Had an Idea. Went for the idea. Here's the idea. First fic for Twilight, sooooooo let's see how this turns out. . . .now in all honesty as I go back and read this. . .this chapter was just to give you a background information. Remember to read and review!

"Oh my gosh, Bella!" Rosalie Hale stood with her arms crossed against her chest staring at her best friend Isabella Swan, "why must you be so difficult? You look gorgeous my dear." She turned to the photographer. "Let's take a 5 minute break." She patted his back and walked up to the platform of where her best friend stood. "Bella, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong Rosie? What's wrong?! In about one week, I'm gonna meet the man I'm going to potentially marry. And your asking me what's WRONG?"

At this very exact moment, Isabella Swan was regretting the contract she had signed with Shedala Networks. For the first time in her life, she was taking a very risky chance by being the next Bachelorette for the world's entertainment.

"Honey, all I need you to do is look into the camera and smile. Your in a beautiful Alexia Admor original, with your makeup done by New York's finest. Your hair has been trimmed and worked to perfection by John Frieda himself. So all I need from you is to smile. Just smile Bella."

Bella looked up at her gorgeous friend, and smiled her cheesiest smile possible. "This better." She said through her teeth.

Rosalie patted Bella's cheek, "much. Why can't I get a real pose from you, girl? During the auditions you gave us so much energy. No one thought twice about the other girls."

Though Rosalie's posture was hard and strong, her eyes were looking at Bella with all the hopes in the world. Bella knew how much this meant to Rosie. It was her first time ever to host an actual t.v. show. It had been her dream since they were little girls. Not only was she getting to host the reality T.V. show, Finding Love, she was also one of the executive producers; which is why Bella got a chance to audition for the show in the first place.

"Rosie, I'm trying. Every time I look into the camera, I just freak out. I'm over thinking everything. If I put my hand here, does that mean I'm shy or talkative or that I like sex or my mom's crazy or my dad's a cop or I'm insecure or independant. . ."

Rosalie smacked Bella in the face. Put her hands on Bella's shoulders and looked her square in the eyes, "Isabella Marie Swan. In one week, there will be 25 gorgeous men here for you. They signed up for the show because they saw you. They are all coming to fall in love with you. They are all excited because of you. So shut up, and work with me. Do you think you can do that?"

Bella took a deep breath. "Yes."

"Okay folks let's get this party started!" Mr. Daniel Humpdred was a funny old man, but an important one at that. He was the first executive producer for the T.V. show, Finding Love. He had worked the show for over a decade. In his beginning years, he was the commonly attractive host who would guide these young men and women into finding their potential mates. Now, he was just a executive producer who used-to-be-big. And for the 23rd time in his life, he was about to sort out the prospective mates.

"So Alice, this here are all the potential guys for the show. We have over 275 men who have made it this far into the process. Now, all we need from you is your opinion on what Bella's secret pet peeves are, habits she cannot tolerate. And if any of them look like a past boyfriend, just holler, and we will make sure they make the show." He glanced up from his papers he was shuffling to give Alice a goofy smile. "Just kidding. Though, they do add a touch of drama. Shall we begin? Does Bella enjoy smokers?"

Alice Brandon was extremely excited. When Bella asked her to be the friend to double check some of the guys, she about strangled Bella with her hug. But after hearing the first five questions, she was a little bored. While she looked around the room once more as she waited for Mr. Humpdred to type the answers in, she eyed the some red folders across the table.

"Alice," She looked up and smiled. "What type of hotel does Bella prefer?"

Alice contemplated the stupidest question and without reveling her feelings towards the questionnaire, she spoke, "I do believe that Bella prefers Bed and Breakfasts." Mr. Humpdred nodded his head and went back to typing, while Alice went back to snooping. She squinted her eyes a bit. The first name she saw was a Jasper Whitlock. 'Hmm' she thought, 'Bella and Jasper, Jasper and Bella. Bella Whitlock.' She shrugged her shoulders and read the next name, 'Jacob Black. Jacob and Bella. Bella Black.' She smiled for she liked the sound of that. "Mr. Humpdred? May I look at these potential mates?"

Mr. Humpdred beared an apologetic smile, "Sorry kid. No one gets a glimpse of the prospectives except for me and the exec board. But know that you can trust me to find your best friend her perfect guy." He flashed his faded smile that once might have gotten him a giggle, but now it just seemed to worry Alice all the more. "And if you don't trust me, then ya gotta answer these questions to the best of your ability."

Alice put all her hesitations aside. Bella picked her for a reason. "Now what else can I tell you about Bella?"

"Thatta girl. Next question. Does Bella object to eating with her hands?"

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! By all means go ahead and review, I do enjoy getting an email about a review or a PM or a new chapter of my favorite story, but I'm just babbling now. . . AND yeah. . .should I keep going or should I stop?