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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 6, 2005 22:59:37 GMT -5
Part 1 I stepped out of the terminal and looked around, with no idea as to where I was supposed to be going. I glanced around, hoping maybe I would see someone waiting for me to explain what was going on, but there wasn’t a soul in sight. “Damn,” I whispered, walking out towards the baggage claim. I had been told that someone would be waiting for me at the airport. Where? “Excuse me,” I said to a security guard who was watching over the baggage claim. “Some one’s supposed to be here to pick me up. I’m going to be on the Real World and I was wondering if maybe you knew where I was going.” I stared at him. He didn’t seem to have heard me, seeing as how he didn’t react at all. “Excuse me,” I repeated. “You’re going to be on the Real World?” said a voice behind me. I spun around and there stood a girl about my age. She was a little taller than me, as are most people, with dreads. Her hair was pretty colorful, streaks of lime green and purple throughout. I reached up and tucked a strand of my own blonde hair behind my ear and nodded. “Me too!” she almost screamed. “Hi, I’m Morgan.” “Morgan,” I repeated, smiling. “I’m Dori.” “Nice to meet you,” she said, walking next to me to the baggage claim. I spotted my suitcases and heaved them to my side. “So, where are you from?” “Florida,” I said. “Sweet. Is it nice there?” “Kind of boring,” I sighed. “But I’ve lived there for as long as I can remember, so it’s not really going to seem like a thrill a minute.” She laughed and reached out as a red suitcase came towards us. She groaned as she dragged it to the floor. “Wasn’t someone supposed to meet us? I mean, I figured we’d be on-camera 24/7.” “I thought so, too, but nobody’s here.” I looked around. “That’s weird,” Morgan said. “Oh well. I guess we’ll find them, then.” “Okay,” I laughed, and the two of us toted our bags toward the exit. We had just reached the airport lobby when we saw the cameras. Several people were standing around with all sorts of film equipment. It was probably one of the weirdest things I’d seen. Some guy was holding up a sign that read “DORI, FL” and “MORGAN, PA”. “That would be us,” Morgan announced, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the guy holding the sign. “Hi,” she said to him. “I would be Morgan, PA and this would be Dori, FL.” “Oh!” he gasped, almost jumping. “Guys!” He waved at the camera crew. “This is them!” “I see you’ve already met,” said a woman in a work suit. “Could you do us a favor? Could you walk back over there and come towards us again, so we can get it on film?” “We’re reenacting walking?” I asked. “Um, yes,” said the woman. “Please?” “Okay,” said Morgan, sounding as unsure as I was. If this was how the entire thing was going to be, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be part of it. But I decided to cooperate for the time being. After all, I only had to walk. She and I strode back to where we had been standing, then walked back, with three guys with cameras following us at different angles. It was weird, but I was willing to do it. I tried not to look at the camera, making small talk with Morgan as directed by one of the camera men. As soon as that was finished, microphones were attached to our clothing, and we were directed to a black SUV in the parking lot. A camera man sat in the passenger side of the front seat, turned around and filming us at all times as Morgan and I talked about random things, like where we lived, music, and television. “It’s going to be pretty weird to have these cameras in our faces for five months,” she sighed. “Don’t mention the cameras,” whispered the camera man. “Sorry,” she apologized, then turned back to me and started talking about something else. “Holy shit,” I whispered as we pulled up in front of the house. I wasn’t used to big houses, so I knew it would take forever for me to become accustomed to this. Morgan and I stepped out of the SUV and were handed our luggage by the driver, who drove off as soon as his car was unloaded. The camera man followed us as we opened the front door. “HELLO?” Morgan called. Her voice echoed throughout the house. “Honey, I’m home!” I laughed. All of a sudden, a guy a year or so older than me appeared from around a corner. His hair was green, and he wore a white T-shirt and a plaid pair of shorts. He looked almost insane. “Honey!” he said in a very feminine voice, walking over to me and embracing me in a hug. “Junior got his report card today. I’m making a pot roast, it should be done in about an hour. And are you having the guys over for poker tonight?” I blinked at this guy. To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t unlike MTV to make sure that one of the members of all their TV shows went out of their way to make people uncomfortable. I just stared at him, unsure of what to say. What if he was seriously like this all the time? Morgan, however, thought it was the funniest thing ever. She exploded into a fit of laughter. “I like this kid,” she said. “Kid? I’m two years older than you, easily.” “Shut up. I call everyone ‘kid’, you included,” she said, leaving her suitcase at the door as she headed off to inspect the house. “That’s Morgan, and I’m Dori,” I said extending my hand to this guy. “I’m Tre,” he said. “You want the grand tour? She would’ve gotten it too, if she’d been patient.” “I met her less than an hour ago, and I already learned she has no patience.” Tre smiled then led me into the kitchen. All the furniture that I could see was plastic and brightly colored, something I would admire but never buy for my own home. He showed me the barren freezer. He cracked jokes about all the random things in the house, like the bowl of condoms in the living room, and for a couple of seconds, I forgot that there was a camera following me at close range. We were headed up the stairs when I heard Morgan behind me. “Hey guys, wait up.” She bounced up next to us, then looked at Tre. “What’s your name?” “Tre,” he said. “Had you waited you would already know that.” She rolled her eyes and prepared to continue the tour when the door opened again. There stood a skinny guy with dirty blond hair. He looked up at us. “Hi,” he said, blinking as if he hadn’t expected for us to be