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Tyler only saw him because he had dropped the ball and was chasing after it. Unfortunately, it was too late and he had already run into the person at full speed, knocking them both down. “Oww,” Tyler groaned, feeling as if he had hit a brick wall.

“Get off me,” growled the man beneath him. “I’m kind of late for a meeting so I need to go.”

“Sorry,” Tyler said, getting up before he looked again. “OH MY GOD!” He suddenly screamed. “You’re Alejandro!” Alejandro stood up and dusted the dirt off his pants.

“Do I know you?” he asked, tone tightly controlled but the impatience was too much and a glimpse of it leaked through. Tyler ignored it though as his mouth flopped open and shut like a fish. “Okay, I might come back when your brain works, I really need to go…” Alejandro started before Tyler grabbed onto him.

“Wait, don’t go! I’m like, one of your biggest fans! Your videos are amazing and we’ve even chatted online a couple of times!” Alejandro paused. Now he was interested because he only talked to a few of his fans who had contributed to his donation box or gave gifts.

“Which one are you?” Alejandro asked.

“TySuperJock6” Tyler said.

“Oh, it’s you! I’m still surprised we never talked face to face before. Since you’re one of my biggest fans, and donor I might add, I would have thought you’d be interested in meeting long before now.”

“I uh…got nervous,” Tyler cast his eyes down and shuffled awkwardly. “You’re like…my idol. I’ve followed all your works, shows, games, and more. Almost from the very beginning.” Alejandro nodded.

“Yeah, I noticed your comments. You flatter me far too much.” Alejandro grinned, flexing his muscles. “But really, I don’t mind. I love them and you’re my best contributor. So how about this, I am late for a meeting but after it’s done I can meet you for a bit. I’m in town for a few days so why don’t we hang out? It’s only fair I treat you like the way you’ve been treating me with those gifts. The protein powders and supplements were very helpful as are the rather large anonymous donations of cash into my funds. That is you right?”

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Tyler asked.

“Simple. I had no idea who would help pay the large entrée fee for my contests other than the very generous fan who gets me a ton of other gifts. My sponsors don’t send anonymous sums of cash and of course there’s strings attached like representing them and their products and speaking good about them. I don’t mind of course since it pays well and their products generally are good but they don’t pay as much for the bodybuilding side.”

“Oh uh, you’re welcome,” Tyler blushed.

“So meet me at 5 and we’ll go out to dinner, my treat,” Alejandro said. “I want to thank you some way for all the support you’ve given for the past couple years. It’s always been a pleasure receiving the cash needed to compete. Without donations like yours, I would have never been able to get as far into the modeling, bodybuilding, reality show business.” Alejandro nodded his head towards Tyler. “See you later.” With that Alejandro walked away, leaving Tyler standing there speechless. Did that really just happen? Did he actually just meet Alejandro Burromuerto, the male fitness model, junior bodybuilder, and his all time favorite reality competitor in person? He almost worried it was a dream until a voice called out to him.

“Bring the ball back already you stupid clumsy oaf!” There was widespread laughter in agreement following Geoff’s comment and Tyler’s ears burned. Slouching lower, he slunk his way back and handed the ball over to Geoff, withdrawing into himself as he heard what the rest of the team said about him and his performance. “Go back to serving water, it’s all your good for anyways.” Tyler was on a junior league division team, sort of. He got to be their water boy anyways. His dad considered it a favor although Tyler thought it was hell, since although he knew just about everything there was about sports, he simply couldn’t play. It was the weirdest thing and one would have thought that surely Tyler could have at least been able to play something to some degree. He had the body for it, he trained with the team, he helped plan their strategies even though he was never given credit for it, but as soon as a ball was put into his hands, Tyler had the unique ability to fuck everything up. Tyler even wondered if he was cursed because he had the worst sense of balance and timing. He ran into people, he tripped, he ran the wrong way, he passed to the other team, he hit people on his own team by accident, and there was that wonderful time he accidentally caused two of the team members to be carried away on stretchers and they almost had to withdraw from the league tournament. The only thing that saved Tyler from being metaphorically (and possibly literally) crucified was his dad being the owner of this particular team and having influence in the sports community and with the coaches. He was obviously taken off active play but now he gets the honor of being the team’s whipping boy when his dad wasn’t around. Sometimes even in front of his dad who didn’t really care unless it might impact his image.

So he wasn’t a particular fan of sports anymore, especially if they had anything to do with balls which was almost all of them. He did discover that chess was more interesting than he thought although he also couldn’t play it and it made his head hurt. It tied with golf for most boring to watch for him if it was taking slow, but watching speed chess and people moving really quickly in elaborate traps was actually really fascinating. He had also discovered something else, or rather someone else: Alejandro Burromuerto.

Alejandro was one of the many people who put out videos on the internet, showing off strength and talents and will do certain types of videos for amusement and fan appreciation, as well as offering individual private videos for money. Tyler bought a few and private showings but never a naked video, though there were a couple (many) times he had considered and almost did. Tyler didn’t because he worried about what would happen if someone else discover he had such videos and also, it wasn’t really needed. He had all of Alejandro’s past seasons participating in reality shows like Total Drama on dvd and when Alejandro wore tight clothes or just short-shorts or that speedo, it was pretty apparent. It was certainly big enough to excite him.

Alejandro did almost everything but literal porn, although Tyler was certain that all of them were certainly inching that direction in their own way. He did workout videos, model poses, muscle worship, and also catered to various kinks such as giant domination, feet worship, vore, food-stuffing, water-inflation (Alejandro frankly refused to do air with a pump though), belly-button worship, occasional burping (not his greatest strength, but not awful, he was way better than Tyler anyways), very occasional m-preg, etc. He refused to do the really gross stuff though which caused Tyler to wonder what he meant until he looked some of it up. It had taken only seconds before Tyler had been grossed out too and wondering just what the hell was wrong with some people that they were into that shit.

Tyler loved just about every video though and was so impressed that he certainly sent a lot of donations in. It was worth every penny really and even better he paid for it with his dad’s credit card. His dad never checked the transactions on it and had a lot of money so Tyler was well set. It was amazing watching Alejandro progress these last three years and if he couldn’t have success, he was glad someone else that was actually likeable to him did. When Tyler heard someone else yell for him again, Tyler grumbled and went back to work. Ungrateful bastards, he may have sucked at playing and did almost cost them the championship last season, but they could be a little nicer and more appreciative of the things he did for them.

A couple hours later, practice was over and Tyler was heading home when all of a sudden a car pulled up alongside the curb next to him. “Get in, I did say I was going to treat you to dinner,” Alejandro called out.

