Disclaimer: I don't own the Bachelorette. I just thought it'd be a fun idea.

Title: Will You Accept This Rose?

Warnings: None

Summary: Alfred never thought he'd be cast on a reality show.

When I turned 20 I dropped out of my local community college and took the first bus to LA. I would hit it big, I knew I would. Billboards would have my face on them advertising some manly deodorant, and teenage girls would have posters of me plastered on their walls. I'd win an Oscar or an Emmy and Alfred F. Jones would become a household name.

Alfred F. Jones would become a household name- but I never did get my Emmy.

I tried out for a dozen roles during my first week in Hollywood. At first I went for bigger roles, thinking I had enough talent to bypass being something like a hand or butt double for a famous celebrity, but I was never successful. Even when I gave up and tried out as an extra they told me I was "too energetic" and that I would "distract from the meaning of the film." To this day I'm still not sure what the meaning was behind the fourth sequel to some crappy car chase movie.

After two months with no luck I was ready to give up. I was on my way out of a studio when I saw a sign posted on the wall that read: "Auditions this way." I took a shot in the dark and followed the arrow not knowing what it was people were even auditioning for, but I thought what the heck? Why not?

Five minutes later I was in a room full of young, chiseled and sweaty guys waiting in chairs for their names to be called. That was when I saw the poster on the wall, advertising the show these guys were auditioning for. I chuckled before I made my way to the front desk to sign up to audition. I thought it'd be worth a few laughs, it never crossed my mind that I'd actually be cast.

"Hey, I'm Alfred," I said shooting a winning grin toward the camera. "I'm 20, from Georgia, and I love barbecuing."

I paused but then the director was waving at me to elaborate, say something that would take the audience's breath away.

"I'm real glad to be here, and I hope I can win Candi's heart with my southern charm."

I shot the camera another smile and waved a bit. Then the director waved the next guy in and I was walking back to house.

So I'd got what I always wanted. I was on TV, making a bunch of money, and I was doing it all on a reality TV show.

"You're back," my roommate looked up at me when I pushed open the door to the room we'd been given in the so called "mansion." I glanced over and found Arthur on his bed with a thick book in his hands. He was a smart guy, and a great actor who was way too good for this role. Sometimes I wondered why he even auditioned, but I never asked.

Arthur, aside from his talent was also great looking. He had a thin frame, but was by no means weak. His eyes were this real pretty shade of green and he had a head of stringy, unkempt hair, but man did it look hot on him.

There was a cough from Arthur, and I fidgeted, realizing I'd been staring.

"Aw shucks, man. I didn't, I mean I hadn't meant to-"

"See anything you like?" Arthur smirked at me as he laid his book down. He motioned me forward with his index finger, and I went to him almost in a trance.

He didn't say anything else, but when Arthur leant in to kiss me, I sure as hell didn't stop him. He brought me down on his bed and we kissed and touched until our third roommate came into the room, effectively stopping us. He looked disgusted, but Arthur just wiped at his mouth and sent the guy the finger. I couldn't help but laugh.

For weeks it went on like that. We'd film the show, charm the girl, and then after hours, Arthur and I would lock ourselves away somewhere and kiss until the next morning. At some point our third roommate had been eliminated from the show and we started sharing a bed, and that's when it was perfect.

Arthur told me about his life. His story was a lot similar to mine; wanted to be a Hollywood hot shot, but didn't quite make it. Now he was doing this gig just to make enough money to fly back to England.

"Dun go back," I mumbled to Arthur from underneath the covers one night. "When this is all over you can come back to Georgia with me."

Arthur chuckled and then kissed my jaw. He didn't answer before he tucked his head into my shoulder and fell asleep.

Weeks blended into months and before I even realized it, Arthur and I were the last two contestants left on the show. They'd shot the semi-final show last week and Candi had saved her last two roses for both of us. Course little did she know that she was the last thing on our minds.

The next day we'd be filming the grand finale. The producer was more than happy with Candi's top two choice, marveling at all the ways it could be branded to get people to watch. The Southern Gentleman vs. The British Gent! Who will steal the bachelorette's heart?

We did the usual dumb stunts and I had a fake fight with Arthur that the director insisted would add extra suspense to the show. We each took Candi out on a date, but I can tell you Arthur was the only thing on my mind the whole time. I think I may have even seemed too uninterested in the gal I was supposedly charming since they made me film some scenes a couple of times. But I couldn't care less, since come nightfall I'd be back with Arthur.

The two of us had never really discussed how we'd handle Candi's decision. I mean we both knew we were supposed to propose to her, but I don't think either of us were really crazy about that idea, acting or not. So when Candi called my name at the end of filming the final episode and presented me with a rose, instead of dropping to my knee to propose, I had a momentary mind lapse. I think my body was moving faster than my brain when I took the rose from Candi, and spun around to present it to Arthur. His face reddened, but he somehow didn't look nearly as shocked as the rest of the cast and crew.

"Arthur, will you accept this rose?" I asked, eagerly, and of course he did. We each leaned forward in time and were kissing, and we continued until a camera guy came over and broke us up. Candi was looking at us with contempt, like she couldn't believe she'd been rejected. The director was coming over now, screaming his head off about how dare I ruin that near perfect take with my shenanigans, blah blah blah. I just laughed as Arthur sent them both the finger.

They made us shoot the scene again since the director insisted that ending couldn't possibly be aired on national TV. It didn't much matter though, since soon enough the alternative ending was leaked, and the footage of Arthur and I making out was plastered all over the internet.

We got calls from a bunch of tabloids, and some of those celebrity talk shows too. Most surprising though, was an offer for both of us to star in an upcoming movie with a gay couple as the leading roles. Needless to say, we were both delighted.

Arthur never moved back to England, but I also never went back to my hometown in Georgia. We moved in together and I quickly learned to love So Cal.

Course it'd obviously be better if they allowed gay marriage here, but I'll wait.

I've got my rose ready.