here. “Hi,” we all said in unison. “I’m Dori,” I volunteered. “I’m Mike,” he said. “Hi Mike,” chirped Tre. “I’m Tre.” “And I’m Morgan.” “We’re checking out the house. Want to come?” Tre invited. “Sure,” Mike said, shrugging as he headed up the stairs with us. We discovered the bedrooms next. The first room was painted bright green, with three beds. The beds all had orange bedspreads, and there were all sorts of bizarre paintings on the walls. “I love this room,” I gasped. “Me too,” said Morgan. “I call this bed!” I screamed, pouncing on the bed farthest from the door. “I want this one,” she called, leaping onto the bed closest to the door. “And unless you object, Mike, I’d like to room with the ladies.” Tre collapsed onto the bed between Morgan and myself. “No objections here. As long as the other room isn’t shitty.” “It isn’t,” said another voice, and Mike jumped. He stepped out of the way to reveal a guy with blue hair and a nose ring. He smiled at us. “How long have you all been here?” “Not long,” I said. “I’m Dori.” I was getting kind of sick of introducing myself. “Morgan.” “Tre.” “Mike.” “I’m Billie Joe,” said the guy. “But you can call me Bill or Billie or whatever.” “You’re hot,” said Morgan, and I laughed. “Not so bad yourself,” Billie said, winking flirtatiously at her. “But the other room’s pretty cool, too. It’s blue with green beds. And it has bunk beds.” “Why don’t we have bunk beds?” I demanded. Tre laughed. We all stood there for a while, looking around at the room before we decided to complete the tour of the rest of the house. The bathroom was crazy, with one big shower and two bathroom stalls. I hated public bathrooms, so I knew right away that this would be my least favorite part of the house. “So,” Billie sighed. “Where’s our other two housemates?” “I don’t know,” Mike said, shrugging. “I guess we’ll just have to wait for them to show up.” I looked at the door, as if I expected for it to open. “Hey,” Tre suddenly whispered in my ear. The feel of his breath on my ear made shivers go up my spine. “Morgan’s in the bathroom. What do you say we drop toilet paper bombs in the stall on her while she’s using the can?” I looked at him and he smiled. “Let’s do it,” I laughed, and we made a dash to the bathroom.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 6, 2005 23:00:59 GMT -5
Okay, I need two more people. I'm thinking I'm going to make up one of the people, but if anyone wants to be my third person, let me know. The first person (besides Morgan) to respond, telling me they want to be in it, wins.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 6, 2005 23:08:12 GMT -5
yay! more, more, more!
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Post by Kill on Jul 6, 2005 23:09:11 GMT -5
We have a winner!!! Hahaha. Yeah, MORE MORE MORE!!! MORE! MORE! MOOOOORE. Kay. lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 6, 2005 23:40:43 GMT -5
Part 2 “You guys suck!” Morgan screamed, chasing Tre and me out of the bathroom, pelting us with the same toilet paper bombs we had thrown at her. Just then, the front door opened, and our next housemate was greeted by a stray bomb Morgan had just thrown. “Hello!” he said, and was instantly hit in the face with a soggy ball of toilet paper. Morgan clapped her hands over her mouth and stared at him. Tre snickered and I let out a loud snort, which made it all even funnier. “I am so sorry,” she gasped, rushing down the stairs. “Are you okay?” “Ew, is this toilet paper?” he asked, pulling it off his face. “Don’t worry, it hasn’t been used,” I said, trying to be helpful. “We don’t think it has, anyway,” Tre added. I elbowed him in the ribs. “Ow,” he whispered. “Well, this is lovely.” The guy dropped the toilet paper to the floor. “I’m HJ.” “I’m Dori,” I said, contemplating whether or not I should just write my name across my forehead. The introductions went as they had before, with each person chirping out their name, Morgan last. “I’m really sorry about the toilet paper,” she said. “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “So, where are the bedrooms?” “Sorry, but you’ll be forced to room with those two and our other roommate, who still hasn’t arrived,” Morgan said, making a gesture toward Mike and Billie, who weren’t really paying much attention. “No problem,” he said. “Where’s the bedroom? I’m going to put my stuff away.” “Up the stairs, third door on the left,” Billie directed. HJ headed up the stairs, and as soon as he was out of hearing range, Mike whispered, “How much do you want to bet he’s gay?” “That’s mean,” Morgan said. “I’m not making fun of him or anything. I just think he is.” “I think so, too,” Billie added. “Doesn’t matter to me,” Tre shrugged. “I’m not the one rooming with him.” I looked over at the cameras that were filming our conversation and wondered what HJ would say when he saw us gossiping about him on TV months later. I turned back to the guys, who were all talking about it. “If you think I can’t hear you, you’re wrong!” HJ called from up the stairs. “And you’re right.” “You’re gay?” asked Morgan. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. “Damn,” she whispered. “One less hot guy for me to pursue.” We all laughed, then stood in silence for a couple minutes. “So,” I finally sighed. “What do you think our other roommate will be like?” Just then, the door opened and there stood a girl with black hair. She looked to be Morgan and my age (not that I thought they would pick old people to put on a show…who would watch that?). She wore a purple tank top and a pair of black Dickies. “Wow, I’m the last one here,” she said, giving us all the once over. “I’m Karla.” I sighed. I knew the repetitive introductions were coming. I guess Morgan noticed my impatience, since she introduced me so I would have to. I subconsciously thanked her, then followed Karla up the stairs as she headed into the room she would be sharing with 3 guys. “Thanks for picking rooms before I got here,” she said sarcastically to all of us. “Sorry,” I apologized. She just shrugged at me, like it didn’t really matter. “WE HAVE A HOT TUB!” HJ suddenly screamed from the living room. “YES!” Morgan and I shouted. We rushed into the bedroom we shared and began digging through our suitcases for our bathing suits. Tre stepped into the bedroom and started searching through his suitcase as