“I thought you had forgotten,” Tyler mumbled, surprised. It was 5:30 and he thought Alejandro was a no-show. It had hurt a bit but it wouldn’t have exactly been a surprise if it happened though. The guy was a busy celebrity and probably had people wanting to meet him all the time.

“Business took longer than I thought but hey, I promised so I’m here. Is there anything in particular you like?”

“Anything is good really. So um, what exactly is this? Is this some sort of thank you or like what?” Tyler had to be sure to not get any stupid thoughts of this being anything more than a gratitude gesture, which he had never expected but was very happy to receive.

“Whatever you want it to be: a date, a dinner with a friend, a thank-you for everything…any of those I’m good with.” Tyler stared at Alejandro, thinking he misheard.

“What?”

“A date, dinner between friends…” Alejandro repeated.

“I thought you said that, I just thought I misheard you. What do you mean by ‘date?’”

“Exactly what I mean. I think you’re attractive, you clearly think I am, you helped sponsor me from the very beginning and seem like one of the nicest guys I ever met in our online dealings, and I really want to give something back. So you know though, anything we do is more than a favor since you really do look hot that I’d fuck you even if I didn’t owe you anything.” Tyler wouldn’t have ordinarily believed someone saying something like that because although he was attractive, anybody who spent more than a couple minutes with him inevitably backed out or found someone less clumsy once they knew who he was, but there was a certain intensity in Alejandro’s tone and the way that Alejandro was giving him heavy glances that made it seem true. Tyler wasn’t sure which was scarier, having nobody like him, or having somebody who was a true Adonis god-incarnate sort of type into him.

“Um…wow…did not expect that,” Tyler laughed weakly. “I don’t know what to say.” Alejandro lifted his eyebrows.

“You are much more eloquent online. You sent me that rather vivid description of what you wanted to do with me online. Of course, I get people’s fantasies a lot and enjoy them all, but some of yours were utterly brilliant. I mean, just the way you were going to strip me down and have me on my knees, head between your legs and sucking your-” Tyler flushed red in embarrassment.

“I-I know, but as silly as it might seem to you, please don’t talk about it out loud. I just don’t want to hear it out loud.” Alejandro shrugged.

“Okay then. I just thought it was very good, especially the parts that come later. I don’t usually bottom but it sure sounded fun the way you described it. Now I wonder have you even had sex before?”

“I actually have,” Tyler said defensively. “A couple times anyways.” Alejandro made a humming as he tapped his fingers against his chin.

“I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed. You’re not as exciting as some of your stories lead me to believe but at the same time, you are still highly attractive. Plus, you still are one of my biggest fans and donors and you did support me from the very beginning. Well then, I’ll leave the choice of what we do up to you. If you just want dinner, or want me to perform, or even want me to rock your world I’m down with it all.” Tyler wasn’t sure how he felt. His celebrity-crush-idol-god-fantasy was offering him what he always fantasized and dreamed about but now that it was actually happening he was feeling all in knots. He was torn between screaming yes and screaming he wasn’t worthy and jumping out of the car and running away. Of course, he’d look foolish if he did so, not to mention they were still driving around, but he didn’t want to disappoint Alejandro. Alejandro clearly had tons of experience given how straightforward and ready to talk about it he was while Tyler while not a complete virgin (thank god he praised. This would have been even worse otherwise), was still lacking and even the very subject was making him blush to talk about. It was so much easier for him to write about under the cover of anonymity. He’d explode of embarrassment if anyone actually knew it was him who wrote those things.

“Um…let’s just see about dinner first,” Tyler said awkwardly. He could do dinner right? Of course he could.

“Okay then. What do you want to eat?” Alejandro returned to the first question.

“I don’t know,” Tyler shrugged. “Anything is good with me.”

“I guess we’ll go to that Italian buffet then, I’m in the mood for a ton of noodles tonight,” Alejandro said.

“The one off Main Street where you take two lefts, go right, and down onto Pine?” Tyler asked.

“Umm, yeah? I guess?” Alejandro said. “I know it is off Main Street and I guess you do that.”

“They have amazing food there,” Tyler said excitedly.

“Good to know. Hey, weren’t you the one who recommended it that one time on one of my bloating videos if I should ever come around this area? I think you were.”

“You’re right! I kind of forgot that. Well, now you finally get to go.” Tyler remembered it very well now though. They made the turn into Pine Street and stopped in front of the Drunken Noodle.

“Here we are,” Alejandro said, opening the door for Tyler to get out. “As you know, I’ve been starving all day as well as the last couple weeks getting cut and ready for a bodybuilding contest that took place a couple days ago. I’ll probably be uploading the film footage to my channel shortly. Anyways, I won which is amazing. Now I’m going to celebrate by eating like crazy so don’t be surprised.”

“I watch the channel,” Tyler said confused. “I wouldn’t be surprised and think it’s really hot.” Alejandro winked.

“I know, just giving you a heads up. You always wished to be nearby in person to watch me stuff myself and become bigger and being able to place your hands on my bloated gut and rub it better, listening to it gurgle and digest, me groaning and panting under your loving care. Let’s just say, be prepared for that to happen tonight.” He laughed at seeing the expression on Tyler’s face. “There we go! That’s what I wanted to see on your face TySuperJock6. That look of pure desire and appreciation! You look like a man on a mission, all determined. I might be able to have fun with you after all.”

Alejandro headed in and Tyler followed in after him, excited by what was going to happen. Alejandro didn’t disappoint, bring back absolutely loaded plates of pasta dishes, trying about everything laid out. While Tyler started off small with a plate of linguini, he watched as Alejandro dug into his food with gusto. There is always something beautiful and erotic in the way people eat food that they enjoy and Alejandro made muffled noises of excitement while chewing. Between bites, Alejandro explained the cutting process for the show although Tyler was familiar. In order to get rid of as much excess fat as possible, Alejandro had gone through a very restricted diet that went down to water, salad, fruit, and tons of lean protein in chicken and fish with rice and other sources that after a while can become very boring if one doesn’t get creative. Tyler was very familiar with the process and had done it a couple of times himself with the players when he had actually played. It made sense but it was still a pain in the butt and a very bland boring diet. Keeping abs and a low body-fat percentage is annoyingly hard work. Unless one is extremely hard-core, just about everyone looks forward to the day cutting could end and it was a problem that most people tend to over-compensate if they aren’t careful. It was a problem of any diet, but especially for those who are just plain trying to lose weight.

