasper and I held back laughs and then we proceeded to eat our pizza.

It was time for me to call in now, so I grabbed my cell phone and walked out to the living room. I turned on my television set and found GMA live. Diane Sawyer was there on my screen along with the host of Dance X. He was a middle aged, funny man. I had seen him hosting other t.v. shows and he also hosted the Golden Globes.

I called in then and was met with a very nice Diane. She politely asked the question: Why are you participating this season? And I, of course, gave her Jasper's safe and fool-proof answer: I'm an athlete, and I always welcome a challenge. I think this will be a fun and new learning experience for me. And the timing is perfect, because I'm taking this season off, so everything falls into place. And then there was some teasing from the guy. He mentioned that I'd be donning ruffles sooner than I thought. I ended the call and went back to bed.

It was after seven now and I could still afford another couple of hours to sleep. Although, I was tired and sleepy, I paid a lot of attention to what Frank, the host of Dance X, said. Me wearing ruffles? He's got to be kidding me, right? I know this type of show is flashy with the costumes and glitter, but I wouldn't be wearing ruffles. I had to make it known to Bella in no uncertain terms that I want to keep my costumes basic. Plain, if need be. I sure as hell would not be wearing ruffles or sequins or glitter.

I was weary now and could feel my eyes shutting. Sleep would overtake me and then I'd have to get up and start the day. Rehearsal again with Bella. Bella. Just the thought of her made me smile, and I don't know why. It's not like I know her, and it's not like we're friends. Well, we're teacher/student. We're dancing together, but we work together. I hope we can become friends, because Bella really held my interest.

Like I told Jasper, she's nice. Nice in a real kind of way and nice in an I'd-tap-that kind of way. Not that I thought of her in such vulgar ways, but there is no denying that Bella is an attractive girl. But that wasn't why she held my interest. It was her, plain and simple. She is unlike anyone I had ever met and okay, her atheistic beauty is a major plus, but it wasn't that important.

My eyes were closing and I was going to give in to the obvious sleep when my cell phone started ringing. Who the hell would be calling me now?

"Hello?"

"Edward! What the hell, man? A reality show?" came Emmett's booming voice.

I inwardly cringed. I was going to get hell from him. Emmett would no doubt make fun of my sudden brash attempt at getting a job.

"Yes," I replied. Maybe if I kept my answers to a minimum then he wouldn't be so prying.

"So, I had to find out from t.v. that my little brother is going to be on reality t.v.? Why didn't you tell me?"

"For the obvious reason, Emmett."

"What's that?"

"I don't want to hear any of your flack."

"I wasn't going to make fun," he said.

I snorted. "Bullshit."

"Okay, so I was, but that was before I found out which show you are going to be on," he reasoned.

"Huh?" I said.

"Rosie and I watch Dance X regularly. I used to think it was a sissy show, but dude, I'm a fan. Have you seen those dancers?" Emmett cried excitedly into the phone.

"Uhh, well no, I haven't."

"I thought you're doing the show? You haven't seen any of the dancers?"

"I am doing the show, but I haven't seen any of the dancers in costume," I clarified.

"Oh, believe me, it's a sight to behold. Ow! Sorry Rose, you know I was just kidding!"

I laughed, now having a very good mental image of Rosalie slapping Emmett on the back of the head.

"Hey, Edward, I'm putting you on speaker phone. Rose wants to talk to you too."

"K."

"Edward?" Rosalie's voice asked.

"Yes?"

"Oh good, you're doing the show?"

"Yes."

"Well you better give us tickets, because Emmett and I are flying out to see the first show!" Rose cried.

"Sure," I said.

"Did you tell Carlisle and Esme?" Emmett asked from the background.

Oh, damn. I hadn't. And I'm not sure Jasper or Alice had either.

"No. I did this all quickly. I'm not sure if Alice or Jasper told anyone," I explained.

"Well, you better tell them. Although I think it's too late, they probably already know. Hell I'm sure the whole country knows now," Emmett said with a laugh.

"I'll call them," I told Emmett.

"Good. Now don't forget our tickets, little bro. I mean it. Rosie and I want to come watch you."

"Fine."

"Thanks."

After chatting some more about him and Rosalie and what they're doing, we hung up and I went back to sleep.

Bella POV

February 20th 2008

I was at the coffee shop again, getting my regular latté. Today was the second rehears for Edward and me. The first day had gone well. He really exceeded my expectations, and I was looking forward to going over more things with him.