well. I found my suit and held it in my hand, watching Tre uneasily and waiting for him to leave so I could change. But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his pants to his ankles. “Oh my God!” I laughed, and Morgan turned around. Up until then, she hadn’t even noticed his presence. “Take it off!” she whistled, though I don’t think either of us expected for Tre to pull of his boxers. Morgan, luckily, only got the rear view. I got the front. As a natural reaction, I lifted up my hands in front of my eyes. “Oh my God,” I laughed again. “Tre, please get dressed.” “Sorry,” he chuckled, then pulled on his trunks. He left, shutting the door behind him. “That was crazy,” I giggled as I put on my bathing suit. “Tell me about it,” Morgan sighed. “I have the odd feeling I should’ve roomed with the others. It would probably ensure more sleep.” “You just want to room with Billie,” I said. “This is true,” she admitted. Soon, we were both in our swimsuits. We walked together to the hot tub. Everyone else was already packed inside. HJ, Billie, Mike, and Tre had already claimed corners, and Karla was floating between HJ and Mike. “Where are we supposed to fit?” I asked. “My lap is always available,” Tre offered. I scrambled into the hot tub before Morgan could and promptly sat on Tre. Morgan floated around throughout the hot tub, searching for a comfortable place. “So,” Tre sighed. “How about some topless tubbing?” “No,” I said, laughing despite myself. Karla started laughing. “I’m game,” Morgan said. “If you pay me.” “I’m not paying you,” Tre said. “I don’t have enough money.” “I will!” Billie said, raising his hand. “How much?” Morgan asked. “Ten bucks?” “Make it fifteen and you have yourself a deal,” she laughed. “You’re so cheap,” Karla joked. “Shut up,” Morgan said, splashing Karla. The two had a splashing fight for a few minutes, then finally Billie reminded Morgan of the money. “Right,” she said, pulling off her top. I whistled and she laughed. “This is awesome,” Mike sighed. “I love living here already.”
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Post by Kill on Jul 6, 2005 23:53:51 GMT -5
AAWWWWWWWEEEEEESOOOOOOOMMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!!! lol I LUUVE IT! ^_^'
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 0:14:28 GMT -5
Part 3 “I see you guys have already hit it off,” said the woman in the business suit that had been at the airport earlier. “And I’m glad you already picked the rooms and everything. But we’re going to give you some ground rules. First of all, try to acknowledge the cameras as little as possible. Act like we’re not here. Also, if you find a camera or microphone hidden somewhere, don’t touch it. Don’t mess with any of the equipment. If you have a mic on, don’t remove it. Understood?” “Yeah,” we all said. We sat on the couch in the living room after the hot tub fiasco, which resulted in Billie telling Morgan that he really had no intention of paying her, which Karla thought was the funniest thing ever. “All right. If you have any questions, ask me. And if you have something you want to say, the confessional’s right over there.” She pointed to a large black door by the stairs. She then walked away and headed through a large door that read “staff only”, which we were told not to go into. “So, what now?” asked Mike. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m exhausted,” said HJ. “I’m going to bed.” “Whimp,” Karla laughed. HJ gave her the finger, then headed up the stairs and into his room. “I wonder if they have any booze in this place,” Billie said, wandering into the kitchen. Finally, he found some liquor, which he began mixing. He finally handed us all this drink. He wouldn’t tell us what was in it, but it tasted pretty good. “Let’s play truth or dare!” Morgan squealed. “Okay,” Mike laughed. “I’ll pick who goes first.” “Why do you get to pick?” I asked. “Because I said so first. And I think Billie should go first. Truth or dare?” “Um, truth,” he said, tossing back more of his drink. “Who do you think is the hottest person in this house, besides yourself?” “Er…” Billie chewed on his lower lip for a second. “Karla.” “You saw my boobs for free and you think she’s prettiest?” Morgan asked, pretending to be horrifically offended. “Yup,” Billie laughed. “Dori, truth or dare?” “Dare,” I said, regretting it as soon as the word passed through my lips. A smile curled on Billie’s lips and he looked at Tre, who was sitting closest to me on the couch. “Unzip Tre’s pants…with your teeth.” “What?” I laughed. “His pants and your teeth. Not very hard to explain,” Mike sighed. “Go Dori, go Dori,” Morgan chanted. Tre smirked at me, then lay straight across the floor. I looked at him. “Go for it,” he said, gesturing to his pants. I bit my lip again, then slipped to the floor. I could feel my face turning 80 different shades of pink as I struggled to unzip his pants. I must’ve been struggling for a while, since he suddenly said, “Take your time.” Finally, I did it. “That only took forever,” Karla commented. Tre rezipped his pants, then we moved back to the couch. “Morgan,” I said. “Truth or dare?” “Dare,” she said adventurously. I sucked at coming up with dares. Come on, I thought, waiting for my brain to come up with something, but all that came to mind was “Give ‘Em Hell, Kid” by My Chemical Romance, the song I had stuck in my head. “Sing ‘Give ‘Em Hell, Kid’ by MCR,” I finally said. “Screaming and all. Try to sound like Gerard as much as you can.” “You suck at making up dares,” Billie observed. I was about to tell him to shut up, but Tre beat me to it. I laughed as Morgan stood up and burst into song. We all tried to make her mess up by laughing and stuff, but she was doing pretty well up until she got to the “life is but a dream” part, where she started laughing so hard she fell over. Then she picked Tre, who automatically said dare. “I dare you to make out with Dori for a full minute,” she said. “Why do all dares involve me and Tre?” I demanded. But before anyone could answer, Tre had grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into him, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t pull away or anything. I knew he was only doing this because it was a dare. I could hear Morgan counting down from 60 in the background, and the minute was over all too soon.