Fortunately, it doesn’t matter so much to people who love size. Tyler was appreciative of Alejandro’s extremely defined abs and lean waist. He also loved the bulking videos where Alejandro ate anything and everything without giving a damn about calorie-counting. Tyler wished he himself had that attitude in everything like for once sticking up for himself against his dad, the coaches, all the people who treated him like crap on the team, etc. Now bulking isn’t necessarily pure lard fat, that was unattractive to Tyler though other people can and do find that attractive and he believed power to them if they liked that, but for size and power the effects were phenomenal. It is an obvious adage that in most cases size=strength=power and power is good. To build the strength often requires the initial size to build off of and size requires energy and lots of it which comes from food. Tons of food in large quantity and it’s even harder if you’re already big or can eat a lot. While a clean bulk is theoretically possible to put on almost no fat while doing so, it is extremely difficult and far more expensive than eating whatever one wants. Besides, eating whatever one wants is the main draw of the bulk phase anyways because they can eat all the delicious sweet or greasy calorie laden foods they want without guilt because they need those calories for size. It certainly works and is far more effective in general anyways but more importantly, a heck of a lot more fun than eating healthy food. While it is inevitable there will be some (or a lot depending) of fat gain using that method, as long as one is actually working out, one gains muscle with it and not just fat, as well as keeping one’s health in balance.

It was hard to focus on eating when there was a person digging into their food like a starving animal right in front of you. Tyler was in awe of the sight as Alejandro sucked down noodles and smacked his lips together with each bite. He had seen it on camera but there is something even more real when seeing it in person. Tyler shifted in his seat listening to the orgasmic groans. He wasn’t sure if the noodles were that good or if Alejandro messing around and making it sound even tastier but this was ridiculous. It was embarrassing the wicked hard-on he was getting from this display and it took all his resistance to not reach down and stroke because he would not do that in a public place, he wouldn’t…

Alejandro has already finished two plates and was getting up for more noodles as well as enough pizza slices to be a whole pizza, perhaps one and a half standard pizzas due to the size of the cut slices. Sitting down, he started with the first slice of extra-cheesy pizza and Tyler winced as the appreciative noises continued. This was going to be a long night.

The commentary certainly didn’t help with Alejandro moaning and making noises of pleasure, complimenting the noodles or “this is the best cheese pizza ever,” “unff so fucking good,” “the sauce is delicious,” and so on. It was a living fantasy and one that was really pushing Tyler’s buttons and he suspected Alejandro probably knew that. Then again, Tyler had told him about it so not a big surprise he was acting it out. Somehow despite four large bowls of pasta and an entire large pizza, Alejandro was still hungry. Tyler was awestruck as Alejandro got up again, his gut pushing underneath his dress shirt as he went for a large portion of macaroni and cheese with ham bits mixed in. When he came back, he sat down with a grunt and started eating it. Tyler just watched in wonder as Alejandro still kept on going! Near the end, Alejandro noticeably started slowing down and the bites started to take time. He leaned back and groaned, eyes rolling back a little as he unbuttoned his pants and belched loud and long. That just about did it for Tyler who came at the amazing sight. Alejandro’s normally tight ripped six-pack body was away for the moment, hidden by a stretched protruding ball gut that had taken its place. He couldn’t sit up straight and was leaning back and slowly rubbing it with his hand. Tyler had just about forgotten they were in public when there was some applause that echoed throughout the room. Some of the other patrons were downright impressed and were cheering and applauding. Alejandro smiled and gave them all a thumbs up with one hand while the other rubbed his stuffed belly. A female waitress came by and asked if he was done or needed anything, her eyes on the visible mound with interest.

“I’m, urrrrppp, good,” Alejandro burped and grinned at the flush on the girl’s face as he rubbed his stomach. “The food was so delicious,” he said with a wink. She made a small gasp and quickly hurried off.

“What was that?” Tyler asked.

“Just messing around. She was sure interested as are those people over there. Anyways, you’re going to need to help me up.” Alejandro boom laughed at the expression Tyler made. “Yep I’m so…stuffed full of food that I’m going to need some help getting up and taking care of the problem.” Tyler was overawed and Alejandro had to snap his fingers to get his attention back. “Hey don’t fall asleep, let’s go.” Tyler eagerly moved over behind the bloated stud. Putting one hand under the protruding gut, he used the other arm as support as he pulled up Alejandro. It felt so amazingly warm and full and only slightly jiggled. Alejandro kept hold of his unbuttoned pants as they slowly hobbled their way out back to the car.

“Are you even good to drive?” Tyler asked. Alejandro rolled his eyes.

“No, not right now but I assume you do and that we’re going to your house.” Tyler was stunned. Oh god, Alejandro was coming to his house! Tyler was excited and drove to his father’s estate. Putting in the keycode at the gate, he waited a moment for the gates to open and drove up the long driveway. The staff were out for the night so they were going to be alone. Alejandro was impressed as he looked around the house.

“Nice place you got,” Alejandro whistled. Tyler flushed a little.

“Technically it’s my father’s but I grew up here so…yeah.” He and Alejandro made their way to a couch where he laid out and stretched, the fabric of his shirt rising, again exposing his bloated gut.

“You got a camera?” He asked and Tyler nodded. “Good, then turn it on, set it to record, and start doing the stuff you always dreamed about doing, worshipping my massive body.” Tyler quickly got the video camera out but he didn’t turn it on just yet. He went into the kitchen and started preparing a massive sundae and dabbled it with chocolate sauce, sprinkles and everything. Grabbing a spoon, he returned to the living room where Alejandro was splayed out on the couch, hand lazily rubbing his stomach. Alejandro’s eyes widened dramatically as he saw the size of the sundae.

“I hope you still have room for dessert,” Tyler said teasingly. He made his way over to the camera and turned it on and set it to record. “Because you are going to eat every bite of it.” Tyler had no idea where all this self-confidence was coming from at the moment. Usually he got nervous in front of people or on camera but for some reason, he was confident and ready tonight. Alejandro looked shocked for a moment at the commanding tone in Tyler’s voice before his mouth stretched into a full-on grin.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said.

“Take off the shirt,” Tyler commanded, getting into the role he always fantasized being but rarely was. He tried not to think too much on what was going on because if he thought about it, he might mess it up and lose the plot of where he was going with this. Alejandro playfully smirked as he slowly undid each button and inch by inch, pulled up the dress shirt, exposing the full expanse of his gut and thick beefy pecs and Tyler groaned. He wasn’t sure he could do this without being distracted with how awesome Alejandro looked, spread on the couch rubbing his gut with one hand and the other squeezing and flexing his chest muscles. “E-enough of that,” Tyler gasped. “You don’t get to touch without my permission.” Alejandro smirked as he turned up the charm.
“Or what? You’re going to spank me?” he taunted.