Today, I planned on working on his lines and picking on him about his usual, sucky frame. I smiled, just thinking about what I'll get Edward to do. I knew he wouldn't complain or so much as pitch a fit. He may be an athlete, but he knew zilch about ballroom. He had to listen to me, I was his life line in this competition.

As I was walking across the street, heading in the direction of the studios, I began re-thinking about Edward. He was a nice guy. But I was curious why he was even on the show. I wondered if asking him would be too forward. I didn't really have a right to know, but it still piqued my interest. And I didn't know about him professionally. From what he told me, he is an excellent base ball player. Mike had said he played "mean ball." And Angela had said he was a "Hollywood type of athlete," meaning he was cocky and a ladies' man. But when I met Edward yesterday, I certainly didn't think any of those things. Edward even told me to not always listen to the gossip. I assured him that I don't read trash, yet I didn't tell him that I had heard trash in regards to him.

I sipped my coffee and surveyed the parking lot. My car was there a long, with Jessica's and two more that I didn't recognize them. Hmnmm. Maybe Edward was here already? I wondered what kind of car he drove. A star athlete like him ought to be driving a convertible, no? I looked at the parking lot again. I saw a dark blue Honda and a shiny, silver Volvo. Maybe Edward wasn't here yet...

Walking up the stairs now, I made my way to the studio. I was fully aware that if I rushed, I could very well end up hurting myself. I rounded the corner and walked into the studio, my dance bag was already waiting for me. I had placed it by the studio before getting my morning coffee.

"Good morning, Bella." Edward's musical voice greeted me.

"Hello, Edward," I replied.

"How is your morning?" he asked.

"So far so good," I commented.

"I'm glad to hear that," he replied.

"Are you ready for more dancing?" I asked him.

A grin spread across his face, "With you? Of course I am."

I blushed. "I've got your dance shoes. You'll need to break them in."

I opened my dance bag and pulled out my own dance shoes and then pulled out two shoe boxes, one ballroom pair and one Latin. The Latin ones had half an inch heel. Many men grumble and complain about the foreignness of the Latin heel, so I was prepared to coax Edward into them. However, he wouldn't need to use them yet.

I slid the boxes across to him, and he automatically sat on the floor. I put on my dance heels, then got up to put our cd in the stereo. I raised the volume, then I went to stand in front of the mirrors. I moved my body this way and that. I put my hands above my head and I stepped backwards. I was trying to come up with some choreography. I wanted to try things with Edward, I needed to see what was best suited for us.

I motioned for Edward to come stand by me. He got up, now wearing his ballroom shoes. I took a look down at his shoes and grinned. He already looked like he belonged.

"I'm going to work on your lines," I told him.

I was met with a blank expression, I held back my laughter. "Your lines," I emphasized the word "lines", "are your arms. It's when you do this," I gestured with my arm. I brought my left arm up and then stuck it pointing out. "It's like your reaching out to grab something," I further explained.

"Stand here." I placed myself behind them and now he faced the mirror.

"Gracefully, slowly, and fluidly, reach with your left arm going out. Like you want to grab something," I instructed him from behind.

He brought his left arm up and skillfully stuck it out like I told him.

"Bam! That was awesome!" I cried.

He chuckled a little, but I could tell he was happy that he did it correctly.

"Alright then, we're gonna attempt some tricks today as well." I said, happily. I was impressed my Edward's natural talent. He seemed to be very in tune with his body and movement, and that helped his musicality.

"What do you mean by tricks?" he asked.

"Hey, every sport has tricks. And you look pretty strong. I think you could lift me, even."

"By all means, teach me your tricks," he said happily.

"First, let's start were we left off. Remember your frame?"

He nodded. "Good," I replied.

For the first hour, Edward and I tried perfecting his frame. Sometimes his shoulders would hunch up and then he'd be hunching over. I suspected it's because he's naturally tall, and tall guys tended to hunch. It's just something they did when talking with other people. They look down at you, so they have a hunch. I had to get on his case and bark at him about his frame. Every time I did, he would relax and pull back. Which is good, at least he's trying.

We went over the basic steps and I incorporated for him to hit some lines. And let me tell you, when Edward hit those lines, it was like BAM! He looked really good! I could see myself choreographing more lines in the future for him.

