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Bella was bored. Mike Newton and Eric Yorkie were fighting over who had better journalism skills, New York Times or the Onion. Personally, Bella didn't really care for either, but she was fake smiling, and trying to follow the conversation. Her mind wandered to the other boys she had met.

Emmett McCarty was immensely attractive. He was the type of man girls dreamed about: beautiful face, beautiful body, and famous. He played football for the… um… some team that had to do with animals. Though Bella was not fond of aggressive sports, she could picture herself the wife of a football player. Then she imagined the attention she would receive from being the wife of a football player and shuddered. She would try to give him a chance, though she wondered why he was here when he could get any other girl in the world.

Edward was quite distant. He seemed more interested in discussing things with Emmett or just staring at the fireplace. This upset Bella very much, for she would have liked to have just spent her evening staring into his eyes. Instead she was being brought from man to man, each one of them vying for her attention. She quickly realized that another man was asking for her time, smiled, and walked away with a man she had yet to get to know.

He was a very outdoorsy looking man. His bright blonde hair was pulled in a low ponytail down his back. He was wearing a suit, but the shirt inside was a regular t-shirt. He was pulling her towards the couch in another type of sitting room.

"So Bella, if you don't remember, my name is James Grason." He looked at her warily. "I'm an investigator. I catch criminals and such." He smiled a crooked smile.

"Wow, an investigator, that's interesting! Have you caught any bad people?" Bella swallowed a giggle. She really needed to control herself.

"Have I caught any bad people?" He clasped his hands together and leaned back. "Um... not any that you would specifically know. But I have stopped crime in its tracks."

"Can you tell me about some stuff you did?"

Bella's eager eyes were upsetting Jasper. He did notice everything. He noticed that Mike and Eric were fighting with each other not for Bella. He noticed that Emmett was not interested in Bella, but in something else that Jasper couldn't really pinpoint. He noticed that Edward was the only one who was really taking this seriously. He noticed Jacob and Seth disappeared with a bunch of alcohol and hot dogs. And he knew for a fact that the man sweet-talking Bella, James, was not as important as he was making himself seem. But Jasper stood in the room holding the camera while pretending to be somewhere else with Bella on his arm.

Edward, on the other hand, was waiting for the right moment. He needed to get her in a room all to himself for about 20 minutes. That's all he needed to be satisfied right now. He just needed to hear her talk.

"Dude. Where do you think Rosalie is? I can't find her anywhere in the house. Maybe she's in the trailer outside. Would it be weird if I went in there? Yeah, I think I'm gonna do it. Wait, it would be so weird." Emmett couldn't stop his tongue. He saw Rosalie outside on the patio after he met Bella, and now that was all he could think about. The way her dress hugged every curve in her body, how her blonde hair fell across her chest and shoulders. There was no other way to put it. She was hot.

"Emmett, I'm going to need you to calm down, so that you can calm me down. I don't have much time before I have to make a first impression."

"Edward, you twirled her, kissed her on the forehead, and she fainted. I think you made a first impression all right."

Edward smiled. He knew he did fine, but he needed to do better; never could Bella have a moment to think that he was not the guy for her.

"So should I go and talk to her or not?"

"What?"

"Should I go talk to Rosalie?"

"Right. Um. No."

Emmett's face fell. "I guess you're right." Emmett sat there gazing at the wall, then got up and stretched. "I'm gonna go scope out your competition. Maybe start a fight. And you should probably go and grab Bella."

Edward's eyes couldn't leave the fireplace. "Sure, will do."

Emmett shook his head, and went to go find himself some fresh meat.

Bella was literally drooling over James' stories when Jacob walked in with a covered tray in one hand and a stool on the next.

"If I could take Bella for a bit…" His smile was so perfect, not even the sly James could say no.

"Of course." James gave Bella a hug and retreated from the room scowling at Jacob.

"Now, mademoiselle, since the men are all gone." He put the stool down, sat the tray on the stool, and lifted the cover on the tray. "Voilà." Neatly placed hot dogs sat in rows, each alternated with different types of condiments.

Bella's stomach growled. "Ooh, I guess I am hungry."

"Well, I have here different types of sauces."

"Oh, well, then. What types do you have, kind monsieur?" Bella couldn't keep from smiling.

Jacob smiled as well; he could play this game. "I have four different beautiful sauces." He started with his best French accent. Even though he felt like a fool it was worth it to see Bella laugh. "The first is a mustard sauce with a very blunt taste. The second is a tomato sauce that is very sweet. The third is a bit of a pickle juice, with chunks of pickles in it." Bella lightly sighed. "Oh, so you like the pickles? I like girls who like pickles." Bella continued to laugh. Jasper rolled his eyes. "The fourth sauce is a honey mustard to add a bit of sweetness to the bluntness of the mustard. And last but not least." He paused. "I present the plain hot dog." In a normal voice, he laughed. "Which one would you like?"

Bella contemplated her choices. "I think I will try the honey mustard one."