“No this,” Tyler said as he took the spoon, dipped it into the sundae, and after getting enough, brought it back out and shoved it into Alejandro’s mouth. Alejandro fell silent as he chewed and opened his mouth again. He winked so only Tyler could see.
“Hah! Is that all?” He cajoled. Tyler smirked and went in for a second scoop.
“Nope! There’s plenty more where that came from.” He again shoved it into Alejandro’s mouth and leaned against him, forcing him to swallow. “I’m going to make you a big fat piggy.” Alejandro licked his lips once he opened his mouth again.

“Hah, I may be full but your plan will fail here. I can take whatever you throw at me.” Tyler went in for a third scoop and shoved it into Alejandro’s mouth.

“You want to get big? I will show you big!” The exchange went on as Tyler kept spoon-feeding Alejandro who threw out insults and boasts that he could eat and handle anything. As the sundae disappeared, it was clear where it was going. His gut kept pushing outward and rounder and the boasts grew weaker. Tyler would have been concerned if Alejandro didn’t keep giving him subtle okay signs to keep going so he did. Eventually, the sundae was all gone and into Alejandro’s massively stuffed belly. Tyler had to admit, he was extremely darn impressed. Alejandro was absolutely huge, his gut distended and gurgling from his extreme binge. Alejandro burped and tried to rub at it but could no longer really lift his head to see his hands.

“Good….good job,” Alejandro burped extremely loud and long. “How’s that folks? Hope you enjoyed watching. This has been Alejandro Burromuerto, signing off.” He looked over at Tyler and nodded. Tyler blinked for a moment before he realized it meant turn off the camera. Tyler jumped up and did.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh goooooooooddddd,” Alejandro moaned as he burped and rubbed at his belly. “I didn’t know I could eat that much.”

“Neither did I,” Tyler said.

“Tyler?”

“Hmm?” Tyler looked over at him.

“Can you please help?” He pointed at his stomach and rubbed at it.

“Oh, okay got ya,” Tyler said as he placed his hands on Alejandro’s massively bloated stomach. If he thought it was full before, now it felt ridiculously hard and packed. He poked and jiggled at it but it didn’t move very far and just made Alejandro groan in pain. Once he started rubbing though, Alejandro’s moans, while still intense, turned into more pleased sounding ones.

“Oh…thank you Tyler,” he groaned. “That-UUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP-that hits the spot. You are actually really good at this.”

“Um thanks?” Tyler said.

“How would you like to help me make and even show up in my videos? I mean obviously you’re in this one but I mean as a regular?”

“I…I don’t know,” Tyler said flattered.

“Well, think about it. You are very good at this and are interesting.

“No, not really…” Tyler started.

“If you’re going to say you’re not worthy, then stop right there because you’re wrong. I admit I had almost thought you not very good earlier but after this, I say you are just as sexy and interesting as your online channel. You don’t mind if I spend the night right? I don’t think I’m going anywhere for a while.”

“No, I dare say you won’t be,” Tyler laughed. “I’ll think about it. I don’t know though, I might mess things up, just like how bad I am at sports.”

“Again, shut up and talk like the dominating alpha you are. I wouldn’t have been able to do this without your-um-generous assistance,” he moaned. “Okay, it was not the best idea however. Just keep rubbing me with your magic hands though.”

“You really think so?” Tyler asked, pleased with the compliment.

“Yes I do. Anyways, just keep watching and subscribing and don’t be surprised if I ask you to come in and do another video sometime.”

“Well, I guess if you insist…” Tyler trailed off.

“I do insist,” Alejandro grinned. “I have never quite had an experience like this.” He fell silent except for the occasional massive burp or fart as Tyler took good care of Alejandro and decided that he will take up on that offer if Alejandro was so insistent on him appearing.
Last Saturday, I graduated from College which is both exciting and terrifying. Great because a college degree is essentially needed (though some jobs shouldn't nor does college benefit all jobs but the type I'm looking for does) but now I have to figure out what I'm going to do. I probably will go to Graduate School for Psychology in probably clinical or whatever program does both research and clinical, but at the moment I have to look for opportunities and internships that take people with a B.A.. All I got to say is please be paid. Otherwise I might have to do internship and a meh low-wage job. Though, that would still be more money than I've earned working in the past.
When they exited the car, they stood in front of a decent sized three story home that stood only a few hundred meters from a lake. There tied up to a dock were some jet skis and a boat. “Dude, this is awesome!” Duncan exclaimed. “I wonder if we are the first to arrive?”

“Let’s go find out,” Alejandro said and they both rushed for the door, Alejandro squeezing in before Duncan. “Anybody home?” he called out looking around. There was silence. “I guess not,” he said.
“Let’s go claim our room!” Duncan said excitedly as he raced for the stairs. Alejandro followed behind him, amused as Duncan ran the hallway, poking his head in each room. “What about this one?” Duncan called, standing at the last one in the end.

“Okay,” Alejandro said. There wasn’t really much difference between the rooms and as far as he could tell, all of the rooms were quite adequate and similar in appearance so he didn’t really care where they slept. The main difference between this room and the others was the wall paper was this one was blue while the others were green, yellow, and pink. Dropping his bags, Alejandro sat down on the bed. Removing his shoes and socks, Duncan got on top of his bed that was opposite Alejandro’s and started jumping.

“Ooh bouncy. You got to try this out.” Alejandro rolled his eyes but got up and started jumping as well.

“Wow, you’re right. These are bouncy and very good quality beds to be supporting our weight like this.” Duncan started jumping and doing flips.

“Oh yeah, check this out!” He bounced higher and spread his legs out more.

“That’s not a very good…” Alejandro started when there was a crash and a groan. “…idea.” Alejandro finished. Duncan had overleapt and landed on the floor hard giving a loud cry of pain. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just…give me a minute.” He said clutching between his legs. They soon heard another car come up.

“Sounds like we got company, I wonder who it is? Let’s go find out.” Alejandro left the room.

“Wait for me! I-ow, am coming!” Duncan staggered up and followed. When they got down the stairs, they saw the arrival of two girls. Or, a girl and a giant. Both Alejandro and Duncan twisted their heads back to see one of the tallest girls they have ever seen who had to duck when entering the doorway.

“Damn, I wanted to arrive first,” the shorter one said. She was wearing short-shorts and a cropped tanktop which her boobs spilled out of not leaving much to the imagination. “Oh well, at least I’m no longer getting crushed.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re tall,” said Duncan to the dark skinned, almost black girl. He only came up to the bottom of her stomach. Jasmine bore it patiently as this pretty much always happened whenever she met someone knew.

