Hey guys, it's been ages since i've posted a story. I had a couple up but took them down to work on them. I will put them up when there done. Anyway so here's my new story. I hope you enjoy it. I loved big brother but since the turkey slap business im pissed thaats its gone off tv. So i was like 'Hey lets do a big brother story' so here it is. Ill try update this as fast as i can.

P.s. Im also looking to do a colab for this story. I anyone is interesting in co writing this with me. lets me know.

Introductions

I couldn't believe Renee actually convinced me to do this. What the hell was she thinking...? What the hell was I thinking? How the hell did I actually believe the crap that was coming out her mouth? "It will be fun, and you'll make so many new friends." She exclaimed after the first big brother audition add come on TV. Fun my ass. If I actually wanted to go on the crappy show I would have auditioned the other 8 times. But of course Renee was relentless. Every freaking second of every freaking day she would try to convince me to audition for the stupid show. I even woke up one morning with my iPod speakers in my ears chanting "Go on Big Brother 09'". The surprising thing was that I was almost convinced to audition that morning. And then i got my brain back and it was a straight out no.

So what is Big Brother you ask? Big Brother is a stupid, immature, moronic show where 12 or more people are locked up in a house for a good 4 or 5 months to entertain the rest of the sick and twisted population. No freedom. No rights. No life.

I was thoroughly pissed off with my mother. Not only had she been persistently annoying but she had gone behind my back and auditioned for me, filming a short 'About Me' clip (which still managed to be more embarrassing than most of our home videos) that was sent to the producers. And what do you know 3 days later I get a letter from the 'Big Bro' himself that I have been accepted into the house and that I should have essentials pack for at least a month. Betrayed by my own mother. Ha the bitch will be sorry she sent me here when I get voted out the first week for being pissy. I'm sure my mum had my best interests at heart or maybe hers? Who knows she's always been strange.

Reflecting back on my time in lock down was rather painful. Not in the physical sense but in an emotional way. I don't think there was ever a time in my life where I had ever been that bored. Well except for once in biology with Mr Banner, but that was understandable. When he talked...or should I say mumbled, it was like a string of incoherent grunts and moans. I guess that would explain why I'm still a virgin when I look back on it now.

Much to my pleasure my mum had called my manager, Victoria, to tell her that I would be absent from work for some time. When Victoria had asked why my mum smirked and said to watch some TV. I was pleased that I could postpone work for a while. It's not like my job as an author was hard or anything, just time consuming and frustrating when you had writers block which I had had for the past 3 months. It's a well known fact that I Bella Swan, 5 time Writer of the Year Award Winner, have raked in quite a fair bit of money over the past 5 years, but that doesn't mean I want people to look at me differently because I'm well off, in fact I just don't want people to look at me at all. It is a well known fact by the paparazzi that I was extremely uncoordinated and a cover shot of me being not so gracious was worth quite a bit.

But here I am now, sitting back stage waiting to be called on stage to be introduced to the nation. I'm nervous and in my opinion my jeans are too tight. I completely objected when Victoria insisted on dressing me but of course I have no say I what I wear on my own body. So I end up in the mother of tight jeans, a purple layered loose fitted top, purple high heels, which I might add does not do any good when you're nervous and have to go on TV in front of millions, and a black clutch. I had to admit that all together it looked quite nice but that still didn't excuse the fact that I was being dressed up like a Barbie doll.

As far as I was aware I was going to be the last person to enter the house. I wasn't sure if this was good or bad so I relished in the privacy I got whilst sitting in the waiting area. But of course all to soon my peaceful privacy came to an end and I was told to following a short lady with a long skirt and a black bob cut to the big doors where I would enter the stage to be quizzed and judged for 5 very brutal minutes before being tossed into the house which quite frankly could be filled with murders for all I knew. This show got even more ridiculous each year.

"Please welcome to the stage...BELLA!" Was what I heard as soon as I reach the big black doors. They swung open and the smoke machine went off with a loud pop which almost sent me face first to the floor. I walked out trying to keep my eyes straight ahead and not concentrate on the audience like I used to in public speaking competitions in primary school. Of course that idea crashed and burned. As soon as I reached the neon walkway my eyes unconsciously scanned the room and my breath caught my throat. So many people were all that ran through my head as I nervously walked down the runway. If I had any self confidence or common sense I would flaunted it down that run way but I was in a state of awe and shock.

