He rubbed his hand suggestively and said "aww you're no fun, the chicks go mad whenever I do this."

I was fuming and couldn't speak for 30 seconds (which was a long time for me) and just then I heard my friend Matt Damon #17 shout from over near the fence.

"Fine, show me the tent!" I snapped, "And put your shirt back on!"

Hi,

nice story!

And I imagined a horror of spiders and slugs crawling up my legs. "Seriously, ummm..I have never lived in a tent before. "

And Dylan #47 smiled, took off his shirt and said "You never know you could like it"

"In . . . the tent?"

"ta.....da... uh...."I was momentarily blinded by his dazzling smile. "uh.... where do I stay?"
"in the tent."

uh oh. I'd never gone camping in my life.

(uhn..... What happened??? )

((I love it!!!!!!))

"Don't worry, everything will be explained eventually, now get a good nights rest. We're filming bright and early tomorrow. But of course you know we only start when you're awake?" He winked with his bright white smile stinging my eyes.

(good idea. where was that again?)

makes sense, but let's continue on from where we left off.

(*inhales* AAAUUUGGGHHH!!! I'M SO CONFUSED!! *foams at mouth and passes out.)

(I know! ((really weird idea, I'll understand if you don't like it...)) The next day, she finds out that she is getting married in the afternoon to Dylan #3. She had no recollection of being ingaged at all. But she loves Dylan and all, and was wanting to marry him anyways, she goes through with it. At the wedding her parents (father #27 and mother #16) and all of their other versions are there. So are the other versions of Dylan. There are only 5 Dylans though, not hundreds like everyone else.

She is totally shocked because she thought that her parents and bf were singles like her. She manages to work things out with dylan #3, and he convinces her that he isn't like the others (which is true)

When she gets to the alter, she is about to say I do, when she realizes that she is marrying the wrong Dylan ((such as dylan #1 or #4))

This doesn't really have to be the next day, but maybe the next week or something. Of course, you guys can completely mutilate my idea if you want to because you like certain parts but hate others. Or you can just get rid of the idea completely, because it is, after all, pretty weird.)

((I like that idea! The only problem would be her parents............ How about they leave the next day?))

(what? now I'm really confused!! aHHH!! ":lP]|]";";?>,:' ... uh...)

(who the hey?)

(He's kept it a secret?)

(whoa!! there are more Dyllans??? "o

(how about, a #3, he's a bit better than #2 and #1 Dyllans. he's nicer than them, the opposite of them.)

(good question.... :(

(Hey, if shes the only single, then who'd her b/f?)

"the challenge! you emailed the director of this show, saying why you would be a better host for it then lindsay lohan!" my dad said, smiling.
"uh... i have no recolection of this, what so ever!" i said.
"well, you did!" my mother said.
"great," i muttered, as i sank into the couch. dylan moved over to sit next to me. "well sweetie, your dad and i are going to go get the paper work that you need to fill out," my mom said, as she grabbed my dad's hand. she led him out the door, and they were gone. i sighed. "Hey, pretty girl," dylan whispered in my ear. "Not now dylan! if you havent noticed, i am kind of stressed, here!"

"What challenge?" I asked, now really confused.

Mom and dad smiled wistfully. "don't you remember sweety? you won the challenge! We got here only a few days before you did. Of course we knew this was going to happen! we just wanted it to be a surprise!" Mother explained.

Then I asked, "What are you doing hear? When did you get here? Did you know all this was going to happen? Why are you here?" I just kept repeating myself until I recieved an answer.

I waited until my parents were done with hugging me and talking to me at the same time.

Now I was really confused. What was all my family doing here?

"Dyllan?!" I gawked disbelievingly. I started to run over to him. As soon as I came into the room I saw mom and dad sitting on a couch across the room. All three stood and smiled at me. "Hello sweetheart! Are you alright? How was the flight?" Her mother started to smother her daughter with an overwhelming hug. "It was okay... I guess." I said under muffled shirt in my mouth.

i walked over to lindsay number 23. "Hey, Single!" she said. i wanted to barf. "My word! am i the only sane person here?" i muttered under my breath. i wanted to get back on the plane with the barbie. "Listen, #23, where exactly is my house?" "Oh! Yours is the *really* big one over there!" she said, pointing to a large pink house, surrounded by palm trees and sand. i walked over to it, wishing i had a bucket of paint and a brush in my hand, to get rid of this aweful pink. i opened the door, and walked inside. i looked down a glass hall into a living room, where dyllan sat in an arm chair.

I was about to call out to the odd man but he had walked away. I sighed in frustration.

"You'll be staying here with all of the other actors and actresses, of course! You'll get you're very own house, and it's more like a hotel! You'll be getting paid 100 dollars per episode we air, and remember, we will never stop! No seasons, just one season that lasts over ten years!"

I wasn't feeling as bad as before, I'd be getting paid, it sounded like *fun*, and I'd live in a hotel! The biggest problem I had was, waht about my friends and family! What about Dyllan? (my boyfriend)

(Brilliant! Now where were we?)

((EH!))

(okay okay okay! Let's make this happen then eh?:D)

((If something happens, yes............))

((I LOVE IT! Do you think we could get this published one day? That would be cool!))

(Good Idea!! Do you like that Ryan?)

(I know it isn't very long yet, but a title just jumped out at me. How about we call this The Single or better yet, The Single Single because she's the only single.

I gulped. "New person? You mean, I won't be able to leave here? I'll be a citizen or something?"

The reporter grinned. "That's right." He snapped one picture of me, and then walked off. I was left in shock.

"Of course they did! It's all part of the new person thing!"

He frowned. "Well, yeah, that's what they want you to believe."

I gasped. "You mean you tricked me here??"

"I thought I was coming here to pick up some car!"

He rolled his eyes. "You know, you don't really have a choice about this. We choose who we choose, and that's that."

"Well that's why you're the host of course! They want someone new!"

"I'm 18, in my book, that's not new!"

The reporter looked at me sternly. "Now, now, don't play stupid."

I shook my head with disbelief. "What are you talking about? I'm not a host of any t.v. show! I've never even been on T.V."

"Oh?"

"so how do you feel about being the host of the new reality show THE REAL ONE?"

"What real one?"

"Well that's the question! They hired 99 paople to dress up like the celebrity that episode is using, then the real celebrity comes! Then we are taking calls from our viweres to see who is the real celeb!

"WHAT"

Suddenly a random reporter rushed up to me. "Why, hello!" He exclaimed with false warmth. "How do you feel like being on the island of paradise for the first time?"

"Um..." I looked at him with confusion. "Sir, I think you are making a mistake. I'm not a celebrity."

The reporter grinned. "Oh, but you are! You're the first single to visit this island!"

We landed! The landing was so bumpy! As I got off I tripped over Angelina Jolie #10's foot.

When we got on the island of paradise, I saw cameras everywhere! It was like they were shooting a tv show!

I took in Justin whatever-number-he-was. He also looked plastic, and exactly like all the other Justins looked.

"What number are you?" I asked him.

"#67," his face fell. "I wish I was more important. So, are you really a SINGLE?? Wow! How does it feel to be a single?"

He was making me feel like I was the celebrity. Then again, there were more than 67 of him, and only one of me.

"Um...I dunno...normal, I guess..." I shrugged.

"Wow..." Justin #67 breathed, staring at me as if I was an amazing museum painting.

"Oh! And there's Justin Timberlake! Hey, Justin!" #23 screeched.

"What do you want now?"

"Come meet this girl! I think there's only one of her!"

"Really!? I've been wanting to meet a single my whole life!"