I've been doing a lot of searching on Fan Fiction to see if there were any fan fictions using this favorite game show of mine, and I've only came across a small handful. I feel like there's a lot of potential for this and I just absolutely had to run with it. I want to do some things different so I will go over a few things for the story in the A/N.
1. It will be rated T for language, because as it is a game show that is recorded 24/7 obviously no one is going to be having tons of sex where their family can see it. Plus I feel like it will be unnecessary with everything that will be going on.
2. This will be an interactive story. I will give you choices for who should be Head of Household, who should be nominated, who should win the veto, and who should be evicted. But my main characters (Bella and Edward) will be excluded from eviction unless I decide it's time for one or both of them to go.
3. All suggestions for what should happen will be taken into consideration. There will most likely be a lot of drama so I'll welcome any ideas.
4. Updates will depend on the interest in the story. The more votes I get the quicker the updates will be.
5. Bella's POV will be the only one in the story. We're playing as her character so everything we know that is going on will be through her.
Okay, I'm excited to get started. So enjoy!
*I do not own Twilight or Big Brother. Twilight just gives me a lot of fun characters to use in this game show that I'm obsessed with.
I can't breathe. My hands are completely shaking and I feel like I'm going to throw up. My dad would get a laugh out of that at least. When I told him I was accepted onto the show, he was less than pleased. This was not an 'adult decision' that he approved of at all. It sure erased every bit of the pride he had when I graduated from Dartmouth, but I couldn't let that bring me down. It was my dream to be on this show. I'd watched every single season since I was young and I couldn't actually believe I was about to enter The Big Brother house.
It didn't seem real.
One of the crew members was speaking into his headset beside me and shouted, "Right, you're next!" His hands were suddenly urging me towards the opening of the stage I was supposed to walk out on.
I gripped my bag tightly in my hands and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other when I walked. I was so glad I was wearing flats, because I was wobbling enough as it was without adding heels into the mix.
Lights were shining everywhere and I had to blink when I heard the round of applause from the audience. It brought a natural smile to my face and I held it until I took my spot with a few other contestants. I knew from watching the show that we would go into the house in groups. I was the last of this one and I tried to get a look at the others while Esme Cullen was explaining things to us.
There were a few women here and an even number of men too. All looked relatively in their 20s. There was a young boy who barely looked of age and a woman who I would guess hit the 30 mark, but she seemed like she was in very good shape judging by her biceps. Her wild red hair definitely helped her stand out as well.
Esme smiled warmly and gestered towards us, "And now the final group will enter the house. Good luck to all of you."
It seemed like chaos when we rushed towards the door.
The lights weren't as bright when the door shut behind us and for that I was thankful. I was then hit with bright colors of the decor, but I didn't have any time to appreciate it seeing as we were scrambling to find rooms to claim for ourselves. I was the shortest one in this group so I followed in last when we reached the rooms. We'd passed by the other group that came in before us and they were all busy talking and getting to know each other a little. I wondered how many had tried to make an alliance already. I snorted at the idea and entered the last room. It was in pretty neutral colors and for that I was grateful. I found the last empty bed at the corner and it was relatively comfortable so I couldn't complain too much. It was better than the one season where some had to share beds. I couldn't imagine having to share with a stranger.
We all made our way back to the living room and a very tiny girl was standing on one of the nominee chairs trying to get our attention. I thought I was short, but I had nothing on this girl. I wasn't even sure she reached 5 foot. She was really petite with black hair that was in a very cute pixie cut. I'd never really seen anyone pull that look off before, but she killed it. Her grey eyes were glowing in the most perfect make up job I'd ever seen. Judging by the clothes she was wearing, I knew she had to have been really into fashion. She looked like someone who had a very impressive wardrobe.
"I think we should all go around and introduce ourselves." When everyone seemed to nod in agreement, she clapped her hands, "Great, I'll go first! My name's Alice Brandon. I'm 22 and single. I'm a fashion major in New York and I hope to have my own fashion line one day."
I liked her attitude. She seemed really friendly and energetic.
When Alice sat down, the person next to her stood up. He was her total opposite. Where Alice was small and short, he was big and tall. He looked like he could be a body builder and I was intimidated by his size honestly. His hair was dark and curly. His eyes were very blue and sparkled when he smiled showing big dimples in his cheeks.