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 0:19:24 GMT -5
HAHAHA! MORE!!! LOL!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 0:44:50 GMT -5
Part 4 Two hours and 10 of Billie’s mixtures later, I passed out on the couch. I woke the next morning to find myself laying on my bed, still in my bathing suit (which I had never taken off after the hot tub party. No one else was in their beds, which I found rather strange, since Morgan and Tre were still up and partying when I fell asleep. I got up and grabbed some stuff out of my suitcase and headed into the bathroom. Someone was already in the shower, so I went ahead and brushed my teeth. “Hey, whoever’s in the shower, can you hurry up? I kind of want to shower,” I called, running my fingers through my hair and leaning back on the counter. “You’re welcome to join me,” Billie called from inside the shower. “I’d rather not,” I laughed. “I could go find Karla if you’d rather bathe with her.” “I don’t like Karla like that,” he announced to me as he shut the shower off. A couple of seconds later, the shower stall opened and there stood Billie, towel wrapped around his waist. “I actually kind of prefer Morgan.” “Really now?” I asked, looking at him for a second. “Really,” he laughed, then he spotted the camera man standing outside the bathroom, watching us through his lens. It was surprising how easy it was to forget the cameras were there, but I tried to ignore them as I walked into the shower, stripped down, and let the hot water run through my hair. “Who’s in the shower?” Tre suddenly called. “Dori,” I sighed. “Oh, good,” he said. All of the sudden, a wave of cold water came over me. The water seemed even colder considering the heat of the water I was showering with. I screamed. “Did you just dump cold water on me?” I asked. “Maybe.” “Tre!” I shouted, turning off the water and grabbing my towel. By the time I was wrapped up and had opened the door, he was gone. “Damn,” I whispered. I walked, dripping, back into the bedroom. Morgan was relaxing on her bed. “Good morning,” she said. “Hey,” I sighed, grabbing some clothes from my suitcase and looking at her. “You like Billie, right?” “No!” she exclaimed. “Why would you think such a thing?” I arched my eyebrow at her. “Okay, maybe a little,” she confessed. “I have good news.” “What?” she asked. “He likes you too.” I smiled at headed toward the bathroom so I could change. “You heard him last night. He thinks Karla’s hottest!” she whined. “Apparently he likes you best, though. He told me so in the shower this morning,” I sighed. “YOU WERE IN THE SHOWER WITH BILLIE?” Morgan screamed, leaping off her bed. “No…he was in the shower and I was waiting to use it,” I laughed. “We were talking. I wasn’t in the shower with him.” “Good,” she sighed. “Because then I’d have to kill you.” “Why would you have to kill Dori?” Tre asked, coming into the room and looking at me. “You little fucker,” I said as soon as I spotted him. “You dumped cold water on me!” “He did?” Morgan asked, seeming interested. “Yes,” I said. “Don’t hurt me,” Tre wined. “I have to go get dressed,” I said. “Don’t bother me while I’m doing that, or else I will hurt you.” After getting dressed, I went into the kitchen and had a bowl of cereal with Karla, who was complaining about how badly HJ snores. I just nodded and laughed occasionally, then she asked me something. “Do you think Mike likes me?” “I don’t know,” I said. “Why?” “Well, I can trust you, right?” “Yeah,” I said. She looked around to see if there were any cameras around. I couldn’t see any, but that didn’t mean they weren’t there. “I really like him,” she said, blushing a bit. “Really?” I said. “Yeah,” she sighed. “And I mean, that worries me, cause I think Billie might like me.” “Billie likes Morgan,” I informed her. “No way!” she laughed. “Really? I never would’ve guessed.” “Him bribing her to take off her top wasn’t a clue?” “Good point,” she laughed. Just then, Billie stepped into the room and we both shut up. “Were you talking about me?” he asked. “No,” I lied. “Okay,” he said, grabbing a bagel off the counter and taking a bite out of it. “So, what are the plans for today?” “Probably to keep getting settled in,” Karla said, tossing her hair. “Sounds like fun,” said Mike as he entered the kitchen. Karla’s face seemed to brighten up at his arrival. I smirked a bit, but didn’t say anything. “THAT HURT!” Morgan yelled as she entered the kitchen, Tre tailing close behind. “He hit me in the forehead,” she complained. “I didn’t mean to,” he said, shrugging. “I opened the door right into her.” “Ow,” I said, flinching. “Tell me about it,” Morgan whined, slumping in a chair. “Can someone get me some ice?
