C D C ' S M Y N E W G F F :: C H A P T E R 1
Audition tapes.
Summary: Chad is hosting a new reality show to find his new GFF, or girl friend forever. He has picked contestants from all over the country. It was just a publicity thing; he never expected to fall in love. What happens when he does? Channy multi. AU. R&R!
Rating: T for certain scenes.
Disclaimer: I don't own SWAC of Paris Hilton's My New BFF.
NOTE: This story is AU. It's not a story that's piggy-backed off a past episode or anything, it just has the same characters in a different setting/world. So don't be confused.
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I groaned as my mother flicked the lights on and off in my bedroom, and I turned over to burry my head in my designer pillow. Apparently the woman had no inkling of how tired I was after the brutal week of shooting the newest Mackenzie Falls movie. I've had a forty-hour work week, something the typical seventeen year-old isn't accustomed to.
Within ten minutes the light of my bedroom got to my head, and I decided to drag myself out of bed. I slipped on my slippers and put on my robe and walked downstairs. There was a bagel on the kitchen counter next to a note from my mom, telling me she would be back at home after work.
I took the bagel and walked into the studio in the basement of my mansion and greeted my personal casting director and best friend, Devon. He had cast me for Mackenzie Falls and we've been inseparable ever since. He and his managing team decided that they want a competitive show for girls where they compete to date a famous guy, and for the first season, I'm that guy. It was a little short notice but I'm on my season break and I'd gladly help his show take off. After all, who wouldn't watch something I'm in?
"Hey dude," I greeted, fist pumping his fist and throwing myself onto one of my movie theatre couches. He was planning to show me the final cut of girls participating in the show. These were the girls who would be fighting for my love and acceptance in less than 168 hours. I could play it down and tell you I'm not excited, but I must say, I'm more excited than I have been in months.
"Hey Coop, you ready?" Devon asked, carrying in a box. He began to unload the small box, piling DVDs on the coffee player in front of my massive plasma TV.
I nodded and stretched out my legs, yawning to seem disinterested. If I seemed too gung-ho, Dev could easily turn this around on me and take over the show. This was my show, dang it.
"Alright, I'm gonna start. The videos aren't very long. We've cut them down to the important stuff so it won't take up too much of your precious little time." He teased, walking up to my DVD player with the first video in his hands.
He slid in the first CD and I quickly grinned in anticipation, replacing it with a smirk to turn up my nonchalant factor. Dev took a seat next to me and reclined as well, ready to see the girls he would be the rebound for after I broke their hearts.
A blonde then popped up on the screen, a seductive smile on her face. She must've gotten this done professionally at the looks of it. She was drop-dead gorgeous and I know I won't be able to resist her looks for too long unless she's a total fake. The photo soon faded out and was replaced with another cute girl with her legs crossed. She began to talk.
"I'm Grace. This is my best friend, Catherine. She's totally your biggest fan. She'll be you're perfect GFF because not only will she worship you like you should be worshiped, but she'll support and love you until the day you die! She's the kind of girl that becomes committed and completely infatuated with her partner! What kind of guy doesn't want that – a pretty hot girl that'll do everything he wants, when he wants it? The lifestyle sounds pretty good to me, and I hope you'll feel the same way. Choose Catherine!"
I smirked in contentment only to hear Devon chuckle.
"She's hot, okay?" I laughed, lightly blushing. Thank god the lights were out, because CDC does not blush under any circumstances. But man was this girl attractive.
"There's more than a girl then her looks, Coop. I can't wait for the day when fake, pretty bimbos aren't all you want anymore." He mused, acting all old and wise.
"Just shut up and put the next tape in." I demanded with a laugh.
Devon sighed and obeyed, trudging over the the player and switching the discs. I looked on in satisfaction and leaned back in my chair, lounging my feet over the table in order to get comfortable.
A picture of a girl much like the last one was displayed on the screen now. But there was something about her. Her teeth were too white, her eyes too outlined, her ears too pierced, her hair too blonde… She just screamed 'fake', even though the picture was only up for a few seconds.
