AN: Alright, a little confusion about the food competition…five of them made it across, so that means the whole house gets to stay on normal food, not just the people who made it. Now that that's cleared up…
Oh, and none of you have yet guessed who has the extensive criminal record…surprisingly, it's not Snitch…so keep guessing! Hehe, I'm evil!
This is what I'm going to call a 'diary room' chapter- where each of the house guests gives their take on what's going on before we move on to the next big event. It's a chapter where we just sit back, read their minds, and point and laugh.
SpotGod, these people were annoying me already. And I'd only been in the house one day. Especially the one called 'Cowboy'. He was just way too egotistical, and I knew I would be one of the two that he nominated for eviction.
There were, of course, those few that I just didn't trust. I mean, I couldn't tell a single clear thing about them, and that bugged me. Those had to be Skittery, Snitch, and Kid Blink. Well, that was kind of a lie…Blink was one of those 'actor' people. Need I say more?
Then there were the shy boys who you could just tell weren't cut out for the social scene. Dutchy and Specs…wasn't that a pair made in heaven. They would be off in corners discussing literature and art the whole time, knowing those bookworms.
Then we had the overly nice guys. They weren't too bad to be around, they were just…too nice. Bumlets and Mush represent that group here. They weren't any kind of threat to me unless I got nominated with one of them for eviction- then I'd definitely be the one kicked out.
There were the outcasts that didn't quite fit into any of the groups- Racetrack for one. I didn't trust that swindler any further than I could throw him. But I could throw him, you know, I'm stronger than I look, and…well…anyways…And Itey. The kid. The tag-along. He was going to find a role model- probably Cowboy- and stick to him like glue.
And, of course, the preps. Cowboy and Davey. Oh man, I already couldn't wait to have them out of the house. Davey was just a plain annoying prick, and I was surprised Cowboy could fit through that door with a head as big as his.
But I did know one thing. I was going to win. I had to win. I mean, was there any other guy in this house that could match me? No. Not a chance.
SpecsI was not happy. I had been saddled with a nickname, locked into a house with eleven absolutely insane people with obviously no appreciation for great literature, and dropped into a freezing cold pool all in the same day. Why in God's name did I let my friends talk me into this?!
It was very unnerving to know that there were cameras all over the house. In every hallway, in every bedroom, hell, even right outside the shower! I'd already hated being in front of a camera at family reunions, but now every single move I made was being watched by thousands of people all over America?!
I wasn't going to survive one week, let alone eleven.
However, there were a few people that I didn't really mind. At least not yet. I mean, Bumlets and Mush didn't seem that bad, and neither did Dutchy.
On the other hand, Spot was scaring me. I was gonna have nightmares about that kid for a month.
I just wanted to go home…
IteyI felt like ducking into a closet somewhere and staying there until I was evicted. Some of these people were so aggressive that it was making me ill. I had a pretty laid back family, and I just couldn't imagine living with these guys for eleven weeks.
Maybe a good strategy would be just to stay in the woodwork. Just sit back and watch everybody else duke it out and not make a target of myself. Yeah…I'dtry that. I definitely didn't want to put myself in the crosshairs of Spot by sticking out.
MushThe things I do for my family. I mean, this was crazy. I didn't belong here. My little brothers and sisters were going to be watching me spend day in and day out with these people? Did I even want them seeing these people at all? Hopefully mom and dad would record and censor what they watched…
I didn't want mom and dad watching this either, on second thought. They had already expressed that they didn't want me doing this, but did I listen? No. I had to be my stubborn self and go into this.
I couldn't move a centimeter without thinking about all those cameras. It was bad enough knowing my family was watching, but the entire United States?
This was gonna be harder than I thought…
Davey
He was so cute…I mean, who could resist that amazing, flyaway blond hair, or that gorgeous crystal blue color of his eyes? Well, eye, anyway. And an actor! Oh, I was dying right here, right now. He was so drop dead sexy. I mean, how often do you meet a stunt man who's just as good looking as the leading man? This had to be my lucky day.
But he wasn't gay, and probably not bi, judging by his reaction to finding out that I was. That was a…small obstacle.
Anyway, I didn't much like the other people in the house. Spot was just plain mean. As soon as I get the chance, I'm going to get him out of here. The same for Cowboy.
Skittery's very handsome, but…he scared me. Along with Snitch and Spot. They all scared me. I immediately made a mental note to avoid them. Dutchy and Specs seemed to be okay guys, just too quiet. Probably bookworms.
Mush and Bumlets…now those were nice guys. Of course, Mush came from a town where everyone knew everyone and they don't even have a movie theater, so being a 'nice guy' was to be expected. Bumlets was just…well…naturally nice, I guess.
But they didn't seem to mind me. Things had gotten off to a pretty good start, anyway. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I originally thought.
Cowboy
I had no competition. None at all. Everyone else had something about them that could be pointed out that was bad except for me. Ready for examples?
Spot is just a bitch. Mush is far too feminine, over sensitive, and naïve. Blink…he's an actor. That speaks for itself. Davey was a fag. Dutchy was a wayward painter- he would probably spend the whole time 'getting in touch with his inner self'. Specs was a smart-ass who had his nose in a book and not in the game. Itey was the tag-along. Bumlets was just too nice, and that would come back to haunt him. Snitch was the quiet athlete, but far too closed off. Racetrack was a gambler, and he'd be taking undue risks the whole time. Skittery…he was just odd. Creepy. Shady. He just gave me the creeps. A freak, in other words.