Eric, our cameraman, came by after lunch. He missed the morning session due to his daughter's doctor checkup. But now, we had our mic packs on and the camera was rolling.

We were in the middle of a spin sequence; I would be spinning and Edward would have to hold onto my hand as I twirl. I would be doing a series of two twirls. Edward would have to spot me, as well as guide me. In ballroom, it's all about highlighting the woman. The man is the frame and it is his job is to make the woman look good.

I was spinning for the second time when I accidentally slipped. But Edward, with his fast reflexes swooped to steady me. He grabbed me before I hit the ground.

I panted a heavy breath then. The slip had caught me by surprise, and Edward pulled me into his strong hold.

"Are you okay?" he whispered into my ear.

I felt like my heart was beating out of my chest. I was used to close proximity with my dance partners, but very rarely do I slip on the dance floor. But when I did, my partners were usually too slow to catch me. Now here, in Edward's, arms it was nice. He was once again, holding me securely, just like when we first saw each other on the stairs.

"I'm fine. I just lost my footing," I said.

He released me then and I stood in front of him. "Thanks," I smiled.

"Anytime," Edward replied.

I couldn't help but think he meant it.

We picked up right where we left off. Soon, Edward and I were gliding on the hard wood floor. He had his knees bent and he was actually leading part of the time! I was happy, he was doing really well.

Edward POV

Bella and I were really dancing, at least it felt like we were. She had taught me so much, yet I knew there was so much more to learn. She had taught me the importance of hitting my lines. I had to say, when Bella did it, it looked flawless. But when I did it, I felt awkward and stupid. Yet, Bella got all happy when I did it, so I guess I must have done something right.

As usual, Bella nit picked on my frame, saying something that if I had a sloppy frame, I wouldn't get votes and if I didn't get votes, then I'd be the first one kicked off of the show. So Bella hounded me on my frame, and she worked with me on hitting those lines.

I came to notice that she didn't have our dance fully choreographed. When I asked why, she answered by saying she needed to know what I can and cannot do, and that she liked to choreograph along with her partners. Something about it all being part of the creative process.

I found myself enjoying dancing. Well, I enjoyed dancing with Bella, she's so lithe and graceful. And when we're in hold, I can feel her moving with me. Our legs are entwined and I would have thought that was some move she's doing or flirting, but nope! That's ballroom, as Bella puts it. Our legs have to be in between each others. Who knew dancing could be so intimate?

Eric had left for the day after telling us we seemed to look good on film, and that he would be back for our next rehearsal. Bella and I were putting away our dance shoes when I decided to ask her about costumes. I wanted to keep it basic, nothing flashy or stupid.

"Bella?"

"Yes, Edward?"

"Have you thought anything about our costumes?" I hated to be the first one talking about it, but it had to be done.

"Oh! Yeah, what's your favorite color?" she asked.

"Blue," I replied.

She was smiling now, "Cool. okay, for you, I was thinking of an all black suit. And I guess I'll be wearing a blue gown."

"Who designs the costumes?" I asked.

"We do."

"We do?"

"Yes, we'll go over to wardrobe tomorrow and we'll come up with something. Do you have a preference?" she asked.

"Just basic. No sequins or glitter for me," I told her seriously.

"You got it," Bella agreed.

Bella and I left then, we called it a day and agreed to practice tomorrow afternoon. I would have wanted our practice time in the morning, but Bella and the other pro's had to rehearse for the opening night number.

I made it back to my apartment within twenty minutes. It was almost six a clock. Jeez, just ten hours ago, I was talking to Emmett and Rose. Now, I remembered I had to call my parents. No doubt they already knew that I was going to be dancing on reality television.

Carlisle and Esme Cullen are wonderful parents. My dad is a doctor back home and my mom is a stay-at-home mom. Whoever said stay-at-home mom's have it easy never raised children. Growing up with Alice and Emmett, it was a good childhood. My brother is only four years older than me and Alice is two years younger than me. We were a handful growing up and still remain so to this day. My mother is the most patient and loving woman I know. I could tell she would be thrilled about me doing the show, and dad would support me in anything. I wonder if they have seen the show before.

I went to my kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. I sat down on the couch then and flipped through some channels. Nothing was on t.v., over five hundred channels and still there's nothing to watch.

I pulled out my cell and scrolled through my contacts list. After locating my parents' number, I hit the send button. It rang a few times, then I heard the familiar voice of my mother.