"Excellent choice." He pulled a napkin from his pocket, and put the honey mustard hot dog on it. He then bowed down and gave it to Bella. "Your highness."

"Oh, shut up and sit down." She laughed as she pulled him down to the couch. "You are very silly."

Jacob laughed. "Do you like silly?"

"I'm not sure. But so far I'm enjoying it."

Jacob smiled, "Then everything is going to plan."

Bella blushed but quickly spoke, "So you are a landscaper and you make hot dogs?"

"Yep. But there is a particular reason why I choose hot dogs."

"Oh really." Jacob nodded his head in all seriousness. "Why?"

"First of all, it was the quickest thing I could make in the fridge." Bella laughed. "Second of all, hot dogs have a great way of telling what type of person one is."

"Huh, how does that work?" Bella questioned as she took her first bite of her hot dog.

"You see, if a person picks the ketchup hot dog, they are a pretty anal person. They like for things to be exactly the way they want. Very selfish." He pouted. "A person who picks the relish really likes adventure. Give a bit of spice or a different texture and they are loving it, but a pickle person can be bad. They might get sick of things very quickly." Bella nodded as she took the third bite of the hot dog. "Someone who picks the plain hot dog, likes for everything to be the same routine everyday. They don't like surprises and they don't expect much." Jacob picked up the mustard hot dog, and was about to take a bite out of it but Bella asked a question.

"What type of person are the mustard and the honey mustard?"

"Well the mustard is a very solid person. He or she will always hold down the fort, but at the same time they are very laid back. When someone chooses the honey mustard, it means they are the honey and they belong with the mustard." He responded in a matter of fact manner.

"Did you just make that up?"

"Not really, I've heard renditions of this before. But did it work?"

"Did what work?" Bella asked with her mouth full.

"Do you believe that we are now meant to be? I mean the mustard and the honey mustard pretty much say it all." Bella laughed.

"I guess you're right. It may be."

Someone coughed. "I'm so sorry, but may I please spend some time with Bella?"

Bella almost choked. Her mouth was full and Edward Cullen was standing at the door.

"Sure, but I really don't want to leave. I hope you enjoy the rest of the hot dogs." Jacob leaned over to kiss Bella on the cheek, and then he left.

"Hey."

Bella swallowed her food. "Hi."

"May I sit down?"

"Of course. Help yourself to a hot dog, if you want."

"Yeah, sure. I'm kind of hungry."

Bella watched as Edward Cullen leaned over and grabbed the mustard hot dog off the tray, and took a big bite. Bella smiled.

"What? " Edward reached for a handkerchief in his pocket. "Do I have mustard on my face?"

Bella laughed. "No not at all."

"They why did you laugh?"

"Just an inside joke."

"Oh, okay." An awkward silence filled the room, even Jasper felt weird.

"So," said Bella, interrupting the quiet, "have you had a wonderful evening?"

"I guess. I wish that I could just spend an evening with you." Bella blushed. "I really don't like spending time with the other boys who might steal you away." Bella blushed even more.

"Well, you are going to have to live with them."

"Yeah, but I would do anything to be with you."

Bella needed for Edward to stop. More flattery and she was going to faint again.

"So Edward, what are you doing on this show?" He looked confused, so she explained herself, "I mean, you seem so conservative that a dating show doesn't seem the way to do it."

"Bella." He looked right into her eyes. For the first time she noticed his eyes were a warm honey color, she realized she could gaze into his smiling eyes and always feel safe. "I came on this show to get you. I'm ready to get married, but not to anybody but you."

Bella swallowed her spit. At this point in time, she could no longer be any redder, and she could feel the heat all over her body. "Well, that makes me confident that you're here for me." She tried to laugh, but it came out like a strange mix of a cough, snort and choke.

"Hey guys. Sorry to interrupt." Bella looked at Jasper with all the thanks in the world. "It's time to send these boys home." Edward and Bella smiled at each other awkwardly, stood up and walked to the elimination room. It was a quiet walk until they met up with the rest of the men.

"So Bella, are you gonna keep me?" called out one. The men all laughed.

"She wouldn't even pick you unless you were a millionaire." More guys chuckled.

"Good thing I am!"

Despite the general cheery feeling of the room, Bella couldn't laugh. She was about to hurt a ton of people. She couldn't think straight, and then Rosalie was there pulling her arm to another room.

"Bella, you're doing great!" Rosalie had a wide smile on her face.

"Rosalie, how am I going to send some of these guys home?"

"Bella, don't tell me you like all of them?" Rosalie looked exhausted.

"No. It's just in the future. I'm going to have to choose one."

"Well, that's what this room is here for." She opened the door to a comfortable looking closet. Shelves with pictures of each of the men lined the walls; underneath each picture sat a notebook. There was one really cozy couch with a velvet covering. "This is where all finding love contestants come into to think. Right now you write down your thoughts about the men. Then you can place the notebook behind the picture, so then I can grab Jasper and we can have a fake talk." She smiled and then looked serious once again. "Remember, all you have to do is send thirteen of them home. You already chose one to stay. So just choose eleven more."

