Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters they belong to the WB, and
all those talented writers out there, you know who you are, etc.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please RATE AND REVIEW to let me know your thoughts. And also this will be based more on the English version of BB considering I'm English and haven't seen the US version, but still, no flames just yet, hehehe.
Thanks to my English teacher Lynne, she taught me all I know, so if you are going to complain, give her a buzz instead of me, hehe.
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Just to set the scene:
The night of the moving in approaches, since the housemates were selected to be locked up for weeks on end with each other, they haven't been able to see each other anymore beforehand, like that's a bad thing, they're going to be living under each other for up to 11 weeks, so yes there will be fights, yes the will be night time liaisons, you never know, there may even be a game better than 'follow the van', who knows (not even me because I'm making this up as I go along, tralala la lala.) They are going through those vital security checks (well vital for the programme makers anyways) we do not want another Nasty Nick incident (who knew a pencil could cause so much uproar)
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'Why exactly AM I doing this?' pondered Kerry as she was hauled into a room with the other housemates. 'More like animals in a damn zoo,' she continued to herself. 'Damn, I know why, I though it would be the new me, like the beginning of my new life, what was I thinking though?' She stood in silence deep in her thought for a while the other doctors chatted excited about their upcoming adventure.
'Yeah, I know why I am doing this. I've got to prove to Sandy that I am comfortable with being gay, hell, if I can show the whole world, then there is no problem anymore. Well except.' Kerry trailed off, sighed and a feint smile appeared on her face thinking about the possibility of her and Sandy being together again. 'Ah well.'
Kerry looked around the small, boxy room as the burly security guards frisked the housemates frantically to ensure no forbidden items were being smuggled into the house.
Pratt shifted uneasily on his feet as the butch man searched through his suitcase, to reveal wrapped inside is Calvin Klein boxers, a miniscule portable TV set. The guard stood to stance sharply, gripping the miniature machine. He remained silent, but his eyes bulged and stared down at Pratt, who let out a loud, echoing but brief chuckle and shook his head defiantly. The guard exhaled hurricane strength winds. (Like the metaphor? Lynne would be proud)
Pratt immediately tried to redeem himself. 'Well what's a guy to do, huh?' he asked no one in particular. 'Man, I gotta watch the game on Sunday. I mean you're a guy, right?' he said as he looked in the security guards general direction. It was perfectly obvious he was so its one of those questions that isn't a question, ie rhetorical. He continued, 'You know the male-sport relationship, right?'
Abby cut in, 'Erm, well isn't it against the whole point of this, you know, to see how we interact with each other as people. If we wanted to gather around a TV set we could've stayed back in the ER lounge.' Abby, obviously, was always that kid who had to put the end to really fun games, just as it was getting really exciting and thrilling, more like the voice of reason during the times it was unneeded.
Susan continued, 'Well, yeah, Pratt, Abby's right.' Pratt quickly cut in, 'I'm not in here for the social experiment, I'm here for the suitcase full of the good old almighty dollar.' But he knew he was too late. Susan had already started with her drawl, and it was unlikely that she would stop mid flow.
Susan proceeded, 'Because, anyway,' she said diplomatically, 'all that will end up happening is the guys will sit on the couch gathered around that dumb box,' she gestured lamely with her right arm to the device in question, 'stuffing nachos and dip while us girls will slave away in the kitchen all day.'
'Why, Susan, never knew you shared the traditional human role values,' Rocket butted in.
'Ah-haa,' replied Susan slowly as she pondered Robert's remark, wondering if he actually believed in that or not. The answer to that is obviously yes, she'll find that out later, I'm sure when he's giving her all of his laundry to clean and iron.
Carter looked at Susan with those cutie eyes and lowered his voice to her, as if like a hurt puppy, 'Hey, not all guys are like that, you know,' he glanced over in Robert's direction, looking for her approval where she would say that he wasn't like that.
'Not all, meaning you?' she said flatly, almost like she knew the conversation before it developed any further. Carter bowed his head deeply in response as his eyes, yes those darling eyes, stared in her gaze.