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Post by Kill on Jul 7, 2005 2:06:15 GMT -5
Ouch. I feel 4 myself. lol
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 11:51:06 GMT -5
Part 5 “You guys want to go out tonight or something?” asked Billie, who was stretched out across the couch in the living room. “Sure,” Tre sighed. “Where to?” “Gilman?” “Nah,” Mike sighed. “We have to pick some place that everyone would enjoy. What about that club on 81st?” “There’s a club on 81st?” asked Tre, scratching his head. “Whatever you guys decide on is fine with me,” I said, wandering up the stairs to the exclusive telephone room. I knew that they would be recording both ends of the conversation as I talked, but I didn’t really care. I picked up the phone and called my mom. “Hello?” she said. “Hey, Mom.” “Dori! Hey! How’s the house?” “Huge,” I laughed. “It’s amazing. And my roommates are almost as weird as I am.” “Wow,” said my mother, seeming impressed by this. “Tell me about them.” “Well, there’s Morgan. She’s pretty cool, and I guess she’s my best friend so far. And then there’s Tre. He’s really crazy, but hilariously funny. All my roommates have a pretty good sense of humor. Then there’s HJ. He’s nice, but you don’t have to worry about any relationship drama between me and him.” “He’s gay, huh?” she asked. “Yup,” I sighed. “Then there’s Karla. I don’t really know her all that well, but she’s pretty cool. Kind of a smartass. Billie, he’s a little weird, but not any more so than Tre. And Mike. He’s pretty cool.” “So, who do you like?” she asked. “Mom!” I said, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. I was kind of expecting the question, though. “Nobody, yet.” The conversation with my mom carried on for the next ten minutes before one of the camera men gave me a signal to wrap it up, so I did. I headed down the stairs and was greeted by Tre, who had apparently been sent to go get me. “We’ve decided where we’re going tonight,” he announced. “Where?” I asked. He named some club I had never heard of and I just nodded, hoping it wasn’t some shitty place. I was never really one for wild partying, but I knew that was why I was on this show; to get drunk and make a fool out of myself. “We’re going to hang out in the hot tub again,” he said. “Want to join us?” “Nah, I’m fine,” I said. “I’m really tired and kind of hungover.” “Please,” he begged, putting on the most pathetic face I’d ever seen. “It won’t be any fun without you.” “Sure it will,” I said. “Billie will pay Morgan to take off her top again, you’ll all get drunk, and suddenly everything will seem fun.” “Come on, Dori,” he said. “You know you want to.” “Fine,” I sighed, exasperated. “Let me go change.” Tre pumped his fist in the air and whispered, “YES!” I laughed and continued up to the room, where I quickly slipped on my bathing suit, then walked down the stairs. Tre was hanging out in the kitchen in his trunks, then looked over and smiled at me. “Is that a different suit from the one you wore last night?” “Yeah,” I said, kind of surprised he had noticed. “I like that one better,” he said. “I do too. Now let’s get in the hot tub.” This time, I managed to get a corner before Mike and Billie arrived. HJ promptly plopped himself in Karla’s lap, but she didn’t really seem to mind. “That’s not fair,” Billie said. “Where am I supposed to sit?” “My lap’s available,” Morgan said, mimicking Tre. Billie put his fiendish smirk back on his face and climbed into the tub, placing himself on Morgan’s lap. She made all sorts of bizarre faces at me over Billie’s shoulder, but whenever he’d turn around she looked normal. “What about me?” Mike asked. “I don’t want to sit in anybody’s lap.” “Here,” I sighed, moving so Mike could have my corner. Karla threw me a look that said “thank you”, since I had been in the corner closest to her. “Can I sit here?” I asked Tre, gesturing to his lap. “Be my guest,” he said. The next few hours were pretty fun. Billie would get in and out of the hot tub, making his special mix for all of us. And as we got more and more drunk, the less and less we all wanted to go clubbing. “How about we go tomorrow night?” Karla asked. “I mean, I really don’t want to go clubbing when I’m already drunk.” “Me neither,” Morgan sighed. “Let’s stay in one more night. Then I want to explore Oakland!” “Wooo!” I screamed, feeling drunker than I probably was. Tre laughed. He was pretty drunk as well. I wondered what it was that was in this stuff. Everyone else started talking, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was off in some other world, where my attention span was even shorter than normal. “Dori?” Tre whispered in my ear. “Huh?” I turned around on his lap so I was facing him. “D’you like me?” His eyes were half shut, and he looked more stoned than drunk. I blinked at him for a second. “I guess,” I said. “That’s cool, cause I like you too.” “Cool,” I said, casually tossing it off as if I didn’t care. Then he kissed me again, only this time it wasn’t a dare, and it lasted a lot longer than a minute. I could hear Morgan talking about us kissing, but I didn’t really care. I knew the cameras were having a field day, filming as much of this as possible. But whatever. “I’m going to bed,” Karla announced. I pulled away from Tre long enough to say, “Good night.” I turned back around so I was facing everyone else, and I felt Tre’s arms wrap around my waist. Of all the people in the house, I thought Tre and I were the least likely to hook up. Yet here we were. But he was drunk. What if he didn’t remember any of this tomorrow? Would I be heartbroken?
I woke up the next morning with the feeling of someone next to me. I jumped a little, then rolled over. I was laying on my bed…with Tre next to me. Why was he in my bed? Had something happened? I looked under the sheets to see that we were still in our bathing suits, which was a slight relief. I watched him sleep for a second, then slipped out of the bed as carefully as I could. Morgan was asleep in her bed, wrapped in the blankets. I tip-toed out of the room and down the stairs, where HJ sat at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. “Hey,” he said, looking up at me. “Is anybody else up?” “I don’t think so,” I said, shrugging. I poured myself a cup of coffee, loaded it with cream and sugar, then sat down next to him. “So, what do you think of the relationships in this house? I mean, besides you and Tre.” “I don’t even know what’s going on with me and Tre,” I sighed. “Maybe it was just some drunken thing and there is no relationship. I’ll have to talk to him about it.” “Then let’s talk about other people,” he said, laughing. “Do you think Morgan and Billie will hook up?” “Most likely,” I said. I still have no idea why he said he thought Karla was hottest if he likes Morgan. “Because he bases it off of more than just appearances, which is a good thing. I mean, if he liked Morgan just because he thought she was hot, then they’d have nothing,” he said pointedly. “Yeah,” I agreed. “What about Karla and Mike? She really likes him.” “Really?” he asked. “Cause I kind of thought she liked Billie. Well, that makes it really simple if you and Tre are together, Morgan and Billie get together, and Karla and Mike hook up. No drama there.” I could almost feel the producers cringing as HJ said that. “What about you, though?” I asked. “Don’t worry about me,” he sighed. “I have a boyfriend anyway.” “Really? What’s his name?” HJ proceeded to tell me about his boyfriend, a guy in San Diego named Joe, who was an architect. He was in the process of telling me about this when Tre entered the kitchen. He walked up behind me, placed his hands on my waist and kissed my forehead. “Good morning,” he said, walking to the counter and pouring some coffee. Apparently our relationship was more than just some drunken fling.