"I'm Emmett McCarthy. I'm 27,also single, and I own my own gym in Las Angeles. I teach fitness classes and I've been a fitness trainer for a few celebrities as well." At our impressed look, he chuckled, "And don't let my size fool you. I'm actually a big teddy bear on the inside." When everyone seemed to laugh at this, he sat back down.
The next person to get up was a small guy who neatly cut light brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing some preppy clothing, and he didn't look like he had any muscle to him at all.
He popped the collar on the polo shirt and smirked, "I'm Mike Newton. Very single and ready to mingle ladies." He winked at us, "I'm attending Washington University, no major yet I'm just there to play football." And with that he sat back down.
Alice tilted her head at him, "How old are you?"
"19." He seemed pretty proud of that.
The girl next to him snorted, "That explains it." She stood up, "I'm Leah Uley and I'm also from Washington, but I live on a reservation there. I'm a teacher. I'm 26 and married with one son who's three."
Lean seemed like someone who would be good to align with just by the way she held herself. She was tall and slim, but I could tell she had a little muscle mass to her. Her black hair was pin straight and cut to her jawbone. With cheeks like hers, I'd wear my hair short too. She had a killer tan and brown eyes that met every one of our eyes.
The next guy that stood up took me by surprise. His hair was shaved short on the sides and down the middle he had a long mohawk that was pulled back in a lot pony tail. His hair was a dirty blonde color and the ends had a touch of black dye on it. His ears were pierced with gauges and when he talked I could see a tongue ring peeking through.
"I'm James Matthews. I live in Las Vegas and I'm a bartender. I'm 28." Simple and to the point.
The next guy that stood up made me blink. He was tall and had muscles that were perfect for his build. His hair was a mixture of colors that resulted in a bronzed look. It seemed to stand in every direction, but he made it work. His eyes were green and framed by long eyelashes. He had a little stubble along his jawline, but he seemed really well off with his button down shirt and slacks. The way his sleeves were rolled down to his elbows brought attention to the swell of his biceps and I found myself blushing a little when he glanced at me before looking away.
He cleared his throat, "I'm Edward Masen. I'm a resident at a hospital in Chicago. I'm 29 and recently divorced. No children."
I liked his voice, I decided. It was deep but it had a velvety tone to it that was inviting.
The next one to stand was another man that was tall and slender. He was softer than the others, but still slim. His skin was tanned and it made his very blonde hair stand out bright. It was curly and to his shoulders, and it matched well with his light blue eyes. He had an easy smile about him and I about fell out of my chair when he started talking.
"My name is Jasper Whitlock. I'm from Austin, Texas." Yeah, the accent was a dead giveaway. "I'm 26 and co owners of a ranch with my daddy. I'm not married by I am a father of a little girl, Charlotte, and she's four."
Swoon, I thought when He'd sat back down. His eyes shone bright when he mentioned his daughter. I could tell he thought the world of her with just a few words.
A light brown haired girl stood next and she flipped her hair a little when doing so. Her lips were pursed in a smile that I think she was holding back when she spoke. She seemed extremely excited, but I could tell she was trying to reign herself in. I wondered if she was usually all over the place in the real world.
"Hi, I'm Jessica Stanley! I'm 20 and I work at a Starbucks in Seattle. I'm going to school there for business management. My dad is the owner and founder of Stanley Software." She flipped her hair again and sat back down.
My red flag immediately went up. I knew of that well. I had the program at home. I wondered if suddenly there was a lot more to Jessica than just the typical barista. Maybe she was actually a genius and was going to pose as an air headed college girl? Hmm.
The next guy who stood up was black and I could tell he was going to be a flirt, because he had hugged every single girl in the room before we sat back down. He was also wearing some very expensive cologne and it was giving me a little bit a headache. But he had the kind of smile that made you want to be friends with him.
"Hey, I'm Tyler Crowley. I'm from Nashville and no I do not sing and I've never met a famous singer." We all laughed at this. "I'm 24 and you probably can't tell this by looking at me, but I'm a chef." I actually did blink in surprise at this and he chuckled, "That's right. So don't be surprised ladies if you fall hopelessly in love with me."
I giggled at that.
Another guy stood up and I almost flinched by the stink eye he seemed to be giving everyone. He was tall and was showing off his muscles with the wife beater he was wearing. I could see his tattoo on his chest through it and I wondered if production would have to blur it out for TV. I'd already been told I had to wear a bandage over the tattoo I had on my shoulder. His eyes were brown and so was his hair that was cut to his scalp. I noticed he had a scar that ran over his eyebrow.