'Hmmmm,' Abby chipped in. Abby didn't like it when Carter gave his attention elsewhere, she wanted to be the one at the centre of his thoughts. She wanted him to look at her and her only and see her for what she really is. After Luka had told her she was nothing special and she wasn't really as pretty as the other girls, she began to believe it, like back in High School again. She couldn't believe someone she once loved suddenly say those hurtful things to her. She knew Carter wasn't like that, at all. Abby remember when she when Carter had taken her out. He made her feel special. Like a princess. Cue violins at this point as Abby slides deeper into emotional turmoil and melancholy She sure does know how to kill a party.
Stepping out of the land of Abby's soap opera head, Pratt began to get impatient. 'Well, anyway about my TV,' he said rudely, obviously fed up of hearing about Abby and her problems of low self esteem. 'I can take it in, huh?' He looked at the guard hoping he had changed his mind since Abby's episode of depression. The guard just stared coldly at Pratt like he was beneath him. Well height wise he actually was, but metaphorically speaking. 'Aw man.' Pratt resided defeat and his shoulders dropped. He pouted his lips and stared off into the corner of the room as his eyes fought the tears. The tears of his dreams shattered, in one swoop.
'I agree entirely,' stated Gallant. Yet another killjoy, woah what is it with these people. 'It is against the rules and defeats the purpose of the exercise. You know,' continued Gallant as Pratt spoke over him beaten, 'Ah great, this will be fun.' Sarcasm is a virtue, so they so (they being the unknown wisemen who say these things).
Over the other side of the room, Elizabeth argued with another security guard. 'Look, I'm sorry ma'am, your suitcase is overweight and too full, look at it, it doesn't even close,' he smiled as he waved his hand in its direction. 'Well damn that,' said Elizabeth bitterly. 'Listen, I'm there for 11 weeks, 11 weeks, that's 77 days. I need clean clothes,' Elizabeth spat, getting upset at the thought of not being able to take some of her items.
'Well do you really need all of these?' asked the guard helpfully. 'Yes I bloody well do,' retorted Elizabeth sharply. Ouch. The guard looked down at the case half occupied by boxes of teabags. 'Really?' he replied with a smile, slightly mocking her. 'Yes, I told you!' yelled Elizabeth fiercely, evidently becoming more irate at the prospect of having to do with weak tea while she was in the house. Oh my golly gosh, what is one to do?
'Hey Elizabeth,' said Luka softly from the corner of the room. 'I have room in my suitcase. You can put some of your belongings close with mine, so they touch side by side.' (OK see what I mean about the whole doesn't-know- what-he's-talking-about-thing-and-just-uses-words-for-the-sake-of-using- them-when-really-they-are-not-needed-at-all? Kinda like what I just did there.)
Elizabeth smiled sweetly at Luka, then turned to the guard and replied, 'Well that's settled then,' as she unpacked her items.
The tension began to mount cue sharp, hitting drums and clashy instruments with hint of a violin ensemble
All of the housemates listened intently as they were told what to do next.
'OK, people, one by one, in alphabetical order, housemates will be called to the house by Big Brother,' said the programme executive type guy. 'You will be lead into the house in 3 minutes successions,' he continues.
By this time, Pratt was bored and stared about the room. He thought, 'This is gonna be sweet. 11 weeks of butt sitting and I'm gonna walk away with the cash,' he chuckled to himself.
'Animals, that's what we are. Getting treated like animals. I'll lead you in one by one. Hmm where did I hear that before,' resumed Kerry silently.
'But I don't' understand it, why doesn't he ever look at me, he knows me better. Unless I'm just second best, second best. I really don't understand what makes me such a bad person to be around. What is it exactly? I mean, sure, just because I'm not some dumb, dizzy blonde,' thought Abby as she waited to enter the house. (OK remind me never to cut to Abby's inner thoughts again.)
'Hmm, I notice how I've had no dialogue yet,' Debs thought huffily. (Well maybe because you have the personality of a wooden bread board.) 'Its because I'm a woman, I know it.'