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Post by whatsername on Jul 7, 2005 13:22:08 GMT -5
heh heh heh, i'm a smartass. awesome story, keep going!!
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 13:50:05 GMT -5
Part 6 I sat in the confessional, staring at the camera attached to the wall, and I felt like I was going to throw up. For some reason, the fact that I was all alone, about to tell my troubles to a camera in a wall, made me feel even more nervous. “I don’t know what’s going on with me and Tre,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I kind of thought that maybe, I don’t know, we didn’t really have a relationship. That it was just a drunken hot tub make out fest. But what if it’s more than that? How the fuck am I supposed to ask him that kind of question? I guess I’m making things a lot more dramatic than I have to. Oh well. We get to find out our job today, so that should take my mind off of it.” I sighed, getting up and leaving the confessional, regretting even going in there in the first place. It had done nothing but upset me, but it was too late to undo what I had said. But it wasn’t like I had said anything horrible. At least not really. By the time I got to the living room, everyone was awake and talking. “I’m from Maryland,” Karla was sighing. “There is nothing interesting there.” “Florida’s not exactly thrilling either,” I grunted. Everyone looked up at me, just noticing that I was no longer in the confessional. “When you’re not at the beach or a theme park, there’s nothing around but strip malls and old people.” “There’s nothing in Maryland but history,” Karla retorted. I snorted. “Same with Pennsylvania,” Morgan groaned, then gestured to all the guys. “California’s such a huge, diverse state. You’re lucky you got to grow up here.” “Yeah,” Mike sighed. “I guess we are.” I threw myself on the couch next to Tre, and he slipped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me back so that I was leaning on his chest. “Are you guys…a couple?” Morgan asked. I didn’t answer. I wasn’t exactly sure what to say. “I guess,” Tre said, sounding as confused as I felt. I felt a little relieved at his confusion. “I don’t know. Are we?” “I have no clue,” I said, shrugged. Everyone started laughing, as if this were some hilarious matter. As everyone laughed, Tre whispered in my ear, “Do you want to be?” “Yeah,” I said. “That would be good.” The woman in the business suit, named Melissa, then came out and told us that she was glad things in the house were going so well, although I could tell she wanted more drama. She then announced that there was a car waiting outside for us so that we could go to work. We all pranced outside and sat in the car. “I wonder what we’ll have to do,” Morgan wondered, staring out the window. “I don’t know,” Karla said. “Maybe it’ll be something cool.” “I hope so,” Mike sighed. “I don’t like working at all, so if I have to work, it better be an awesome job.” I laughed. “Whatever it is, it’ll beat the shit out of my old job.” “What’d you do?” asked Karla. “I was a waitress,” I said. “And I got in trouble for everything. I pierced my lip and they told me I had to take it out. I dyed black streaks in my hair, and they said I couldn’t have my hair distracting or something. There was a really strict dress code, too. I couldn’t wear these.” I pulled at my black and red striped tights that I was sporting. “And when I found out that I was going to be on the Real World and had to quit my job, I went in there and annoyed the hell out of my boss. When he threatened to fire me, I told him that I fucking quit because I was going to be on the Real World.” Billie laughed. “Sounds like something I would do,” he said. “Here we are,” the driver suddenly announced, and we stepped outside to see a large building. “Where is ‘here’ exactly?” asked Karla. “Amplified clothing headquarters,” the driver said. “Clothes?” repeated Mike. “Are we modeling or something?” “You’re going to do all sorts of different things for the company,” said the driver, leading us into the building. “You’ll be modeling, sewing, designing, working with advertising, and other stuff like that.” “Awesome,” I whispered. I had a soft spot for clothes and designing. “This should be fun,” Tre said, looking around the building at the fancy modern art it contained. He slipped his arm around my waist and held me close, as if he was scared or something. “THIS IS SO COOL!” Morgan shouted, and the receptionist at the front desk looked up at us. “You must be the Real World group,” she said. “Please wait a second. And don’t touch anything.” I saw Mike holding up a small statue, which he immediately put down. “HELLO!” boomed a voice suddenly, and we all looked up. There stood a bald guy, in his late twenties. He wore a black shirt and a pair of tattered jeans. “I’m Alec Parsons, owner and head designer here at Amplified Clothing. And for the next five months, you guys will be working for me!” “Hooray,” Billie muttered sarcastically. “Come this way,” Alec directed. We followed him up some stairs and into a large room where people were designing clothes. “Here you go,” he said, pointing to a large stack of black binders. “Go through them and pick three outfits each. Remove them from the binders and bring them to me. Those outfits you pick will be the outfits you model in your first photo shoot.” “These are amazing,” Morgan said. She was already flipping through the pages. “I want this one!” Karla screamed pointing to a slinky green dress. I grabbed a binder and started flipping through it. “I should model this one,” Tre said, showing me a very skimpy bikini. “I can see you in that,” I laughed, already enjoying my new job.