"Why do so many leave all at once? What if I choose the wrong ones?" Bella was starting to hyperventilate.

"Bella, you just need to trust yourself. You will choose the right ones." And with that she left to go get a video conference with the rest of the men.

Bella sat down, went over to a picture of Edward, and started writing.

The earlier douche-bag was in front of Edward in the line for interviews. Emmett was behind him scared out of his mind.

"Dude, this is it," he whispered. "I'm about to meet Rosalie Hale!" He squeaked a bit, but covered it up with a grunt. He couldn't stop swinging his hands in front of this body and moving his legs. This was the day he was going to convince Rosalie Hale that he was the man for her.

The douche-bag came out of the room as confident as ever while scowling at both Edward and Emmett. Edward went into the interviewing room knowing that it couldn't be as bad as the douche's.

Emmett started to wonder about the conversation he was about to have with Rosalie. He planned to make all of his answers very vague, so that he was never really lying. He planned to be as charming as ever, with his contagious smile and gorgeous self. He would make her laugh without meaning to, and he would nonchalantly ask her questions about herself. Just to be gentlemanly.

Edward walked out with a big smile. He looked to Emmett. "You would." And walked on.

"I would what?" But Edward was out of his sight. It was time to meet his Rosalie.

"Please take a seat in front of the camera. My name is Rosalie Hale and I will be your interviewer." Her eyes did not leave the chart she was writing on. Emmett did as he was told. "Please state your name and occupation."

"Emmett McCarty, football player"

Rosalie dropped her pen, but quickly went back to writing down their answers. "What brings you here?"

"To find love."

"How original." She flipped the page with her elegant fingers. "What kind of impression did you make on Bella tonight?" She pretended to write on the paper, but she waited for his answer.

"I think I impressed Bella with my attitude. I can be a very confident man…"

"Oh, so you're cocky." Rosalie cursed herself. Comments on her end were not allowed.

"No, I'm just sure of myself."

Rosalie waited for more of an explanation, but it never came. "Well, how do you feel about receiving the first impression rose?"

"I feel great about it. It's pretty awesome to know that I'm going to be spending some more time here."

"Well thank you for your time. Please step down and tell the next person in line to come in."

"That's it?"

Rosalie finally looked up into Emmett's blindingly gorgeous face. "What did you expect? You didn't do anything insane. You just got the rose, and you really don't seem to be a very talkative man. So yes, please go get the next person."

Emmett was shocked as he left the room. "Oh." This was it. Emmett could feel it. He turned around. "Thank you for your time."

And she smiled. Emmett nodded and walked out. And with that he knew for certain that Rosalie Hale was his girl, and she was going to fall in love with him. Emmett smiled.

The Rose Ceremony was quick. Bella knew exactly whom she wanted. The first name she called was Jacob. His smile was larger than life, and he literally smothered her in his hug. The next name was Edward. He smiled as well, and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She called Eric and Mike next. Even though they were in an intense argument, she felt as though they were better than most of the other guys. She then chose Laurent, a very sexy black man who danced with her in the living room. She had twirled like a Latino. Her next four men were Evan, who was an environmental lawyer, Dan, who was a writer, Jonathan, who was an accountant, and Rupert, who was a famous actor in the Harry Potter series. She called Seth next, and his radiant smile greeted her in a way that she could not regret calling him. The last name she called was James. His sigh of relief was obvious, but when he walked towards Bella he seemed hesitant still.

Once she called the last name, the douche-bag left the room immediately. You could hear him screaming outside. The rest were saying goodbye to each other and came to give Bella a hug.

Bella thought the show was over, but the cameras were still rolling. And then Rosalie came out, and everything became silent.

"Congratulations for being here a little while longer. I do have a surprise for all of you. This year the bachelorette will be living in the mansion with the lot of you." Cheers and claps were heard around the room while Bella tried to smile. "I hope that all of you will behave yourselves. She could be watching." Snickers were heard around the room. Bella was realizing she would have no private time; these boys would be surrounding her all the time. "So can we bring out the champagne?"

The champagne was brought out and Bella grabbed a glass, still pondering Rosalie's announcement.

"Okay Bella, let's make a toast. Boys get around her, please. Oh, but not in front of the camera." Rosalie stood to the side with Jasper. "Bella, go ahead now."

"Here's to Finding Love, I guess." And with that she downed her glass.


Poor Bella. . .what am I saying? Bella. Snap out of it. 12 GORGEOUS MEN!!!! 12!!! Man if only I could live in a house with some Rupert Grint. Yum Yum. I've already started to write ahead, but I'm having a hard time deciding who should leave or not, sooooo tell me which boys you want to know about more. I know that Emmett, Jacob, Edward, and James are a given. But from now on everyone leaves one by one, soooo I would really like some reader input. Do you like the dark and sexy Laurent or the AMAZING Rupert Grint who stars as himself? or maybe you like plain hot dogs and would enjoy a bite of Eric and Mike? Just review with your choice or PM me! No update until monday (USA time)! I don't like to write on Sundays. =p