'I can't wait to get a brew on,' Elizabeth said in her head with a smile. 'Ahhh.'
'What is death? Is it just the beginning of something far more exciting, mysterious and superior than listening to me talk bullcrap, or is it the end of our journey called life and at the end we will cease to exist anymore? Who knows?' Luka thought mixed up in his own tangled thoughts. 'I'm Croation.'
'You can do it. You'll on be gone from her for 11 weeks. She'll be fine. Yes, she'll be fine. Aw, but I do miss her so much already. I'd give anything just to run my fingers through her long, silky black hair and kiss her pretty little mouth.' Robert thought about the implications of being away from Gretel too long. 'What happens if she finds someone else? Someone she loves more? She's my only love.'
'Susan, Susan and Susan. Oh and then Chloe and Little Susie, with a bit of Susan, preceeded by a lot of Susan. Yes, Little Susie, Little Susie, Chloe, Little Susie, Chloe, Chloe and Susan. And then Susan, Susan, Susan and to finish with Susan.' Susan pondered annoyingly with her monotonous drone.
'OK, what's going on here. We were supposed to enter that house at 20 hundred hours, and its now 20 hundred hours and 30 seconds. This is not on. You know,' Gallant said with somewhat authority.
'I don't know why I'm here? I'm a millionaire, like I need the money. But I guess by being here, I can act like I DO need the money, then people will think I'm just like them and I'm not a rich kid,' Carter contemplated.
The housemates jumped, startled by the loud voice that told Abby to enter the house.
'Oh well guys, see you in the asylum,' she said gloomily as she walked up the stairs. As she did so, she realised that carter was next in the house, they could be alone for 3 whole minutes. Her mind raced with pleasure as she thought about what that would be like, about HER being HIS only focus for 3 minutes. 'Oh my god,' she said slowly. 'This isn't going to be soo bad after all.' She chuckled (kinda like tehehehe) with a devilish smile on her usually frown festered face, you know the one.
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Please RATE AND REVIEW this people because I really want feedback. The first night in the BB house will be here shortly.
Author's note: This is my first fanfic, so please RATE AND REVIEW to let me know your thoughts. And also this will be based more on the English version of BB considering I'm English and haven't seen the US version, but still, no flames just yet, hehehe.
Thanks to my English teacher Lynne, she taught me all I know, so if you are going to complain, give her a buzz instead of me, hehe.
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Just to set the scene:
The night of the moving in approaches, since the housemates were selected to be locked up for weeks on end with each other, they haven't been able to see each other anymore beforehand, like that's a bad thing, they're going to be living under each other for up to 11 weeks, so yes there will be fights, yes the will be night time liaisons, you never know, there may even be a game better than 'follow the van', who knows (not even me because I'm making this up as I go along, tralala la lala.) They are going through those vital security checks (well vital for the programme makers anyways) we do not want another Nasty Nick incident (who knew a pencil could cause so much uproar)
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'Why exactly AM I doing this?' pondered Kerry as she was hauled into a room with the other housemates. 'More like animals in a damn zoo,' she continued to herself. 'Damn, I know why, I though it would be the new me, like the beginning of my new life, what was I thinking though?' She stood in silence deep in her thought for a while the other doctors chatted excited about their upcoming adventure.
'Yeah, I know why I am doing this. I've got to prove to Sandy that I am comfortable with being gay, hell, if I can show the whole world, then there is no problem anymore. Well except.' Kerry trailed off, sighed and a feint smile appeared on her face thinking about the possibility of her and Sandy being together again. 'Ah well.'
Kerry looked around the small, boxy room as the burly security guards frisked the housemates frantically to ensure no forbidden items were being smuggled into the house.