And me? I was Cowboy. Mr. Head of Household. And I held their first-week fates in the balance. I had already decided who I was going to evict, there was no question about that. It was as clear as the fact that I was going to take home that $25,000 dollars.
RacetrackIt was like a card game. Keep on your poker face, don't show your hands, and watch everyone else to find out what they're holding.
Everyone else most likely thought that Spot and Cowboy were the biggest threats in the house. See, that's where they messed up. Spot and Cowboy would both be out of there by week five; I'd bet my life savings on that. The real threat came from Mush and quite possibly Dutchy. Maybe Specs. The quiet ones.
The ones you wouldn't notice until they were standing over you with the knife, ready to slit your throat.
They get rid of Spot, Cowboy, and then anyone else who sticks out. They don't even realize that they've left the 'nice guys' in a position to boot your ass right out the door.
So what's the real strategy here? Kiss up. Make nice with the 'nice guys', so that they won't want to boot you out. Make an alliance that no one will notice or care about.
Until it's too late. Until I'm the one standing there, boot ready to kick your ass outta this house.
SkitteryNobody could figure me out. And that's the way I wanted it.
Cause they would have me out of the house in the first week if they knew anything.
Ah, tis life.
I wondered who Jack would put up for nomination. If he was the superficial guy inside that he posed as on the outside, then I was in no danger. He'd nominate someone like Spot. All I had to do was sit back, sip on a soda that I pretended was a tequila, and watch the first week go by without incident.
It was starting the second week that I should worry. Cause I could just tell, right now, that nobody trusted me. Not a single person here. Well, except for Mush maybe, but he didn't count cause he was just so sweet and innocent that it was sickening.
All these cameras were making me nervous. I never had liked cameras, but having them there even when I stepped out of the shower [1], that was just torture.
I knew I probably wouldn't make it has week three. But I was here, and that was quite enough in itself.
BlinkOkay, the day was just about over, and Davey was creeping me out. I seriously wanted to set his hair on fire to make it clear to him that staring is not socially acceptable. I mean, anything to get on camera, but this? Having a gay guy making eyes at me all day?
I DON'T THINK SO!
Okay, okay…calm…calm…damn it, I couldn't wait for the nominations. If he went up for eviction, my vote would be in before anyone else's. Forget alliances, forget strategies…I couldn't stand him!
On to other things. With the exception of Spot, everyone else seemed to be agreeable enough that I could stand them for as long as I was here. I think everyone else agreed with me that Spot had to go…he was just insane.
Possibly Skittery. He was hiding something, I knew it. Maybe he was the one with the 'extensive criminal record'. On the other hand, I'd rather not know.
Just survive. That was all that I wanted. It hadn't started that way, but with the new developments…oh, God…my dad was watching a GAY GUY hit on me!!!!!!!
Okay…time to go get sick…
DutchyI needed to scream at the top of my lungs.
They were putting me on edge! Not only was I the only neat freak in the house, but all these people walk around like there are man eating bugs around every corner! The ironic thing was that the only person who didn't seem to be on edge was the one who was called Skittery! Messed up…just plain messed up.
You know, when I first came, I had a strategy. Now I couldn't even remember what it was. It didn't matter after meeting all these guys.
Now I was hoping that they would just kind of ignore me.
I spent the evening with Race today. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, despite my first impression that any gambler wasn't to be trusted. He was just really open and really nice. Maybe I would make a couple of friends here.
BumletsWhy did I have to be so nice? My brother told me I was opening the door for people who were going to let it swing back and hit me. He had to be right. A few of these people didn't have a nice bone in their bodies!
I actually sat down and talked with Skittery, and he didn't seem as bad as I had thought. He was actually a very intelligent, well-spoken guy. Mush didn't seem so bad, and I could just tell Dutchy and Specs were gonna be okay people. But Racetrack…I didn't know if anyone else was sensing it, but I was just getting a bad vibe from the time he introduced himself. Maybe it was just me.
And what was everyone's problem with the fact that I danced? Did being a dancer automatically make you a pansy? If we were going by stereotypes, then Blink would be gay. And I could tell you with no trouble that he most certainly is not. But then again, I had a friend who has homophobic- until he met Bobby. You get the picture.
Oh, well. I'd be living by stereotypes for the next eleven weeks, so I'd just have to get over it.
SnitchI would much rather be on the court, playing basketball. I mean, who would want to be locked up with these guys?
But then again, $25,000 dollars. I mean, come on. Who would pass up that chance?
I didn't trust any of these guys. Not even the naïve sweetheart of the house- I'm sure you all knew who that was- was in my area of trust. For all we knew, he was plotting something.
Hell, what was I talkin' about? That kid probably couldn't 'plot' to save his life. And he smelled good. Evil plotters don't smell good…I think.
Anyway…just forget it. I seriously needed some sleep if I was giving thought to how someone smelled.
[1] Oh, yes. I said 'Skittery' and 'shower' in the same sentence. Yummy…
AN: Okay…next chapter, nominations are made, and the veto power is given…oh, God, poor Blink…I can't stand Davey either…he just irks me. Then again, I'm an actress…everyone irks me. Aw, I'll make a deal…I'll shut up if you review!