A more average-looking girl was up on the screen. She obviously was more modest and less confident than the last girl, her lips quivering and only her face showing.
"My name's Amanda and this is my close friend, Jess. She's the girl your mom has always warned you about, the one who will always come out on top. She's been popular and famous throughout our town and schools since forever, and she always will be. She handles fame well, and that's something you would need in a possible girlfriend. She's really pretty and photogenic and knows how to turn heads no matter where she is. She's not snobby and although she does like her fancy and expensive things and leads a nice lifestyle. You should totally pick her for your show!"
Chad laughed. This girl was like all the rest of them – blonde, worthless bimbos that only served one purpose: arm candy to get you good publicity. Sure, that's what he wanted, but he also wanted a girl with some substance.
Devon didn't speak as he switched the tapes this time, too afraid to challenge my girl instinct again. Who does he think he is, anyway? He's definitely not Chad Dylan Cooper.
A girl with adjusted glasses and a nervous smile appeared on the screen next. I had to blink a few times to adjust to from the pretty to witty. She was obviously one of the girls Dev had chosen for substance. He knew I couldn't be seen with someone like this, but if she and a popular blonde got in a fight, it would provide ratings.
Her sponsor was on the screen next. She was similar to the contestant girl, visually smart.
"Hey there, my name is Cassandra. This is one of my best friends, Meg, formally Megan. She's a braniac. Literally. She'll be able to solve any math problem you throw at her and she'll be able to help you write all of your press releases! There's nothing better than a do-it-all girl, and Meg's that girl! She's going to Harvard Medical School and has straight A's, which shows off her academic ability. She has glasses but don't let them deceive you, because beauty isn't everything when a girl has so much more to offer. Choose Megan and you won't regret it!"
I chuckled under my breath and Devon shot me another look, as if warning me to laugh any louder. He's protective of nerds because he is one.
The tapes were switched and my smirk reappeared as I took in the beauty in front of me. Man, were some of these girls hot. This girl had fiery red hair and a deep smile that could make any guy drool. But not me, of course. I'm Chad Dylan Cooper and I don't drool over girls, they drool over me.
"This is Josie, and I'm Anna. She's a good friend of mine and I know she's a big fan of yours, so I entering her in the competition for your show. Josie has always been the girl all the guys wanted, the one who was always considered hot. She may have had quite a few boyfriends, but she's been the best girlfriend a guy could ask for to all of them. She's also a master at dealing with fame, a quality you'll need to look for for your future girlfriend. Her dad owns a famous ketchup company throughout the U.S. and she's been to several places for press conferences – even the White House. You should pick Josie because she's the best girlfriend you could ever wish for. Bye!"
I laughed. No girl could be perfect enough for me, so why would they even try to convince me of such a thing?
Dev sighed and switched the videos again. I could tell he wasn't into any of these girls, and to be truthful, they were far out of his league anyway. Their loss.
The next girl whose picture was shown on the screen seemed way out of thought. She had bright pink hair, tons of earrings, over-colorful clothing and ugly makeup. I turned to Devon in surprise and he paused the tape with the remote.
"She'll bring in ratings," he explained, resuming the video.
"My sister's name is Abby. While we were raised we were always given a lot of freedom, so that explains the way she dresses. She likes to wear a bunch of different colored clothes to express her just as wild personality, and her hair color is another part of expression as well. So don't think she's a goth or emo or some stereotype like that, because she's just like you and me. She's had a past of shoplifting but she put that behind her and now her record has been clear for six months. I hope you pick her because no matter what her past is, she's a great girl that deserves a chance with a great guy." She lied through her teeth.
Her sister had obviously put her up to this, it was obvious. No lying gets past me, the greatest actor of out generation.
By the time I finished boosting my ego the next tape had already started.
The girl shown was visibly shy and timid, the kind of girl I could ruin with the snap of my fingers. She was so innocent looking, like a friend's little sister or your niece. I knew right away she wasn't going to win or get very far in the competition. She could probably schmooze her way through, but there's no way I'm getting an innocent, naïve girlfriend out of this competition. That's the point of it.