“Si, very tall,” Alejandro added.

“So hi, my names Jasmine,” she extended her hand. Alejandro took it and kissed it. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Alejandro. And you?” He turned to face the other girl.

“Heather,” the girl growled out. Alejandro reached out his hand but was disappointed when Heather didn’t return the favor. Pouting a little, he drew back.

“I’m Duncan,” said Duncan.

“Whatever.” Heather heads towards the stairs. “I’m going to claim my room now.” They all watched her leave.

“So…I guess we’re going to be in for a fun time with that one aren’t we?” Jasmine said in the brief moment of silence.

“Yep. Hopefully the other people aren’t as bad. Are you going to room with her?” Alejandro asked.

“I hope not but I have a funny feeling I will end up being with her unless one of you guys wants to room with her?” She looks around. “Anybody?” Duncan and Alejandro shook their heads. “Didn’t think so and I doubt the other girls would want to be with her either. Guess I’ll just have to make the best of it then.”

“Good luck with that,” Alejandro said.

“I’m going to need it but I think I’ll wait down here for a bit and see what happens when the others arrive.”Pretty soon, there was a knock and two more people came. One was a sort of punk-goth looking chick with blue-greenish hair and rather pale skin, the other the exact opposite being tan and slightly freckled with brown hair.

“Darn, I was hoping to be here first!” the brown hair complained.

“Hey, I’m Jasmine,” Jasmine went over to greet them and once again, people had to crane their heads far back to even be able to see her face.

“Wow, you’re tall” Courtney said. Gwen nodded silently in agreement.

“And you are?” Jasmine prompted.

“Oh um right, I’m Courtney, and this is Gwen,” the brown haired girl explained.

“Duncan,” “Alejandro,” both said as they joined Jasmine. Courtney’s eyes widened at the sight of them as she gave them a very overt once-over.

“Well, well, well it seems like this is going to be a very fun time after all,” Courtney purred. Gwen blushed a little at Courtney’s overtness which made her feel awkward, especially when Alejandro winked back and said “anytime.” Gwen didn’t consider herself a prude and she was aware these types of things did happen but the moment they stepped into the house? Really? Barf. She was surprised that Courtney was the first one to make a pass though. She had gotten the impression that Courtney was more than slightly icy with guys and a fierce intimidator of them and yet here she was already drooling over one. What happened to female independence and her crushing anyone in her way? To be fair though, Alejandro was extremely good looking. She herself was looking forward to drawing and painting him if he allowed it.

“I’m Gwen,” she said shyly, nearly fainting when Alejandro stepped up close and took her hand. He was even more intense up close and she almost fell against him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, seeing her almost stumble and fall against him. His mouth smirked a little tauntingly in a way that would have Gwen wanting to slap him, or at least imagine that she would have, if she was in a normal frame of mind but right now, all she could concentrate on was how prominent and hard his chest was and the strength in that arm.

“Uh-huh,” she mumbled and Duncan came over supported her as Alejandro let go. Courtney looked a bit pissed but Gwen was still sort of out of it. “I can stand, I can stand,” she eventually said when her head stopped spinning and Duncan holding her got annoying. He let go and she haltingly stretched and stood up.

“Wow, you’re not wasted are you? It’s a bit early for that.” Jasmine joked.

“No, I’m not, it’s just that someone is too charming for his own good,” Gwen muttered. Duncan smiled.

“All right!” They all looked at him weirdly. “Oh, yeah, you mean Alejandro. Hehehe.”

“Idiot,” Courtney muttered.

“You’re kind of rude,” Duncan said to her.

“I’m not a moron though.” Duncan grit his teeth a moment, his eyes darkening, before he smiled.

“I’m just going to ignore that.” Courtney opened her mouth to say something before they heard the final car pull into the long driveway heading up to the house. They all turned expectantly as a tall ginger and a hippie looking guy in a beanie came in.

“Hey,” Duncan said rushing over to them. “I’m Duncan.”

“Scott,” the freckly guy said. “And this here is Shawn.”

“Excuse me, I got to check for zombie weaknesses, be back soon,” Shawn said as he ran past them and started checking the locks and curtains on all the windows, rushed to the basement, then barreled up the stairs.

“What the-?” Courtney started.

“He’s checking to make sure we’re safe from zombies.” Scott explained.

“Why?” Gwen asked.

“Who knows when the undead will rise? If they do we got to be ready.”

“Really?” Courtney said sarcastically. Scott shifted uneasily.

“I don’t know, it could happen.” Courtney sighed.

“I’m surrounded by idiots.” Gwen and Jasmine glared at her. “I mean of the male variety, not us girls.”

“Ouch,” Alejandro clutched his heart dramatically. “Stab through the heart.” All of a sudden there was a loud piercing yell.

“GET OUT!” Shawn came barreling back down the stairs chased by an angry irate Heather “What was this…thing doing poking around in my room?!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was occupied…” he cried running around in a circle.

“Then fucking knock you moron instead of just barging in while I was changing clothes!” She grabbed him and he cowered, putting his hands in front of his face.

“Don’t hurt me!” Heather was clearly livid and about to slap him when Alejandro reached out and pulled her back.

“Okay, that’s enough. It was an accident. Let it go-“ Heather slapped him and tried to leap towards Shawn again. “Oh no you don’t,” Alejandro pulled her back again. “Calm down, the poor guy is scared.”

“He should be! Sleep with one eye open because I will get you!” She called, struggling against Alejandro’s grip. They all stared as he nonchalantly picked Heather up as if she weighed almost nothing and slung her up over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs. Jasmine whistled.

“Well damn, that was something.”

“Who wants to bet they will make out?” Duncan asked.

“Jeez, she’s almost as terrifying as a zombie. She could probably scare them off,” Shawn said calming down.

“So what’s this about zombies?” Jasmine asked.

“I’m checking to make sure we’re zombie ready in case they should show up. The house seems a decent enough structure with few cracks the zombies could punch through and they’re not usually smart enough to climb. Tomorrow we have to go food supply shopping in case of an emergency or zombie attack and we have to hole up in here.” Courtney just sent a “wtf?” look over to Jasmine and Gwen while Scott looked worried.

“The zombies won’t be able to get in right?”

“No I don’t think so as I said. We will also need to get some guns…

“Woah there, no weapons allowed remember?” Jasmine asked, imagining what would happen if this guy got his hand on a weapon, none of it good. He seemed to have a few screws loose because zombies, really?

“True, well, we will have to make do with whatever we could find. Remember that you have to  hit where the brain would be because anywhere else and they will just keep on coming.

