"So, you had a good time then. I'm glad." We both stood outside my room door. Everyone else was alseep, the hall was dimly lit and an obnoxious camera was zooming in and out around us.

She nodded childishly. "Fantastic."

"Good..." I looked down. The other girls had kissed me without a qualm, I didn't even have to make a comment or move. They had all been good kissers, especially Diane, hers was firey and suggestive.

"Night!" She had opened the door, slid in, and shut it, before I could respond. I bet her mom taught her that.

"I taught her that." Lorelai informed the room.
I studied the wood grain on the closed door in front of me. I imagined if this was a sitcom TV show it'd be a split shot of both of us staring at the door with pensive looks. But it's not a sitcom TV show and she's probably not lookinag at the door like I am.

I glanced at the camera. I'm so pathetic, what'll I say when the guys see this?

I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked towards my room. If I make it the whole way and no girl calls me a jerk, even though I act like an absolute complete jerk I get a million dollars.

I'm rich, but that number still registered as important. Despite Hartford logic, the DuGrey money onmy Tristan side was hard earned. I didn't take anything from dad, and he never offered me apillow after military school. I'd proved my worth and I wasn't going to ruin it.

A million dollars would be nice.

But if any girl called me a jerk to my face...specifically told me "You're a jerk!", the studio would tell her the truth and she'd win a million. A cool million. Then the game would end and emotional pieces of shattered heartswould litter the studio lobby.

I shifted uncomfortably. It was a short show, only five or six episodes. If it went off really well they'd do another spin off the show...like Love or Money or Joe Millionaire. Giant hoaxs...the public loves 'em.

"But if I win, or if I lose...Rory..." I kicked the carpet a little. I glanced at the camera man.

"Speak up, if we can't hear you it's hard to put on film dude." He informed me.

I gave him a sarcastic grimace. "Thanks."

"Just doin' my job man, if you fall in love with the doll or not it's gotta be on camera."

I bit back a snide comment and went into my room.

I made sure that I didn't look at the door when it closed behind me. I went strait to my bed and buried my face into the pillow. That was, by far, the best date I'd ever been on.

The breeze, the food, the questions-only game, the YACHT, but most importantly...the company. Tristan had done a complete 1-80 on me, I'd never seen him so casually charming.

It wasn't suave, it wasn't debonaire. He was airy and natural and so easy to converse with. Everything he did was so easy, it came off...like it should have been fake compared to his usual character, but it wasn't. The worst part of it all was how cliched this entire situation was. Dean, he was easy, the "new guy at school" who had a job at the local grocer. Jess, the nephew of his mom's best friend.

It bothered me. This show was what it said it was, a show. It was clever entertainment for the masses and girls somehow believed that they could fall in love on it. They thought that in the space of a few weeks a randomly chosen guy could turn out to be the man of their dreams!

And even worse, the show was going to have some sort of twist. No TV audience is satisfied with a plain bachlor like show now, they want it all, they want every twist and every wrong thing to happen. The sick mind of the typical American.

I glared, there was no one in the room, but I felt like I was glaring at ABC. And maybe even at Mom, I could completely imagine her face watching this. She probably already knew the twist too, she probably already knew what giant hoax I was bound to figure out later.

The phone rang and I picked it up. "What?"

"Where?" It was Tristan.

"Why are you calling?"

"Is this Mary?"

"Will you stop calling me that?"

"Did you give me a chance to say good night?"

"Are the words what you meant?" I snapped back, a childish grin.

"Are you being suggestive Gilmore?"

"No!"

"Statement. One-love." He hung up.

After Rory slipped into her room it flashed to a commericial. Lorelai leaned back as the commentator, Biff, promised scenes from the next episode. "I wonder if he's going to call her or something." Sookie ventured.

"I doubt it, the full of himself freak." Luke growled, standing and drinking the last draught of his beer.

"Yeah, the whole point of the show is to prove to his poker buddies he's seductive." Miss Patty sighed. "Well, back to the studio with me."

"Oh yeah, one more thing," Lorelai grinned. "Rory is resisting!" She stuck her tongue at them all and waltzed out of the room.

There it is folks, another cliched chapter, drop me a line...CUZ AP TESTING IS OOOOVVVEERRR!