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 15:21:57 GMT -5
Part 7 “Okay,” Alec sighed, looking at us all. We stood in a line, the three outfits in our hands. “I want for you to take these into the room next door. Someone will help each of you individually, taking the outfits and taking your measurements. Today’s a pretty basic day. When you return tomorrow, your outfits will be ready and you will model.” “Sounds pretty basic,” Karla said as we walked to the room next door. No sooner had I walked in the door that a woman rushed over to me, pried the papers out of my hand and pressed a measuring tape around my waist. I looked over at Tre, who was being measured as well. He smiled at me and reached over to grab my hand. “Stop moving!” snapped the woman who was measuring him. He smirked and I giggled. “Stop it you guys,” Morgan complained. “You’re making me sick.” I laughed. “Sorry,” I apologized, although I knew she wished that Billie was reaching over to grab her hand. I looked over at Billie, who looked uncomfortable as some woman was measuring the length of his pants. He was staring at Morgan, but she didn’t seem to notice. I turned to Karla, half expecting for her to be gazing at Mike. But she wasn’t. She looked bored out of her mind and was busily humming some song. Mike was fidgeting, and the woman measuring him looked pissed. HJ was staring at Mike. I wondered if maybe HJ liked Mike, even if he did have a boyfriend. We sat in the car on the way home, debating where we would go that night. “We’re going somewhere tonight, no matter what,” Morgan confirmed. “Even if we’re really drunk when we leave. We’re not having another night in.” “Okay,” I agreed. “So, what was that place we were going to go to last night?” “The Palace,” Mike said. “I’m not much for dancing clubs, but as far as they run, that one’s pretty cool.” “Then to the Palace we’ll go,” I said, curling up in my seat and staring out the window as we approached the house.
We walked the entire way to the Palace. I wore what I guessed could be considered club attire; a black skirt, a red halter top, too much eyeliner and a pair of black platforms that made me a little taller than Tre. The shoes were killing my feet by the time we got there. We headed inside and I was instantly hit with the smell of booze and sweat, a smell that seemed to haunt every club, no matter what. Tre slipped his arm around my waist again and whispered in my ear over the loud music, “You want a drink or something?” “No thanks,” I said, and he nodded. Morgan and Billie were already dancing, smashed onto the dancefloor with about 200 other people. I looked at them and laughed. Morgan was taking her dancing very seriously, but Billie was over-emphasizing every move. Mike snorted at the sight of them. HJ was over at the bar, drinking already and flirting with some guy. What about this boyfriend he had told me about? Had he already forgotten him? I hated when people cheated on their significant others. It just made me really mad, and I wasn’t sure why. “You sure you don’t want anything to drink?” Tre asked. “Positive,” I nodded, and Tre shrugged before heading over to the bar. I spotted Karla dancing near Billie and Morgan. She was sandwiched between two guys (both of whom were pretty hot). “Alright Karla,” I cheered, not loud enough for her to hear it, though. I hated clubs, too. Probably because I hated dancing. I guess I’m just a negative person who hates too many things. But the night flew by. By the time I was ready to leave, Mike and I were the only ones not drunk. Billie had retreated to the bathroom about eight times so he could throw up. Morgan was complaining about how she felt sick. Karla was flirting with some guy who was obviously more interested in some other girl than her. Tre just leaned on me, drinking and laughing about things that weren’t even funny. And HJ was nowhere to be found. “Where the hell is HJ?” I asked, looking around. “Last time I saw him, he was at the bar,” Mike said, scanning the area. “Occupy Tre for a second,” I directed to Mike, heading outside the club. Almost as if I had an radar, I headed to the back of the building. Sure enough, there was HJ, all over this guy he had met at the bar. “Oh my God,” I whispered, and HJ looked up. “What about Joe?” “What about him?” HJ asked. “Who’s Joe?” asked the guy, looking at me with a confused expression. ‘HJ’s boyfriend,” I said, staring at him. “You have a boyfriend?” the guy asked, shoving HJ off of him. I saw the cameras watching from a safe distance out of the corner of my eye. He jumped up and ran off. “You had to ruin it, didn’t you?” HJ demanded, staring at me. “I got somebody interested and you have to fucking ruin in!” He slammed his foot down on my toes, which hurt already from the shoes. “Ow!” I yelled. “I was fucking helping you. You’re in a relationship! Don’t fuck that up. This is going to be on TV, you know. Joe will see all of this. If you think he’ll forgive you for it, you’re probably wrong.” “Don’t tell me about something you know nothing about!” he screamed, and walked off heading back towards the house. “You guys have fun!” he yelled. “HJ! Come back,” I called, feeling bad. “Leave me alone,” he said. At first I was worried, but then I saw the cameras following him and realized they wouldn’t let anything really bad happen to him. I went back inside, incredibly stressed. “Did you find him?” Mike asked. I nodded and told him the whole story. “He has a boyfriend?” Tre asked once I finished. “Who knew?”
