I woke slowly. Sunlight streamed through the window. My hair fanned out over the pillow in a way I'd never been able to make it do before. My hair smelt perfumed from the beach yesterday. My body sunk into the bed, as the salt air always makes me so tired. And if I hadn't been sleepy enough, I couldn't sleep because of yesterday.

I couldn't understand the 180 of a turn that had happened last night. The image of his smarmy smirk and punk wink had been replaced by the perfect gentleman. He had been charming, king, disarming...politely flirtatious and clever.

"What's wrong with me?"

Ilooked at the camera carefully positioned in the room. "How can I like this guy?"I asked it curtly.

The phone rang. I answered it to hear the calm intructions from the camera lady that breakfast was going to be served soon. There was one more "date" before Tristan was going to eliminate two more girls.

I woke quickly. I'm definitely not a morning person, but I was excited to wake up. I was excited to prove that I'm alive, alive enough to talk to Rory...Mary...Lorelai...the gorgeous girl who had spoken drowsily to me last night when I called her. I'd been so close to calling her again.

I had a date with one of the girls today. I didn't know which, nor did I care, I already decided who was going to win. Rory. What man, in their right mind, would ever pick another girl? Not just their right mind, their freakin' any mind, any guy WITHOUT a mind would choose Rory!

The Next Morning:

"Well, how does it feel to have four girls madly in love with you?" Biff smiled at me.

I'd begun to hate his smile. It was so plastic, fake, "made for TV". He checked his hair in the mirror, cocking his eyebrow in the "seductive" look he always gives the camera before the introduction bit he gives at the begninning of every show. It makes him look constipated, or an elvis impersonator, or a James Bond wannabe.

"Well, these eliminations are actually getting easier. I can't stand three of the girls."

Biff shot me an alarmed glance. "You're kidding right? It's supposed to be the other way around. They're supposed to hate you. You should probably cut Rory next."

"Rory? She's the only one here that I like."

"Look Man, first off, you aren't gonna get anything out of this chick. Secondly, you're not supposed to find "love" on this show." He made quotation marks with his fingers as he said love. "You're the jerk, the player."

"I'm not a player in real life."

"No sob story, please. The only heart stringer, tear jerker moments are going to be when the girls furiously throw punch at you or something and run off screaming 'i hate you', and your devestated face because you're ever the nice guy. Other than that, nothing really."

"That's not what I signed up for."

He shrugged. "Go gettum' tiger." He waltzed out of the room.

I slipped into the cool silky dress I'd been provided. Tristan was going to eliminate one of us and then take the other three dancing. The shocking point of this whole thing was that I didn't want to be eliminated. I stroked my hair gently.

"WWMD?" I said aloud. I turned to the camera and smiled slightly. "What would mom do?"

"OH! OH!" Lorelai shouldered Luke estatically. "She mentioned me! I'm going to be FAMOUS!"

Luke smirked grudgedly. "Mom? Yeah, the FBI could track down that name. When someone says that at Disneyland every woman over thirty turns around!"

Lorelai affected a puckered pout and folded her arms."You're mean Luke."

He dragged his arm over the couch for Lorelai's coffee and handed it to her.

"Jaaayyyy-Kayyyy." She giggled.

Tristan stood in front of the five girls. He pretended to be tersly considering his decision despite the fact that it didn't matter in the slightest to him. Eeine-Meeny-Miney-Moe That's how little the choice meant to him.

"Have you come to your decision?" Biff walked by him, shooting him a meaningful look that he translated quickly. Tristan changed his posture from his upright, sincere stance, to a quick "look at me ladies" playboy slouch.

"Well, I know all five of you are dying to bed me and everything, but one of you isn't going to be lucky." He gazed strait at Michelle. "Baby, I'm afraid you're just gonna kiss my picture at night."

As soon as he finished the pre-scripted lines, his eyes rivited to Rory. Her eyebrows were knitted in slight confusion. Diane, Krystal and Clara beamed. They didn't even seem to hear the cruel and pompus way Tristan had just dismissed Michelle. But Rory heard it, and saw it.

"And Clara, I'm afraid you'll be joining her. They say that hell is bad not because it's a horrible place, but because it's the absense of God." He winked. "Well, your life will be hell because you life will nowhave theabsense of me!"

I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. The great, fun guy was standing her comparing himself to God! He was acting like a diety. He was just...AUGH!

And I almost fell for it too! I dreamed about him! I woke up thinking about him! That's all it took him! One day of being nice and I had thought of him so softly.

"So." He was saying airly. "Can I take you three dancing?"

I looked over Diane, Krystal, and Rory. "Ready then?"

"No." Mary said it simply. She shook her head at me. "You're a jerk." And she walked out of the room.

Hey guys. I know, I haven't updated in...pretty much forever! I'm sorry. A bunch of things in my life started going haywire, hopefully you guys will all review and give me the motivation to write some more!