Pratt shifted uneasily on his feet as the butch man searched through his suitcase, to reveal wrapped inside is Calvin Klein boxers, a miniscule portable TV set. The guard stood to stance sharply, gripping the miniature machine. He remained silent, but his eyes bulged and stared down at Pratt, who let out a loud, echoing but brief chuckle and shook his head defiantly. The guard exhaled hurricane strength winds. (Like the metaphor? Lynne would be proud)
Pratt immediately tried to redeem himself. 'Well what's a guy to do, huh?' he asked no one in particular. 'Man, I gotta watch the game on Sunday. I mean you're a guy, right?' he said as he looked in the security guards general direction. It was perfectly obvious he was so its one of those questions that isn't a question, ie rhetorical. He continued, 'You know the male-sport relationship, right?'
Abby cut in, 'Erm, well isn't it against the whole point of this, you know, to see how we interact with each other as people. If we wanted to gather around a TV set we could've stayed back in the ER lounge.' Abby, obviously, was always that kid who had to put the end to really fun games, just as it was getting really exciting and thrilling, more like the voice of reason during the times it was unneeded.
Susan continued, 'Well, yeah, Pratt, Abby's right.' Pratt quickly cut in, 'I'm not in here for the social experiment, I'm here for the suitcase full of the good old almighty dollar.' But he knew he was too late. Susan had already started with her drawl, and it was unlikely that she would stop mid flow.
Susan proceeded, 'Because, anyway,' she said diplomatically, 'all that will end up happening is the guys will sit on the couch gathered around that dumb box,' she gestured lamely with her right arm to the device in question, 'stuffing nachos and dip while us girls will slave away in the kitchen all day.'
'Why, Susan, never knew you shared the traditional human role values,' Rocket butted in.
'Ah-haa,' replied Susan slowly as she pondered Robert's remark, wondering if he actually believed in that or not. The answer to that is obviously yes, she'll find that out later, I'm sure when he's giving her all of his laundry to clean and iron.
Carter looked at Susan with those cutie eyes and lowered his voice to her, as if like a hurt puppy, 'Hey, not all guys are like that, you know,' he glanced over in Robert's direction, looking for her approval where she would say that he wasn't like that.
'Not all, meaning you?' she said flatly, almost like she knew the conversation before it developed any further. Carter bowed his head deeply in response as his eyes, yes those darling eyes, stared in her gaze.
'Hmmmm,' Abby chipped in. Abby didn't like it when Carter gave his attention elsewhere, she wanted to be the one at the centre of his thoughts. She wanted him to look at her and her only and see her for what she really is. After Luka had told her she was nothing special and she wasn't really as pretty as the other girls, she began to believe it, like back in High School again. She couldn't believe someone she once loved suddenly say those hurtful things to her. She knew Carter wasn't like that, at all. Abby remember when she when Carter had taken her out. He made her feel special. Like a princess. Cue violins at this point as Abby slides deeper into emotional turmoil and melancholy She sure does know how to kill a party.
Stepping out of the land of Abby's soap opera head, Pratt began to get impatient. 'Well, anyway about my TV,' he said rudely, obviously fed up of hearing about Abby and her problems of low self esteem. 'I can take it in, huh?' He looked at the guard hoping he had changed his mind since Abby's episode of depression. The guard just stared coldly at Pratt like he was beneath him. Well height wise he actually was, but metaphorically speaking. 'Aw man.' Pratt resided defeat and his shoulders dropped. He pouted his lips and stared off into the corner of the room as his eyes fought the tears. The tears of his dreams shattered, in one swoop.
'I agree entirely,' stated Gallant. Yet another killjoy, woah what is it with these people. 'It is against the rules and defeats the purpose of the exercise. You know,' continued Gallant as Pratt spoke over him beaten, 'Ah great, this will be fun.' Sarcasm is a virtue, so they so (they being the unknown wisemen who say these things).
Over the other side of the room, Elizabeth argued with another security guard. 'Look, I'm sorry ma'am, your suitcase is overweight and too full, look at it, it doesn't even close,' he smiled as he waved his hand in its direction. 'Well damn that,' said Elizabeth bitterly. 'Listen, I'm there for 11 weeks, 11 weeks, that's 77 days. I need clean clothes,' Elizabeth spat, getting upset at the thought of not being able to take some of her items.