“Put me down you Neanderthal!” Heather pounded on his back. Alejandro roughly kicked the door shut and dropped her on the bed.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” he asked.

“I’m going to show him a good girl!” Heather yelled. “And you! HOW DARE YOU FOR THROWING ME OVER YOUR SHOULDER AND MAN-HANDLING ME!!”

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” Alejandro grinned. Heather growled.

“I most certainly did not! That was the worst experience of my life!”

“Says the girl who sighed and only started fighting as soon as I entered the bedroom. You totally laid there otherwise.”

“Ugh why are we even talking? I need to get that guy!”

“He’s a housemate and it wouldn’t be very good for us or the show if he ends up dead the first day because you killed him in a fit of rage. Besides, he wasn’t looking to spy on you but check to make sure we’re safe from zombies.” Heather stared at him.

“Zombies?”

“Yeah, the guy is convinced that we’re nearing a zombie apocalypse or something and it is only a matter of time before the dead rise to eat off the living. Or something like that.”

“That’s insane. I can’t believe someone like him even got on this show.”

“I think that’s why he kind of did,” Alejandro said. “Anyway, he’s harmless enough. We have to be nice to him and everybody as we’re going to be living with them for three months. Anyways, are you calm enough to come downstairs without killing someone?”

“Ugh, fine. But he gets one more chance. I will destroy him if I see zombie guy come into my room without permission.”

“Cool. Let’s go greet our new partners.” Alejandro opened the door. “Ladies first.”

“As it should be.” Heather said snottily. They both headed down the stairs where the others were.

“Everybody is here and going to behave right?” Alejandro asked, looking directly at Heather.

“Yeah-yeah, who put you in charge?”

“I don’t see why not,” Alejandro said. “Any objections?” With the exception of a fuming Heather, they all looked at each other and shrugged. “Okay then we’re all in agreement. We should probably have our first house meeting now that we’re all here.”

“I’m leaving,” Heather said, turning to leave and Alejandro tugged her back.

“No you’re not, we have to finish introductions and then assign duties.”

“Can we not?”

“No, we are doing this. Anyways, let’s go through introductions again.”

“Duncan,” said the guy with the Mohawk.
“Jasmine!” Jasmine said excitedly.
“Gwen,” the blue-green haired artist said.
“Courtney,” Courtney said disinterestedly.
“Scott,” the red head with the absurd number of freckles said.
“Shawn,” the guy with the beanie said. He cowered when Heather glared at him.
“Heather,” she snapped out.

“And I’m Alejandro,” he flashed, smiling brightly exposing his clean white teeth.

“Where are you even looking towards?” Scott asked, turning his head to face the same direction.

“Who knows when we’re being watched,” Alejandro sad. “Cameras could be pointed at us anytime. Anyways back to a chore chart…”

“I’m out of here,” Heather said.

“Yeah, me too,” Courtney added as they both headed up the stairs. Shawn and Jasmine rushed up after them.

“I have to pick my room and keep Shawn out of trouble,” Scott said getting up to follow. Soon it was just Duncan and Alejandro.

“So…” Duncan started, tapping his fingers together. Alejandro sighed.

“You can go. I guess I will just do a confessional.” Duncan perked up.

“Where’s that? I am going to do one after you” Alejandro pointed past the hall running past the stairs.

“It’s that way.” Alejandro went into the room marked confessional and closed the door behind him. He stretched out on the couch to do a relaxed pose before he turned the camera on. Of course they were always being filmed, either overtly or through secret hidden cameras, but the confessional was one of the openly known cameras and a good place to vent private feelings and tell what one thinks.

“Hey, I’m Alejandro Burromuerto, first day at the house, night technically. Nothing much has happened yet. The house looks totally awesome and I will have to explore some more but yeah, it seems pretty nice. The other housemates are uh…different. My roommate is Duncan, he seems pretty cool and totally not the hard-ass punk he tries to look like. He seems more hyperactive and excitable than anything. What I think of Jasmine…well she’s tall. It’s rare that someone makes me feel short and she’s got to be 6’6 at least? She kind of reminds me of that giant lady Hagrid liked in the Harry Potter movies.” He grinned and licked his teeth. “It’s easy to tell all the girls are into me, even Heather although she tries to deny it. Courtney and Gwen pretty much melted when they saw me and Jasmine also seemed interested. Heather tries to put off a show of not liking people but when I carried her, she stopped fighting. She totally even pinched my butt.” Alejandro raised his arm and flexed. “I mean, who wouldn’t be interested? I don’t know much about Scott yet other than that he is very pockmarked and something is up with Shawn. His irrational obsession with zombies….I don’t know, it is a bit crazy. We will have to see if he would be a problem. I was hoping we could assign chores and who does what tonight but I guess it was not meant to be. We will have to do it though because I do not plan to live in a house with slobs.” Alejandro got up off the couch and turned the camera off.

“There, that should do it,” he muttered to himself. He opened the door and switched the sign where it said occupied to closed. “Hey Duncan?” he called out.

“Yeah?” Duncan’s voice echoed.

“The confessional’s open! Where are you?”

“Basement!” Duncan called back. Alejandro looked around and then found the door that opened to steps leading down. Alejandro made his way down to find Duncan standing in a large well-lit and surprisingly clean basement. There was a large screen tv, a humongous couch, a ton of games and gaming systems ranging from the PS2 and 3, the Wii, Xbox, Xbox360, Gamecube, and surprisingly an old NS64. There was also a foozball table, a pinball machine, and an air-hockey table.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” Alejandro said making the cross. “This place is incredible!”

“Are you Catholic?” Duncan asked.

“Raised, not sure if practicing but force of habit” Alejandro said. “Just wow though.” His eyes and smile went even wider when he realized that there was another connection that went into a fancy state of the art gym that had machines and free weights for just about everything. He still planned to occasionally go into town for company and stuff but as a home thing this was freaking incredible.

“Oh yeah, that too,” Duncan said coming in behind him.

“It’s all so…so…”

“Amazing?” Duncan added helpfully.

“Yeah.”

“Okay then. I’m going to go do my confession now okay?”

“Sure sure,” Alejandro said waving at him. Duncan went up the stairs for his turn at the professional. He cursed when he discovered someone had already beaten him to it in the brief time Alejandro had finished and came to the basement so Duncan waited there for whoever was in there to leave.
8 strangers picked to live in a house and have their lives taped, to find out what happens when one stops being polite and starts being real.