"Hello, Edward!" came my mom's happy voice.

"Mom! How'd you know it was me?" I asked, perplexed.

"Caller ID silly."

"Oh," I laughed.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your phone call, Edward?"

"Is Dad there?"

"Yes, he's right here. Do you want to speak with him?"

"Can you put me on speaker phone?" I asked.

"Of course." It was about ten seconds, then I heard my dad's voice too.

"Edward!"

"Hey Dad."

"What's up, son?"

"Can you both hear me?"

"Yes, Edward we can hear you just fine," Mom said.

"Good. Well ummm... I don't know if you know this or not, and I don't know if you've talked to Alice but I'm going to be on a t.v. show," I said.

I waited for their response. And then all of a sudden, laughter was on the other end.

"Oh honey, we know! We saw Good Morning America today! Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Mom cried.

I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, I couldn't officially say until today."

"You could've told us though," Dad reasoned.

He was right. I was lazy.

"I know, Dad it just, I wasn't sure if I would do it, you know?"

"Oh, Edward, we're so happy! We want to come out and see you!" my mom's voice cried, excitedly.

I laughed. I was happy my mom was okay with me doing this.

"I'll get you guys tickets to the first show," I promised.

"Who is you dance partner, Edward? Your father and I watch the show, so we have our favorite dancers and everything," she explained.

"My partner is Isabella Swan."

"The reigning champion," commented Dad.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Oh, she's lovely Edward. I love her style of dance!" Mom gushed.

"She really is Mom. You'll meet her when you come," I told her.

After talking about the show and catching up, I hung up with my parents and called Jasper. As my manager, he would have the power to get me tickets to the show. I knew, as a contestant, I was given a certain number of tickets-I just didn't know how many. I talked with Jasper and asked if he could somehow manage to get a hold of four tickets. He promised he'd see what he could do, and then, we too hung up. It was nearing dinner time, so I went back to my fridge and got out the left over Chinese. I heated it up and was back on the couch watching a basketball game.

Bella' POV

February 23rd 2008

Edward and I were really making good progress. He and I practiced almost every day for about six hours each time. I told him before that by the end of the competition, contestants had increased their hours. At the end, some would be practicing for over ten hours at a time. I had reached the ten hour mark last season with my previous partner. He was young and eager to win, so it made sense. However, I told Edward that we'd gradually increase our hours. During the first week, we'd do three to four hour sessions, one on the morning and one in the afternoon. We normally ended rehearsal by five.

Our routine was almost all choreographed now. Edward handled the choreography well enough. He wasn't anywhere near perfection, but he had rhythm and he could move well. He did look good on the dance floor, and I honestly think he could stick around on the show for a while.

A nice thing about dancing with Edward is he really handled me with care. He held onto me securely, but delicately. And he treated me just how every girl should be treated while dancing. For a beginner, he was coming along nicely. One thing I found out about Edward was that he could be funny, if he wanted. Normally, our rehearsals were so serious about dancing and his frame, but Edward knew when it was time to have fun. He wasn't exactly hilarious, but he would make fun of me. Sometimes he'd pretend to be me and mimic my voice in a high pitch and yell "FRAME! WATCH YOUR FRAME!" I would bust up laughing. Sometimes when I showed him the footwork, he'd be making faces and tease me.

We went over to wardrobe one day, and after I discussed our song to the designers, we settled on an all black costume for Edward. He would be wearing a tie and black vest, no jacket though. Even though it was a Foxtrot, Edward had to be fluid in his arms and he had to hit those lines nicely. A jacket would hold him back and restrain his arms. But a vest always looks good, and Edward was tall and lean; he'd make it look good.

My costume would be a midnight blue, backless gown. The material for the skirt would be soft, almost like satin and the bodice would be bedazzled in what else? Sequins. The dress would also be sleeveless. Makeup and accessories would come the day of the first show. The makeup department was very creative and skillful, they took a lot into consideration. They knew me by now and know I like to keep my look to a minimum. I wasn't makeup crazy, and only one set of fake lashes would do for me. Jessica, however, loved to wear three sets of false lashes. She said she liked how it looked on camera. But I'm all for comfort, so one set it is.

Today, Edward and I and the rest of the cast and dancers would be shooting our opening credits. When viewers watch the show at home, we have our theme song and you see the opening credits with the seasons' cast.