There were posters everywhere and to my surprise a lot with my name on them. Well there's my ego boost for the day. People on either side on the walkway where trying to claw at my ankles so I speed my walked up a bit and swung my hips a little more to be sexy I guess, I didn't know what had come over me but I felt obligated to give a good show. And that's when I realised. Have fun. That's what I'm ment to be here for. To have fun. I was about halfway down the runway when my epiphany hit so for the rest of the walked I waved and blew kisses and even signed someone's shirt.

When I reached the stage I was greeted but a tall blonde haired lady with sharp features. I was instantly intimidated but that feeling disappeared as soon as she smiled one fat dimple on her chin immediately brightened her face. She was in a similar outfit to me except a little more revealing with a purple lacy corset. She gave me a quick hug and introduced herself has Grace and lead us to a small couch in the shape of lips. Here came the quiz.

The crowd quieted down after a minute more and Grace got out some palm cards which no doubt held some questions on them.

"So Bella, It's no secret here who you are. Everyone knows THE Bella Swan whether it be for your books or err... interesting cover shots. So since we are all well acquainted why don't we get to the juicy stuff. "

I silently rolled my eyes at her evasiveness. People like her annoyed me but I knew I just had to suck it up and get on with interview.

"Well there's not really much to know about me. I'm pretty simple." Translation; I'm and open books, and open brown book. I'm plain.

"Oh come on Bella give me something good. Any guy got your heart...or girl?"

I choked on the air as soon as the words left her unusually large mouth.

"Err no. No guys and definitely no girls. I'm just here to have fun and make new friends..." I was surprised by what slipped by my teeth "...You never know I might meet the lucky guy in here." I decided to play it up so I winked at the camera which set the crowd in to hysterics.

Of course that was now Graces queue to send me to the house. "Well Bella, we are all rooting for you. It's time to enter the house."

And with that I stood from the couch and walked off stage and outside to the gold buggy waiting for me. I was met at the hot pink car by an incredibly handsome blonde man. His hair was styled perfectly and is black pinstriped suit was crisp and smelled of lemon washing powder. His ice blue eyes examined me and his mouth was set into a grin that looked like it had never left his face.

"Hello Isabella may name is Carlisle. I'm here to give you a few last words before you head into the house. First things first, here's your mic. Now remember you must not take this off unless you are showering or sleeping and even then you must keep it near you. Secondly, this year's big brother will have more twists and turns in stall so be keep an eye out. And lastly, good luck." He gave me a quick hug but before he let me go he whispered "Me and my wife are rotting for our favourite author."

I pulled back with a huge smile feeling a lot more confidant.

I gave a waved at Carlisle and hoped onto the golf buggy. As I sat there, watching the Big Brother arena get smaller and smaller I immersed myself in the emotions that had bubbled inside me since this morning. The happiness and nervousness kept a frown and a smile on face, but I'm sure from an outsider's perspective it looked like a grimace. The excitement kept me bobbing in my seat and my being scared kept my nails short. With the realisation that my nails would soon be nonexistent I sat n my hands.

The car came to a sudden halt and had I not instinctively put my hands out to steady me on the bar I would have been flung straight off the car.

I carefully extracted myself from the car, trying to stay clear of any accidents and walked up to the big wooden doors that looked suspiciously a lot like the doors from Jurassic park. Did they think we'd try that hard to get out. I was broken out of thoughts by the booming sound of something or someone contradicting my thoughts. Well I guess some people do want to get out.

I started to get impatient was it got the 10 minute mark and I still hadn't entered the house. I had just stood there thinking I should maybe knock and screamed out "WTF Big Brother!? Do you want me in or not?"

And just as I was going to do just that the doors creaked and started to open. The smoke machine went crazy send huge black clouds into the air. I guess they were trying to make my entrance big. Oh how the housemates will be disappointed when they see me plain Bella walk through the door.

As the door open just enough for me to squeeze through I entered and just stood there until the smoke cleared away. Wouldn't want to fall on my 'Big' entrance.

The smoke finally cleared away and I was left standing there feeling naked and vulnerable as I stood there in front of what looked like all of the housemates.

The silence dragged on as they gawked at me for what seemed like hours when really it was 10 seconds. It was broken by a loud squeal and a small pixie-like girl running up and engulfing me into a hug. For someone so small she was amazingly strong. When I got a look at her face I was a struck by her beauty. Her short black hair stuck up in every direction and her facial features were small in comparison to her huge brown eyes. She wore the most unusual hot pink dress with one shoulder sticking out and her six inch heels barely did much for her height.