Alejandro
“Hello friends, my name is Alejandro Burromuerto. And yes, I am aware of the joke because people make fun of my name all the time. Anyhow, I am the son of Juan Emrillo Estava Deker Burromeurto which unless you follow politics probably is a name you’ve never heard of but my dad is a real shaker behind the scenes as a representative of banks, countries, prime ministers….but enough about that boring stuff.” Alejandro looked at the camera and makes a disgusted face. “Politics as a whole bores me which disappoints my dad but whatever. At least I know the ins and outs. No, what I do is that I am an extreme competition enthusiast. I compete in everything from mountain climbing, biking, canoeing, swimming, running, the iron man triathlon, bodybuilding, modeling, you name it. I am the face cover of many magazines elsewhere, and one of Canada’s, and other places, most eligible bachelors younger than 30. Frankly, I’m good at everything.”

Gwen
“Hey, I’m Gwen Stevens. I’m an artist, trying to get my name out there. I was hoping to do this show to show off some of my work and get my name out there. Umm, I don’t really have anything exciting about me, not really…you should meet my pet lizard. Nice isn’t he?” She picks him up and pets him. “Um, I also love movies, horror and stuff. I consider myself a horror buff which as you can tell is reflected in these pictures.” Shows off the pictures. “But don’t worry, I don’t only do horror work. I also do more traditional stuff but I feel it’s good to expand horizons and genres.”

Shawn
“I’m Shawn Gregors, zombie expert and prepared to survive when the zombie apocalypse happens and life as we know it changes when most of the world gets eaten or turned into zombies. I have finally stockpiled enough food to last a year once everything goes off the grid, ammo and guns, and started building the ultimate shelter that could also double as an atomic bomb shelter should the US and Russia start heading towards nuclear war again or somebody else. As I don’t know which type of zombies are going to populate the world since they could be fast or slow, I’m ready for both. I can sleep with my eyes open in case of zombie attack, and have catlike reflexes should the undead try to sneak up on me. I-“
“Boo!” leaps out a figure with a disfigured face and Shawn screams.
“ZOMBIE! ZOMBIE!” Shawn does an impressive couple backflips towards his bed and cowers. Laughing can be heard.

Heather
“Hey, I’m Heather Campbell, and I’m the meanest, baddest bitch you’ll ever meet.” She pops bubblegum in her mouth while smirking. “No, I’m serious. People have called me that. Of course, they’re all losers that are jealous of how popular I am but that is right. I’m here for this lame show as a stepping stone to have my own reality show ‘All About Heather’ which as you can guess would be all about me helping people with their horrible fashion sense or correcting stupid people of their stupid opinions. I’ve always wanted to travel and go places and this seems as good an opportunity as any. I don’t really care who you put me with, I’ll put them all in their place. As long as they follow the rules, we will be able to get along but if not, well…” she smiles brightly, teeth glinting. “I’ll bring out the claws.”

Duncan
“Hey, I’m Duncan Evans. I kind of always wanted to be on tv and stuff and I love this show so I thought to myself why not make a tape and see if they select me so that is what I did. You can call me kind of a criminal as I been to juvie and shit for two years.” He laughed. “It actually isn’t as fun and glamorous as you think. It’s actually terrible and that is minor league compared to jail with the big boys. I would have ended up there if not for a friendly social worker who got me on a reduced sentence and temporary home arrest. I thank them every day and I have mostly cleaned up. Mostly.” He smirked. “I still like to cruise and have fun sometimes and old habits die hard. I’ve gotten better at not getting caught though but even if I did, it wouldn’t be anything I would go to jail for. Also, I love the ladies, sometimes dudes, but really, mainly the ladies.”

Jasmine
“Hey guys, I’m Jasmine Irwin! I am actually a native resident of Australia but I wanted to see if I could give this show a go if that is allowed. Oh and I am not related to the Crocodile Hunter, it is just a coincidence we share the name and have a thing for wild animals. Anyhow, I have this dream of a floral boxing gym where people could both buy flowers and get a good boxing in. I’ve been told that’s silly and stupid but why can’t a girl do both? Why does one have to either stick to beauty or strength? I want to combine both my passions for flowers and kickboxing into the ultimate place that would appeal to both types and even show that it is okay to be both strong and like flowers. After all, plants are survivors and I am a survivor as well. I hope to be able to work on making my dream of the floral boxing gym a reality while on the show and to spread the word. Also, I do not plan to fall in love. I know how these shows work and it is not happening. Not even if the guy is really cute. Well maybe if they were…I mean it’s not happening! Guys tend to find me a tad aggressive and intimidating anyhow for some reason, I can’t imagine why.”

Scott
“Yo, my names Scott Messier. Um, I don’t know what to say about me…I live out on the farm with my family and we share a single tv set. When not doing work I like to sneak and watch reality tv and as much as I love farm life, I think it’d be cool to be on tv and stuff. Oh and money, yeah I like money. I don’t know many people other than my cousins, some of them downright strange, so this will be a good educational experience for me. What else…cow tipping is fun, um spraying painting, hunting, killing those dang pesky rodents who try to get into our food supply and I’m a pretty good shot if I say so, and so forth. I hope you pick me because that would be awesome.

Courtney
Hello, my name is Courtney Stone. I’m auditioning for TDTV in order to travel, meet experience, and have another thing to put on my resume of being a lawyer because should something happen, my career won’t be shot as hard as it would be if I run for political office like I was originally going to. I like to compete and win which is why I would make a good lawyer. Got a case you can’t handle? Bring it to Courtney Stone who will roll over opponents and win your case! Or something like that, I’m still working on my slogan. I’m currently attending law school but they thought it would be a good idea if I would go out and learn some people skills or something which will help my case so here I am! I was also the class president and valedictorian at my high school. A couple of sore losers said I cheated and used illegal intimidation of the competition but I most certainly did not! If you can’t handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen is what I say. Anyhow, you should choose me! Or I will sue your asses in a couple years when I become a successful prosecutor and would drag this show through the ringer.”

“Hey, are you Alejandro Burrimorto?” Alejandro turned to see a guy with piercings and green Mohawk come walking up to him, dragging a rolling suitcase behind him.

“It’s Burromuerto and yes, I am.”

“Oh thank you. I wasn’t sure if I was heading in the right direction or found the right person. My name’s Duncan.” Duncan held out his hand to shake. Alejandro shook the offered hand.

“I’m Alejandro but you knew that. I assume you must be one of the other cast members I’m going to be living with?”

“Yeah I am. It’s pretty awesome we got picked right?” Duncan asked smiling.

“Indeed it is,” Alejandro replied.

“What now?”

“It looks like our ride has arrived,” Alejandro said pointing to a vehicle that had just pulled up to the airport. A guy had stepped out holding signs with their names on it. They headed over to the van.