We would all be meeting up at a CBS studio and would get all dolled up and costumed. We would do a slew of dance poses and smile for the camera, and then we'd move on to take photographs. They were just promotional photos, stuff that magazines could buy and release. We wouldn't have time to interact with the other cast mates much. All pictures and t.v. credits would be done with just our partners.

It was seven thirty when I got to the CBS studio. The reason I was there so early is because I had to go into hair and makeup, and then I'd have to change into my costume. All the girls dancers, and celebrities alike, had to be there bright and early before the boys. It takes a lot time to get ten to twelve girls looking pretty for television.

I was sitting in the hair trailer, talking to Angela and meeting some of the female celebrities who will be on the show. There was an ex beauty queen; she was tall, I bet her legs would look good dancing the Latin dances. And there was an ex-tennis star, she looked fit. I would say, everyone looked good, overall. Every contestant brings something different to the dance floor. Whether or not they can dance, every person is unique and brings something different and good to the show.

Angela asked how rehearsals with Edward were going. I informed her that he surprised me and that I think he'll do okay. She, then, asked me if I thought he was gorgeous.

"Of, course," I replied.

"Have you fallen under his spell yet?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm just saying, he's so gorgeous looking and single. I don't know, Bella, I'm just asking if you have a little crush on him."

"Angela! This is so unlike you!"

She laughed. "It's Edward Cullen, need I say more?"

"Nope." came Jessica's voice. She had just finished her hairdo.

"What is with you guys and Edward Cullen?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just that's he's one of the finest men I've ever seen," Jessica stated.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes.

"Bella at least agreed that he is gorgeous," Angela said.

"Glad you agree, Bella," Jessica spoke to me.

"So ,is he any good?" Jessica piped up.

"Yeah he is," I said.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you guys dance."

"Thanks."

Jessica left then to go to the makeup trailer. I went back to wait for a hair dresser to attack my hair with the hot curling iron, and Angela told me about her partner. He was an old television star from back in the eighties. He was nice, but flat footed. Angela said they'd probably be leaving by week four. She wasn't being mean, she was just being truthful and she said he wasn't looking to win anyway.

It was almost ten o'clock when I was done with hair and makeup. I was now dressed in a standard Latin costume. Short, slinky, and full of sequins. It was red and backless, with only the standard dancers bra strap holding it up. My whole torso was covered in the front with just the sides showing, it was a pretty hot number. I was waiting for Edward to come out of the dressing room. It was our time now to film and shoot our opening credits, all we needed to do was pose and have fun.

Edward came out just then, and I gave him a once over. He was sporting the usual back pants, but the wardrobe people gave him a red long sleeved shirt to match my small red dance costume. He looked good, I'll admit. I could totally see him doing a Latin number, and he'd be sexy.

He walked over to me and I could feel his eyes on me. He was looking at me, checking me out, and I could tell he liked what he saw. That made me only a little bit nervous. I shouldn't be nervous, I wear these type of outfits on the show all the time, but under Edward's intense gaze, it made me self-aware.

I told him to follow me and that we'd do some poses and fun tricks. Edward was a strong guy, I bet he could pick me up with ease. We went to our markers and I showed him the New Yorker step, one of the basic Cha Cha Cha steps. It was a good pose for camera. We, then, did a little spin sequence. We were just basically doing all kinds of poses until the camera guys got what they wanted. Afterward, we moved on to the photography aspect of the shoot.

Edward and I were facing the photographer, and once again, we posed. I had us doing the New Yorker again. Then, I was on the floor doing the splits while Edward was standing behind me holding one of my hands. Finally, I decided to do a standard leggy pose. I had Edward and I stand together, but I positioned my body to be turned in to his. I brought my right leg and hitched it across Edward, motioning him for him to grab it and hold onto my thigh.

"Umm, what do you want me to do?" he asked nervously.

"Hold my leg," I told him.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"Yes Edward, it's fine. It'll look good on camera."

I swung my leg over again, and this time Edward held me to him. He put his hand on my thigh and I could feel the cold of his hands contacting with my warm temperature. I shivered.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay," I said. We turned our faces to the camera and gave our best smiles.


Next chapter we'll start to gain more momentum. I'll be going forward with the dates and we'll have some more Edward and Bella interaction (more talking and stuff.)

Till next time.

Tina