"Hi I'm Alice. What's your name? My god you're so pretty. I swear I've seen you somewhere. I love your shoes. I've definitely seen you somewhere. But where? You look like that chick that writes those books that my mum reads. She's in love with those books. She can't put them...down." I was shocked that that all came out in one breath. But was broken out of my daze as another squeal escaped her lips and realisation dawned on her face.

"Oh. My. God. You're Bella Swan. The Bella Swan!"

And with that the backyard broke into frenzy. A tall blonde with legs for days in a gold dress pranced over next to Alice and bombarded me with questions. All I caught was her name, Rosalie. Several other people came over to ask questions and other stood back and glared, mainly three girls who I had yet to learn the names of. After 20 minutes of a constant flow of questions directed my way I had finally memorized all the housemate's names.

There was Alice and Rosalie of course. These two I could easily see myself getting to know more. There was a shy brown haired girl named Angela. I liked her she seemed a lot like me. And then there were the other three girls which stood back and glared at me as I got the unwanted attention. There was a small plump girl wearing too much make-up and the wrong clothes for her body type, I learned her name was Jessica. Next to Jessica was Lauren, Jessica's opposite. She was skinny to the max but still wore too much make-up. She wore leggings and a corset top. And next to her was a strawberry blonde goddess which could have given Rosalie a run for her money had she not been keeping the ugly grimace/pout on her face. He name was Tanya. And I could feel her hatred radiating off of her.

Three of the boys which had gathered around rather quickly after Alice's squeal-a-thon payed extra attention and I soon learn that the reason Jessica and Lauren sent glares my way were because they already had the hots for two of them. Mike a average height baby faced boy had caught the eye of Jessica but continued to give me lusty looks. And Tyler a darked skinned boy with extensive muscles which Lauren had the hots for was replicating that look. And Eric, an oily skinned Asian boy who sadly had no fan club took gawking to a new meaning. I felt extremely exposed.

Emmett, a man with even more muscles with Tyler who frankly looked scary until his dimples came out to say hello when he smiled and Jasper a blonde haired man who looked like her could be a underwear model, immediately came up to me and embraced me. They were so easy going . They were like the brothers I never had. Further towards the house stood two males who's names I learned to be Jacob and James. Jacob always smiled and basically warmed anybody with in his 'gravity' was a tall lanky guy who also looked like her could back a punch. he looked strange standing next james, a man with a harsh expression and long blonde hair. He was handsome but something about him creeped me out.

The last man that I was introduced to was Edward. *Sigh* Edward he was God. Probably the most handsome man I've ever seen and will see in my life. His hair was the strangest colour. Not brown and not red but a mixture of the two. More like bronze. His face was like a piece of art. Perfectly sculpted. His body even though clothed in what looked to be expensive designer clothes, look extremely well kept. He looked healthy and fit. But the feature that caught my attention the most was his eyes. They were a beautiful rich green. His eyes were so deep. I could see his soul. (So cliché).

When he introduced himself I could hear a hint of and English accent. My god everything about im was appealing.

Within the first hour of my stay at the house I found myself sneaking glances at Edward every chance I could. When I met his gaze on the fifth glance I stopped so as not to be weird.

I was surprised when I found out that almost everybody in the house had read my books and was in a heated debate about which one was the best when we were interrupted by Big Brother.

His deep baritone voice spoke through the loudspeaker and cause m to jump and lose my footing on the deck. As I extended my hands and waited for the impact that thought was inevitable I felt a warm pair of hands encircle around my waist. I was pulled up and turned around and met a pair of sparkling emerald eyes. Edward *Sigh*.

"Thanks." I squeaked out as I realized our proximity.

He chuckled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear before flashing a dazzling crooked grin and saying "No problem."

He hesitantly let go and we all concentrated on Big Brothers Words.

"Housemates this is Big Brother..."

At that Emmett whispered "No shit." To which we all burst out laughing. After we settled down Big Brother continued.

"... thankyou Emmett. Housemates welcome to Big Brother 2010. You all know the rules and you all know that you must abide the rules so let me remind you now no funny business. You all have three chances. If you break three rules you will immediately evicted. Thankyou, that is all. The house is now open.

So there is it. Let me know what you think.

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