'Well do you really need all of these?' asked the guard helpfully. 'Yes I bloody well do,' retorted Elizabeth sharply. Ouch. The guard looked down at the case half occupied by boxes of teabags. 'Really?' he replied with a smile, slightly mocking her. 'Yes, I told you!' yelled Elizabeth fiercely, evidently becoming more irate at the prospect of having to do with weak tea while she was in the house. Oh my golly gosh, what is one to do?
'Hey Elizabeth,' said Luka softly from the corner of the room. 'I have room in my suitcase. You can put some of your belongings close with mine, so they touch side by side.' (OK see what I mean about the whole doesn't-know- what-he's-talking-about-thing-and-just-uses-words-for-the-sake-of-using- them-when-really-they-are-not-needed-at-all? Kinda like what I just did there.)
Elizabeth smiled sweetly at Luka, then turned to the guard and replied, 'Well that's settled then,' as she unpacked her items.
The tension began to mount cue sharp, hitting drums and clashy instruments with hint of a violin ensemble
All of the housemates listened intently as they were told what to do next.
'OK, people, one by one, in alphabetical order, housemates will be called to the house by Big Brother,' said the programme executive type guy. 'You will be lead into the house in 3 minutes successions,' he continues.
By this time, Pratt was bored and stared about the room. He thought, 'This is gonna be sweet. 11 weeks of butt sitting and I'm gonna walk away with the cash,' he chuckled to himself.
'Animals, that's what we are. Getting treated like animals. I'll lead you in one by one. Hmm where did I hear that before,' resumed Kerry silently.
'But I don't' understand it, why doesn't he ever look at me, he knows me better. Unless I'm just second best, second best. I really don't understand what makes me such a bad person to be around. What is it exactly? I mean, sure, just because I'm not some dumb, dizzy blonde,' thought Abby as she waited to enter the house. (OK remind me never to cut to Abby's inner thoughts again.)
'Hmm, I notice how I've had no dialogue yet,' Debs thought huffily. (Well maybe because you have the personality of a wooden bread board.) 'Its because I'm a woman, I know it.'
'I can't wait to get a brew on,' Elizabeth said in her head with a smile. 'Ahhh.'
'What is death? Is it just the beginning of something far more exciting, mysterious and superior than listening to me talk bullcrap, or is it the end of our journey called life and at the end we will cease to exist anymore? Who knows?' Luka thought mixed up in his own tangled thoughts. 'I'm Croation.'
'You can do it. You'll on be gone from her for 11 weeks. She'll be fine. Yes, she'll be fine. Aw, but I do miss her so much already. I'd give anything just to run my fingers through her long, silky black hair and kiss her pretty little mouth.' Robert thought about the implications of being away from Gretel too long. 'What happens if she finds someone else? Someone she loves more? She's my only love.'
'Susan, Susan and Susan. Oh and then Chloe and Little Susie, with a bit of Susan, preceeded by a lot of Susan. Yes, Little Susie, Little Susie, Chloe, Little Susie, Chloe, Chloe and Susan. And then Susan, Susan, Susan and to finish with Susan.' Susan pondered annoyingly with her monotonous drone.
'OK, what's going on here. We were supposed to enter that house at 20 hundred hours, and its now 20 hundred hours and 30 seconds. This is not on. You know,' Gallant said with somewhat authority.
'I don't know why I'm here? I'm a millionaire, like I need the money. But I guess by being here, I can act like I DO need the money, then people will think I'm just like them and I'm not a rich kid,' Carter contemplated.
The housemates jumped, startled by the loud voice that told Abby to enter the house.
'Oh well guys, see you in the asylum,' she said gloomily as she walked up the stairs. As she did so, she realised that carter was next in the house, they could be alone for 3 whole minutes. Her mind raced with pleasure as she thought about what that would be like, about HER being HIS only focus for 3 minutes. 'Oh my god,' she said slowly. 'This isn't going to be soo bad after all.' She chuckled (kinda like tehehehe) with a devilish smile on her usually frown festered face, you know the one.
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Please RATE AND REVIEW this people because I really want feedback. The first night in the BB house will be here shortly.