"Paul Lahote." He grunted. "28 and I'm a stuntman. I'm not here to make friends, I just want the cash." And he sat back down.
I shifted uncomfortably when I realized I was going to have go after him. I stood up timidly and cleared my throat to try and make my voice louder.
"Hello, I'm Bella Swan. I'm from Phoenix. I'm an editor there, but I'm going to be transferring to Seattle this fall. Uh, I'm 23 and recently single."
I wasn't sure why I included the 'recently' part. Riley had dumped me over a year ago, but it wasn't until a few months ago that I decided I was ready to move on. That was part of the reason I decided to try out for the show.
I was blushing heavily by the time I took my seat again.
The blonde bombshell of the house went next. She looked like she could be on the cover of a magazine honestly. She was extremely curvy with boobs that could poke your eyes out. I briefly wondered if they were real. She was beautiful and there was no denying it. Her eyes were hard and focused. She wasn't playing around.
"Rosalie Hale. I'm from Rochester, New York. 29, divorced. I'm also an attorney."
I was impressed to say the least.
The last of the guys stood and I almost rolled my eyes at how muscular he was. He was also tall and tanned. I wondered if there was a certain type that the producers were looking for when they casted. Apart from Jasper and James, it seemed like all the men were in really good shape.
He cleared his throat and stared at his shoes when he spoke, "I'm Jacob Black. Born and raised in Albuquerque, New Mexico. I'm a mechanic and I own my own custom shop." He started to sit down and then remembered, "Oh I'm 27 and engaged."
Aww he seemed like he was a little shy.
A small timid woman stood next and I really wanted to get up and hug her. She was incredibly nervous and her hands were shaking. Her dark hair was pulled back in a side braid and her dark eyes were wide with fright behind her glasses.
"Hello I'm Angela Cheney and I'm 26. I live in Portland with my two kids. My husband was in the army, but he...I'm a widow." She swallowed and added, "I run the Sunday School program at my father's church and I also manage a homeless shelter."
Before I could get up from my seat, Alice was already up and hugging her, "We're glad to have you here, Angela."
Jasper reached across and grabbed her hand, "I appreciate your husband's service. My older brother fought in Afghanistan." She smiled gratefully at both of them.
The woman next to her stood with a small clear of her throat, "My name is Zafrina, I'd rather not disclose my last name on TV. I'm 38-" We all gasped in surprise at this.
Did not expect that at all! Her skin was a beautiful mocha brown color and she didn't look a day over 30. She had high cheekbones and her black hair was straightened flat down her back. She was Amazonian tall and her legs were slim and muscular. She looked like she would be a competition beast.
Zafrina continued with an appreciative smile, "I'm originally from Brazil but I now live in Miami and I am the women's basketball coach there at the university. I have three children. They're six, eight, and ten. I'm a single mother."
The last person and the last female of us stood up and I recognized her from the stage before we entered the Big Brother house. The older red haired woman. She was smirking slightly and it made her cat eyes narrow slightly at us. She was beautiful and I have a feeling she knew it. Out of all the women, she definitely had the most muscle.
"Name's Victoria Calhoun. I'm 32 and I'm a body builder. I'm here to try something new."
And with that, we were all introduced.
Almost immediately Esme appeared on the screen with her mega watt smiled, "Hello house guests. Is everyone getting comfortable?" We all nodded. "Good, because you're about to get uncomfortable." No one seemed surprised by this. "If you'll all make your way to the backyard..."
I knew as soon as we saw the competition that I was done for. It was an Endurance competition that looked a lot like one I saw a few years ago. there was a huge sphere in the center of the backyard that had poles attached like a merry go round. except instead of having a horse, there was only a little round circle on the end. It looked like the size of a record. Esme's voice sounded over an intercom, "Alright houseguests. It's time to play Merry Go Down. Here's how it works; each of you will get on the circle of your choosing. Once everyone is seated, you will be hoisted up into the air where you will spin. Sound simple?"
There was an echo of replies and a few groans while we found our seats. I took a spot between Rosalie and Leah. Once I was sure I was secure, I crossed my ankles and gripped the pole. Within moments we were lifted into the air and my feet were dangling.
This was going to be brutal.
Alright so who should become HOH?
Who should fall first?
Who should be nominated?
Let me know in a review!