Hey guys! So I'm putting my other story (What Started out to be a Normal Day) on hiatus because honestly, I'm stuck… Buuutt I have ANOTHER IDEA! This story is heavily inspired by The Ugly Truth (One of my favorite movies XD) Check it out and don't forget to tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gallagher Girls nor The Ugly Truth.

"Okay! We're rolling in 1, 2, and…"

"Hello, my name is Bex Baxter and we're here tonight with Channel 2 News. Shocking news today, a cat was saved by a runaway monkey but that's coming up later. Grant Newman here will be telling you about last night's Superbowl winners!"

"Bex, the results stunned America. Fans all over the U.S…"

Cammie sighs. Her program is on the verge of getting cut due to low ratings. Hopefully the ratings would be acceptable to her boss, Mr. Solomon. She focuses her attention back to Bex and Grant, who are talking about the new product that supposedly reduce hair loss.

"…scientists say that if you apply the cream to your scalp at an early age, then you are less likely to lose hair when you are older." Bex states.

"Hahahaha…I wish that this thing was invented in 1990!", Grant jokes.

Cammie bangs her head on her panel. Did Grant seriously just crack a joke? That's it. Her program is doomed. She turns to Liz, the technical director and mouths 'cut to commercial in 5'. Moving her microphone towards her mouth, Cammie says, "Bex, Grant, we're cutting to commercial in 5..."

"And we'll be back after these quick announcements!", Bex quips cheerily.

Cammie rubs her temples. In just a minute, Joe Solomon would burst through that door and call Cammie to his office. And just as she predicted, Joe Solomon pokes his head from the door and said, "Cammie, a word please?"

Cammie follows Solomon and closes the door behind her.

"Cammie, you're an amazing producer. There is no doubt behind that but your show is not getting good ratings.", Solomon sighs.

"I know, Joe, but—"

"Cammie, even those Seinfeld reruns got more views than your last show. You need to find something new and fresh ASAP."

"I know, Joe. I'll have something for you tomorrow. I swear."

"Okay. You may leave."

At home, Cammie looks at her blank page. No ideas…yet. She sighs and decides to turn her T.V on for some magical inspirational idea. Her eyes immediately zeroes in to a rugged young man around her age. He had perfectly mussed hair and the greenest eyes that seem to look right through your soul; however, her first impression of him falls apart after hearing the words that came though his mouth.

"Single ladies out there! Wonder why you can't get a guy? Probably because you're fat and ugly. Want to get a guy? Hit the gym! And for God's sake, don't eat burgers and fries all day!"

Cammie gapes at this man. Insults run though her mind faster than a speeding bullet. One word comes to mind that she figures describes him thoroughly. Manwhore.

"Men are primal at nature. We're visual creatures that can only get turned on by porn or…", he holds up a picture of a slutty woman wearing skimpy lingerie, "this. Just look at this bod! Want a guy? Look like this." He waves the picture at the camera. "Now, I'm sure that I'll have a lot of women who are eager to have a word with me. So call the number below."

Immediately, Cammie dials the number. Normally, she would never do this but this man is irking that she must say something.

"Hello, lovely lady. How are you on this lovely evening? May I hear what you have to say?"

"So you're saying that men are incapable of feeling?"

"Wow… what? No greeting?"

"Answer my question!", Cammie growls.

"Men are animals. We don't feel love. Only lust.", the green-eyed man said bluntly.

"Not true—"

"Really? So tell me about your man."

Cammie rolls her eyes and imagines a tall and handsome man in front of her. Blonde, tan, lean, and muscular. "Well, he likes to drink champagne, he's a doctor, he likes cats and long walks on the beach."

"So he's gay."

"No!" Cammie splutters.

"Well, either this guy is gay or you're a lesbian."

"I have no idea where you get the idea that I'm a lesbian from but this guy I'm talking about is out there."

The dark haired man starts laughing uncontrollably. "Wait wait wait…so this guy isn't even real? This is just some hypothetical guy you made up?"

Cammie grinds her teeth together. "He's real! He's out there somewhere!"

"Oh please! You're going to die alone as an old cat lady of you're going to keep looking for this guy."

"Wha—"

"Goodbye!"

Cammie stares at the phone. Never in her life had anyone been so rude to her. Well…she'll never watch his moronic show ever again. And that embarrassing conversation doesn't even matter since she's probably never going to see or talk to the guy again.

Or is she?

There it is! The first chapter of The Goode Truth.