Chapter 1: BPOV

November 16, 2009

Hello, my name is Isabella Swan. I am 24 years old and I live in Forks, Washington. I love to read the classics like Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, and Faulkner. I currently am working as an editor for a publishing house in Seattle, a nearby town. I want to be on "Kindled Romance" because I believe that I can and will find true love.

"Ugh. Alice, really. I sound lame. Like this should be my profile on some stupid dating site online."

"Bella, Bella, Bella. You know that I only want what is best for you and that includes finding you your Romeo, Heathcliff, Mr. Darcy…"

"Okay. I get it. Just…on a reality TV show though. I just want someone who will love me for me. Not 20 guys just trying to win the prize at the end."

"And you will Bella, Who says that just because you fall in love during a show means that the love is any less great than that of those classics that you are constantly reading and rereading."

"Fine, I give up. You win. I am putting this in the mail today."

November 23, 2009

How can this be possible? Only seven days ago I was mailing my application to be on this stupid show and they are already contacting me. The only reason that I actually mailed is, well because Alice always gets her way, and honestly I thought there was no way that I would ever get picked. I am plain. I don't have a cute frame and jet black sexy hair like Alice. I have brown hair and brown eyes. Not exactly what guys think is hot. This has to be a joke. It's impossible maybe they got the address mixed up with someone else's. Yeah that's got to be it, not me.

I look at the clock and realize that it's getting late and Alice will have my head if I am not ready to go for "girl's night" by the time that she gets here. I start rushing around the house picking up my mess from breakfast and lunch than anything else that was misplaced in my little apartment.

Just as I was getting out of the shower Alice walked in to my apartment using the spare key that I had given her for emergencies. Being the person that she is, she waltzed in to my closet and demanded that I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a silk purple tank top that was a little revealing for my standards. I threw my car keys, driver's license and some cash into a little black clutch and slipped on my death heals as I liked to call them.

Just as we were walking out the door my home phone began to ring. I had every intention of ignoring the call. If was important they would call my cell so I could talk while I was in the car. Alice, like always, had other plans though. She danced over to the phone in my kitchen and answered it like it was her house! I really didn't care who was on the phone until she started screaming and jumping up and down like she had just won a million dollars. I walked over to her to snatch the phone away only to be ready to scream myself, only mine would sound more like a strangled cry and less like I had just won the lottery. The producer of "Kindled Romance" was on the phone with me confirming that I, Isabella Swan, was to be the bachelorette for the next season.

After talking with the producer and confirming my meeting with him and the casting director for the upcoming Wednesday, along with figuring out everything that I would need to know to come to my impending doom. I somberly hung up the phone really not looking forward to girl's night tonight. I knew that it would be a million questions from Alice about everything in the world. There were a lot of things that I enjoyed doing with Alice, playing 20 questions about the man of my dreams, just was not one of them.

We got in the car only to have my suspicions confirmed.

"So Bella, Why didn't you tell me that they sent you a letter in the mail? I am so excited. This is going to be great!" said Alice.

"You know the answer to that Allie. I just don't think that this is the best way for me to meet my hopeful Mr. Right. Shouldn't I meet him in the library, or a big convention? They are going to give me a whole bunch of loser guys that are just looking for their few weeks of fame on TV and maybe a hook up here or there. Guys our age aren't looking to settle down and have kids and a wife." I retorted.

"Do you always need to be a Debbie downer? You don't know. That's probably why the casting director will be in your meeting. They need to know what you expect in a guy, and what you want out of this experience."

I knew that Alice was right, she always is. It's like she has this sixth since that she just knows how things are going to turn out. I will never bet against Alice.

November 25, 2009

Beep, Beep, Beep. Stupid alarms. You would think that after however many years alarm clocks have been around they would be a little less annoying. Then again maybe that is the point. Annoy you until you wake up.

I was standing in my closet deciding what I was going to be wearing to this stupid meeting that I could care less about. I knew that Alice would have my head if I showed up at the studio like that though. I settled on a black pencil skirt that hit right above my knee and my favorite midnight blue blouse. I finished blow drying my hair and left it a little curly, put on minimal makeup, just enough to look awake but not look like I was caked in it, and went to put on cute pep-toe heals.

As I was pulling up to the airport to catch my flight into LAX I caught the sight of a certain pixie jumping up and down. You would think that after all the years that we have been friends I would learn to expect her hyper behavior even at 6 in the morning. Alice of course insisted that she take this trip with me, her reasoning was that she needed to make sure that I was taken good care of. I really think that she was scared that I would ditch the meeting and I am sure that she wants to shop while we are in California too.

The flight to California was uneventful. I slept the whole way while Alice caught up on celebrity gossip. We only had carryon bags because we had a late flight out tonight. So we bypassed the baggage claim and walked outside to find our diver. There on the corner was a big burley man that looked like he should be a bouncer at a club standing with a sign that said swan. I was a little scared to approach the man but Allie being the woman that she is grabbed my hand and took off in his direction.

As we approached the car he popped the trunk to stow our small bags and opened the back door for us to climb in. Once we were buckled in we took off away from the airport.

"Hello ladies. My name is Emmet. I am actually not normally the driver but he called in sick today so I volunteered my awesome services." Said Emmet

I had to laugh at Emmet and decided maybe he is not as frightening as he originally looked. Alice brought me out of my daydreams once she started talking to Emmet.

"Hi, I am Alice, Bella's best friend and the person who got her to sign up for the show."

"That obviously makes me Bella, nice to meet you Emmet, and thank you for picking us up today." I stated.

"Ahh Bella, well I guess you should know that I will be your body guard during the show. Not that you will really need one. More like I am the guy that will make sure that the other guys in the house don't get into fights with each other."

We pulled up outside the studio's offices and Emmet got out of the car to open the door for us and lead us in. Stepping in to the studio was overwhelming. There were people everywhere, running in all different directions. I was surprised when no one ran into anyone else. It was almost as if they were doing a well choreographed dance.

We traveled up to the third floor of the building and walked into Carlisle Cullen's office, the producer. I felt very plain in comparison to the Greek gods sitting around the conference table. Carlisle had blond hair and blue eyes, he looked like he couldn't be a day over 33 yet I knew better than that. Then there was a blond girl that Emmet went and sat next too. She had killer legs, a great body and beautiful long blond hair. Alice and I took the last two remaining seats at the table and we began the long meeting.

I found out that the leggy blond was Rosalie, Emmet's wife, and she was the person in charge of casting, along with the producers help, and hair and make-up. She was really nice and I found that she really did want to find guys that would be interested in everything that I brought to the table as well as took down notes on what I wanted in a guy from looks to brains and everything in between. Carlisle seemed to be like a dad. He really wants this to work and decided to pick me because I was "the girl next door".

We decided that Alice would help with wardrobe and that she would be with me through the whole process. Over all I left the meeting feeling great about what was to come as well as exhausted. Emmet dropped us girls back off at the airport to catch our flight home, with promises to see each other soon.

So, What did you guys think? Worth continuing?