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Post by suicideXmakeover on Jul 7, 2005 17:36:13 GMT -5
Part 8 “Dori, go to bed,” Morgan said. She leaned in the doorway of the telephone room, where I sat waiting for the phone to ring. “I can’t. Not until HJ comes home. God, this is all my fault,” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. “No it’s not,” she said, sitting next to me on the couch. “You were doing the right thing. I mean, he’s cheating on whats-his-face.” “Joe,” I said. “Right, Joe. He’s cheating on Joe, and he deserves to know that what he’s doing is wrong.” Morgan set her hand on my shoulder. “Tre’s really worried about you. You shouldn’t be this worried. There are people with cameras watching him. I’m sure if he did anything life threatening, they would interfere.” All of the sudden, the phone rang. I snatched it off the hook and lifted it to my ear. “Hello?” “Hi, is this the house where HJ lives?” asked a male voice on the other end. “Yeah,” I said. “This is Joe. He just called me from the police office down there.” “Oh my God,” I whispered. “What happened?” “He got caught in the process of trafficking drugs,” Joe said. “HJ IS A DRUG DEALER?” I asked. At this, Morgan jumped and stared at me. She mouthed the words, “Oh my gosh” as I continued listening. “Yeah,” Joe said. “I thought I should call you guys and let you all know. I guess the people in charge of the show will tell you what’s going on now, since it doesn’t look like HJ will be returning to the house.” “Oh shit,” I whispered. “Well, thanks for calling Joe. Sorry about all that’s happening.” I wanted to tell Joe about HJ cheating on him, but it wasn’t the time. He’d find out eventually. “It’s okay,” Joe said. “Thanks.” Then he hung up. I put the phone down and looked at Morgan. “What happened?” she asked. “HJ was caught in the process of trafficking drugs,” I said. “He’s been arrested and it’s not likely that he’ll be coming back here.” “Oh,” she whispered. “Should we tell everyone else?” “Tomorrow,” I said.
But we didn’t have the chance to tell everyone. I was woken up at about six in the morning by Melissa, who told us that we were having a meeting in the living room. Once everyone was gathered there, she announced that HJ was now in prison for selling cocaine a few blocks from our house. Apparently he would be there a couple of years, meaning he wouldn’t be returning to the house. His sister would be by later that night to pick up his belongings. “Nothing like this has ever happened on the Real World before,” Melissa said. “I mean, we’ve had to deal with people going off to rehab, or spending a couple of nights in jail, but nothing like this. And we had three options. We could either stop filming the show and send you guys home, or we could go on with only six people, or we could replace HJ. We picked the last option. Your new roommate will be arriving tomorrow.” We all looked at each other. We had formed something of a pact between the seven of us, and a new person would just make it confusing. But we knew we had no say in this, so we just nodded. The rest of the day felt kind of melancholy, seeing as how HJ wasn’t with us. We returned to work, where our outfits were. I slipped on the first outfit, and we all had makeup and hair done. We modeled against a plain white backdrop, following the instructions given to us by the photographer. I had never been much for cameras, so this was probably going to be my least favorite part of the job. Plus I felt guilty about HJ, and I guess I showed, since Karla kept telling me to forget about him. I finally finished modeling. I was the last girl to model, so they began the guys with Mike. I watched as Mike struggled to follow the orders of the photographer. I laughed at him and he turned, pointing at me. “Shut up,” he said, and the photographer took a shot of him pointing. “I think that was the best shot I’ve gotten of you so far,” he commented. Mike blushed a bit and looked at me. I just smiled. Tre was next. He goofed off a lot, making me laugh more than everyone else. The photographer shook his head but took the shots anyway, laughing as well. “He’s really nice,” Karla said to me. “You’re lucky that you’re with him. I don’t think Mike even likes me.” “You never know,” I said. “What if he does?” “I don’t know,” she said. “I really don’t.” We watched Tre be crazy for a while before it was Billie’s turn. As Billie modeled (he tried to work the emo look by shoving his hands in his pockets and staring at the floor), Morgan chanted, “WORK IT, BABY!” at him. Finally, the photographer got so annoyed with her that he said she could “shut up or get your ass out of here”. She shut up. We finally got back home, just ten minutes before HJ’s sister arrived. Her name was Amanda. She looked kind of sorrowful and apologized for her brother’s behavior. I went into the bedroom behind her as she gathered his things. “I know he’ll hate me even more for telling you this, but he was cheating on Joe,” I said to her. “Joe?” she repeated. “Yeah,” I sighed. “Who’s Joe?” “His boyfriend,” I said. Oh shit, I had done something stupid. I knew it already. “Wait, HJ’s gay?” she asked. “Shit, you didn’t know?” “No,” she whispered. “Oh my God.” “I’m so sorry. I thought you knew!” I clasped my hands over my mouth and walked over to her. “Thanks for telling me,” she said, but she wasn’t sarcastic or anything. “He never would’ve told me.” “I feel so awful now. He’s going to hate me,” I said. “Don’t worry about him,” she said. “He’s apparently a cheating drug dealer. Not someone you normally feel bad for.” “Are you okay?” I asked. “I’m fine,” she said, zipping up his suitcase. “I’m going to go check the bathroom and see if any of his stuff’s in there. I’m sorry you had to put up with him.” “Don’t be,” I said. “He was nice.” “Don’t lie,” she said, then left the room. I sat down on the nearest bed, which I guessed was Karla’s since it had a pair of her pants laying across it. I had ruined everything. This was all my fault. I wondered what they would do if I committed suicide. That would be another Real World first. But I didn’t plan on it. I got up and headed into my bedroom. Tre was sitting on his bed. “Hey,” he said, getting up and walking over to me, planting a kiss on my lips. “What’s wrong?” I hadn’t even realized I was crying. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and looked at him. “She didn’t know he was gay.” “Who?” “His sister,” I said. “She didn’t know he was gay and I told her. He’s going to hate me so much.” “Don’t worry about what he thinks,” Tre said. “It doesn’t matter, okay? Everything will be fine.”
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