This time instead of the nominator's video showing, her voice just talked over a slideshow of pictures. Either she was ugly or what she was saying was so untruthful that she couldn't keep a straight face. The pictures showed her swinging with a teddy bear recently and drinking root beer. I approve of the drink but I'm not into dating girls that act twelve when they're teenagers. Not cool.
"Hi, I'm Clarice. Michelle has been my very best friend since we were only four, and she never backstabbed me or lied to me once. She's a hard working girl and never complains about work, because she'll happily complete it. She's never had a boyfriend and she's really shy, but she's a great girl once you get to know her. Pick her for your show!" Her voice cracked near the end and she erupted into giggles. This must be a joke… That poor little Michelle girl.
I nearly collapsed, so ready to be done with this. I don't get the point of me sitting and watching all of these when I could just meet them all myself next week. Apparently I needed to know what to expect from all o the girls so if they let me down I could eliminate them more precisely. I wish I could just hire someone to do all of this for me… But for all I know they would have bad taste and I don't want to wind up with the nerd girl. Not my cup of tea.
Devon popped the last tape into the DVD player, pressing play. The screen was black but faded into a gorgeous school picture of who I assumed is the possible contestant and winner of my competition.
"Lucy, get the camera out of my face!" The brunette giggled, now a video of her playing. She was beautiful. Long, black waves cascaded down her shoulders. She possessed a mega-watt smile that every guy could only hope was aimed at him. It may seem cliché, but I literally felt my heart soar. The other girls were pretty, but she was jaw-dropping.
"Her name is Sonny," the half-gingered girl, whom I assumed was Lucy, explained. "Well, no, actually it's Alison, but she's so nice and, well, sunny, that she was given that nickname. I nominated her because Sonny doesn't date. I know you probably just thought man she's beautiful, huh? Well she's only seriously dated one guy, and it didn't end well. And ever since, little Sonny's been a hermit in the romance department. But she's a great girl and an awesome friend and I can only hope you'll love her as much as I do! Bye!'' The girl lively spoke, leaning over to turn off the camera herself.
Sonny would be tough competition for the other girls if she was anything like Lucy said. I let out an exhausted groan at my completion. There, I'm done. These are the girls that would be here next week to compete to be my girlfriend. There's nothing I like better than watching girls fighting over me, so this show is going to be interesting.
But my mind kept drifting to that darn cute brunette. Sunbeam? Oh, I don't know. Learning names takes time and effort. But the video snippet of her tossing her hair over her shoulder as she ran to the video camera just replayed and replayed in my mind, to the point where it drove me crazy. She was mouth-watering and I couldn't wait to get a taste.
"There are three other girls, Kate, Chelsea and Alana. I figured you would be so tired after watching all of these to even pay attention to anymore. All the applications are the same, though. She's a great friend, yadda yadda yadda." He told me, ejecting the last tape.
"That's just how girls are. They want to be on the show and they're saying anything to prove it." I laughed. I knew none of these girls would suffice anyway.
We both sat in silence, not speaking with our lips but knowing what each other we going to say.
"Why ardid you really agree to do this show, Coop? Can't get a girl?" Devon asked out-of-the-blue, half serious and half joking. It shook me out of my little Sunbeam trance and I turned to face him.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "I can't get the right girl, Devon. I can get any girl I want."
"If so why are you fretting about that brunette? It should be cake." He teased, stacking the DVD entries into a pile and picking them up at once, placing them in a box across the room.
"Nice girls like nice guys. I can pretend to be a nice guy, Dev, but I can't play it for very long before it's not believable."
"And what if you actually fall for one of these girls?" He asked, smirking as though he knew something I didn't. He may be older, but I'm pretty sure he's no wiser. He must be messing with me. I just don't fall in love, that's the way it's always been.
"That won't happen. I'll go out with the winner, get publicity and make her famous, and then drop her just like the rest of them."
"That's low, dude, even for you." He laughed, pushing lightly on my shoulder playfully.
"Gotta do what you gotta do. That's this business for ya." I mused.
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