"Miles...! Miley, get down here! Win your Woman is on!" Lily called to me from downstairs.
I sighed. Why is she so obsessed with that show? Then I wiggled, a little bit, trying to control myself. I knew it. I loved that show, too. All of us did.
It was Friday night, the night for sleepovers. Lily was here, as usual, along with Oliver, who was watching television downstairs. I knew he would be leaning forward on the couch, and I sighed again, thinking of his cute face, looking intense, glued to the TV screen...And his dark brown hair as he absent-mindedly pushed it away from his eyes, still attatched to the TV... Wait! He's not cute! It's just Jake. No one else is cute. Well, I mean--you shouldn't think they're cute...should you? Then I noticed some unusual non-girl shorts laying on my bed.
"Jackson!" I groaned, stomping out of the room. I held his Rudolph-the-Red-Nosed Reigndeer boxers with a pair of eyelash curlers.
"Jackson! You are so dead!" I marched into his room; then, noticing that Cooper was here, gave my brother's best friend a welcoming Hannah Montana smile. "Hi, Cooper. Glad you're here," I said, then turned to my brother, sitting to Cooper's right. "Look what I found on my bed!"
"Sorry, Miles," said Jackson, hurriedly. He stood up and looked at me. I thought he was going to give me a true apology, so that I wouldn't tell Dad. When he didn't say anything, I tried to encourage him.
"Well?" I said, expectantly.
"You're blocking the doorway. I wanna go watch Win your Woman." Jackson said it seriously, staring at me. I rolled my eyes and walked away to watch the much-loved show myself.
Win your Woman was the only TV game show that I liked. What happened was this:
Two boys anywhere in the United States or Canada from the age of 13-19 wrote a letter to the writers of Win your Woman. Before each new episode, the writers selected a pair of boys who explained their case/girl well (usually this just meant "sent a picture of the girl they were fighting over and she was extremely hot"). Then, on the episode previous, the host, Rom Lergeron, would expose the next two boys and the girl for the next episode. If two boys won, they would go to Chicago along with the girl on as first-class plane (unless, of course, they lived in Chicago. Actually, if you lived anywhere in Illinois they made you drive by limo). When it was time to roll, the boys would compete over the girl by doing different challenges--like, hmm...sometimes the studio would set up a set of the jungle--and the two boys would race on vines, or they'd have to swim through a tank of water that was blowing water in their face at the same time. Then, the boy who won the most challenges by the end of the episode got the girl, who got to watch him and his oppenent compete for her the whole time. Sometimes, it took more than one episode to win, because the boys would keep tying. After that--who knows where their relationship went?
Mine and Lily's favorite episode was still on--the fifth episode for two nineteen-year-old boys--twins!!! Their names are Raymond and Rodney, they have absolutely perfect dirty blond hair, deep, baby blue eyes, and the rest of their body is totally, completely hot. The girl they're competing over is nineteen, too, and Lily and I are suspecting that she had a double-life, too, but as a famous model. Her hair is so yellow-blond that it glows, for pete's sake!
I hurried down the stairs to watch with my best friend, Oliver, Jackson and Cooper. Daddy was gone--on a date with a very nice woman that I'd met. Her name was Dara Hartlin. She had sold brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, and green eyes that were so bright--and her lips were pink and quiet and soft, and when she laughed, she threw her head back with an appreciative laugh. And she could be bright, and enerjetic--but she could also be quiet and helpful. Daddy had started dating her 9 months ago, and since then, she had helped me with some things that I guess a dad couldn't always handle. No, I don't mean embarressing stuff--I just mean things that a mom can help with. But, of course, I didn't consider her my mom.
I watched Win your Woman with everyone, when Jake called, and he came over, too. I smiled at him, and kissed him sweetly on the lips after 5 minutes of him being here. I broke away from him and noticed Oliver quickly looking away. At that moment--I wondered whether Jake was really the right guy for me. But then I shook off the feeling, thought, of course he is! And looked back at the TV screen. He is the right guy! I told myself, firmly.
But was he?