“Are you two Alejandro Burromuerto and Duncan Evans?” The guy asked.
“Indeed we are,” Alejandro told him.
“Okay then, we can head to the house. The others will be picked up elsewhere.”
“So do you think we will be the first ones there?” Duncan asked Alejandro.
“I don’t know. Perhaps, perhaps not.”
“Well, do you want to room together if we are?”

“I don’t see why not.” Duncan started chattering excitedly and Alejandro looked out the window to watch the scenery, listening only enough to give responses when asked a question but otherwise tuning out.

Scene change
“Hi, how are you?” Heather turned and looked. She then craned her head back and back, uncomfortably so, to see Jasmine’s face. Her head was creaking and it was really awkward.

“Are you a giraffe?” Heather asked.
“Um what?” Jasmine asked.
“You’re very tall, how do you even fit places?”
“Yeah it’s sometimes difficult. Anyway, you are?”
“Heather. You’re the tallest person I’ve ever seen.”

“I get that a lot,” Jasmine said. She was used to everyone always commenting on her height and to be fair, she was a giant. She was taller than just about everyone she had ever met and people sometimes literally asked if she was an amazon or part giantess. She wondered herself because the only people taller than her are 7+ foot basketball players. That was the next question she always got asked is if she played or would consider basketball playing. She didn’t because she personally didn’t really care for it and at the champion level where all of a sudden everyone was just as tall or taller, she actually wasn’t very good. One actually did need skill and basketball honestly wasn’t her thing. Plus, the pay sucked in comparison if she would have been a guy and it was just a bad vibe for her.

“So, um, want to get in our ride?” Heather and Jasmine got into the van with Jasmine taking up a lot of leg space forcing Heather against the side. “Sorry about this,” Jasmine said.

“It’s…no problem,” Heather grimaced a smile, trying to be nice. While she normally wouldn’t have cared about being nice, Jasmine was different and looked like she could crush Heather just sitting on her, and almost was in this car, and she was actually intimidating.

Scene Change
“Hey, are you Scott?” a guy with a beanie hat asked as he approached.
“What’s it to you?”
“Well, I’m Shawn and I guess we’re going to be roommates!”
“But I didn’t say I was Scott.”

“Shit, did I get the wrong person? I thought from the description I was given you would be Scott.”

“No I am, just messing with you. They told you I was coming?”
“Uh-huh. I was told to look for a red-head with freckle skin and that it would be very recognizable which it is. What took so long?”

“My plane got delayed at the last minute and I had to switch flights. Anyhow, did you know that the airport contains a lot of people? Because it does.”

“Um, yeah glad you’re here. We can go to the house now. I wonder if people have already arrived before us. I need to be able to choose the most easily defensible room.”

“Why do you need the most defensible room?” Scott asked.

To defend against the zombie invasion.” Shawn said. Scott stared at him trying to see if he was serious. Shawn looked very serious.

“Okay then….” Scott muttered. “Um, do you like pudding?”
“Pudding?”
“Yeah I have some extra and I don’t know if you want any.”

“Sure! I love pudding!” Scott handed some over and gave a spoon when they got in the car and they ate pudding.

Scene Change
“THAT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE! I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH THIS, WHEN I GET BACK I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!” Gwen winced at the loud shrill voice and she already had a sickness in the pit of her stomach. Please don’t let her be a member, please don’t let her be a member, please don’t let her be a member…suddenly she saw the screamer marching towards her with a pissed off expression.

“Are you Gwen?” she asked, rather rudely and Gwen shuddered.
“Yes I am. You are?”

“Courtney. My no good contract lawyer fucked it up. I knew I should have gone over the contract myself but apparently I was screwed over and signed over rights and a large chunk of earnings over to TDTV and prevented from being a public figure for much of anything without TDTV’s permissions nor do I have any say in what can or can’t be shown on television.”

“Wow, that sucks.”
“Yes it does. It was in everybody’s contract.”
“Wait what?”
“Did you read it?”
“No.”

“Well essentially TDTV owns us and our lives and can show whatever they want or take things out of context to put whatever scenario they want to make. I had anticipated such a thing when signing but my lawyer assured me he would fight for fairness as I did not have time to read the document myself. Unfortunately it looks like they snagged a hole buried in the revisions that still allow them total rights blah blah blah, you know how it goes.”

“Why did you sign up them?” Gwen asked curiously.

“To introduce myself to the world and build my reputation for my prosecuting skills and to try to undo any rumors of intimidation and foul play that might be swirling around some of my tactics in both high school and law school. Plus, I was told I needed to work on my people skills because some people find me too abrasive and irritating. Me, abrasive and irritating! It is utterly ridiculous.”

“Yeah,” Gwen muttered. “Totally.” Fortunately, Courtney seemed to miss the skepticism and thought that was genuine.

“You bet it is. Anyhow, we’re all pretty much slaves of reality tv who can make us do whatever they wish.”
“At least we’re getting paid,” Gwen said.

“That is true.” Courtney said more happily before she got serious again. “But that’s only if we stay the entire time and do what they want. So um…I guess now I ask what you like to do or something right? So Gwen, what do you like to do?” Gwen sighed as she settled herself in for a long ride ahead and felt an unfortunate pounding in her head due to the combination of a long flight and the annoying roommate next to her that either ranted and raved or was just way to friendly at the moment when all Gwen wanted to do was put on some music and drown out the world and her throbbing head.
TDTV Real World
Total Drama TV is a reality show based on a certain MTV Show called the Real World where 8 strangers are picked and live together in a house. In this world, nobody has participated on the show called Total Drama and any such events have not happened. I have tried to maintain their total drama personalities as much as possible but there probably will be slight changes.

Obvious Pairings-Alejandro/Heather, Duncan/Gwen, Courtney/Scott, Shawn/Jasmine
Others-To be seen, I can't spoil the surprise.

Disclaimer that I do not own Total Drama, its characters or related ideas. Nor do I own the rights to MTV's the Real World and am not making profit. This is a purely fanfictional work for my love of both shows.
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Last Saturday, I graduated from College which is both exciting and terrifying. Great because a college degree is essentially needed (though some jobs shouldn't nor does college benefit all jobs but the type I'm looking for does) but now I have to figure out what I'm going to do. I probably will go to Graduate School for Psychology in probably clinical or whatever program does both research and clinical, but at the moment I have to look for opportunities and internships that take people with a B.A.. All I got to say is please be paid. Otherwise I might have to do internship and a meh low-wage job. Though, that would still be more money than I've earned working in the past.

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