Although the flight from Tampa, Florida to West Palm beach, Florida had been fairly short, by the time Hayden Ellisworth got to Palm Beach International Airport, he was already feeling worn out. "I need a damn Monster right now, that's what I need," he muttered to himself, walking through crowds of people waiting for their friends and families, then slowly made his way to where the luggage was being dropped off, and other people were standing by. His main concern at the moment was to make sure all of his items arrived safely, but another big one was finding any of the other roommates in the house. MTV might as well have shipped everyone a sign that says 'HEY, MOTHER FUCKERS, I'M WITH THE REAL WORLD.'

But no, instead they chose to complicate things. He definetely knew that he had to check out the rooms as soon as possible, and silently hoped that he wouldn't get stuck with an ass hat. Spotting his luggage coming up, he grabbed it off the belt and dropped it on the ground with a low thud, then looked around one more time.


As soon as I get to this airport I'm just like, okay, who the f*ck is going to be coming up first, you know? I honestly don't know what to expect right now, I could be rooming with literally ANYONE...the roommate situation might turn ugly, but I'm not going to start anyting, especially on the first f*cking day. That's so not my place to start bitching. You can put me with pretty much whoever and I GURANTEE you that we can get along for three damn months. But who knows, this might be a looong summer, after all.

The weather in Brooklyn was a lot colder than in Florida, So Isabella was glad she decided to wear shorts and a tank top. When she got inside the air port she decided to grab a shot before going to get her stuff. She walked over to the bar and pulled her sunglasses on top of her head. "A shot of Jack, please." She smiled at the bartender. As she waited for her drink she looked around. How was she suppose to know who else was here for the show. "Guess I will find out at the limo. "Here you are sweet heart." The bar tender said giving her a wink. She grabbed the glass and held it in the air. "It's time to party Bitches!!!!" She through her head back swallowing the drink. "Good stuff." She set the glass down and walked away.

As she left the bar she was getting some odd looks. People didn't particularly like her yelling the word bitch in the middle of the air port. She didn't care though she just smiled at the which pissed them off even more. She went over and grabbed her bags. There was no one from the show waiting inside for them so she figured she would head to the limo and see if anyone was going in the same direction.

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First thing I though when I got off the plane was 'damn it's hot.' But I guess that just means I get to spend the summer with less clothes on. Oh and the boys here are way hot, nice bodies and tans. I am going to fit in great here! As for at the air port I feel we should have at least had a place to meet instead of trying to guess who we are going to be living with for the next couple months ya know.

After about ten minutes of waiting, Hayden was already beginning to feel irritated. He flipped his jet black hair out of his eyes and looked around again. How hard could it possibly be to spot six other roommates? The question had been an idiotic one. Picking up his bigger bag bag and slinging his smaller one over his shoulder, he began walking away from the luggage pick up, making his way past more people, and having to say "Excuse me" at least seven times.

He was so focused on getting through the crowd that he almost didn't even hear a voice saying "Hey, you here for the show?" to him. Turning around, he realized that the voice belonged to a girl. A relatively cute girl, too. "Yeah, I am, I'm Hayden, you?" he replied to her question, giving her a friendly smile, then stopping so that she could catch up to him. "I suppose we should go outside to the limo and see if anyone else is there, because I can't fuckin' see shit over these people," he groaned, then started making his way towards the double doors that marked the exit of the airport.


I'm not gonna lie, I'm an impatient person, so of course I started walking away. And OF COURSE I couldn't recognize anyone from the damn show, how the hell are you supposed to in a crowd of fuckin' tourists and other weird ass people? I was damn glad when that girl walked up to me, honeslty, she did a better job at spotting someone than I would have. She's cute, I'm not gonna lie. Hopefully all the roommates can be chill like she seems to be.

Louise begged with her friends to NOT send her on this show. "Pleeeeease? Come on, this is the first and last time i'll say Please. Ever." She groaned, already getting pushed onto the plane. California was big, and hot. And one thing Louise didn't like was hot weather, which she knew she was going to get at West Palm. She reluctantly put her luggage away on the plane and slumped into a seat.

When they landed, she got up, grabbed her stuff and leaped off the plane. She hated flying. It just wasn't natural for humans to be in the air. She walked into the bar, and got an ice cold beer to calm herself. When a girl shouted she looked up with disdain, knowing she'd be on the show with her. She stood up, and left. She saw two people leaving, and they looked weirder than the others. She ran towards them, her boots making loud noises on the airport floor. She ran outside and caught the male's shoulder. "Hey, Spiky-Hair-Dude! You here for the show?"
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"Honestly? This is a joke. I wish I didn't sign up. Honestly, the heat is uncomfortable. But i'm only here to stir up arguments, so Whatever. Free booze is always good."

Tim was at Bradly International Airport with his homies and his family. They were all wishing him luck on the show. His little sister was almost in tears, she watched the show constantly and always raved to him about going on it. He often shrugged it off and kept doing what he was doing. Now that he did get chosen it was all like a dream, a nightmare more like. He smiled at his entourage and hugged each of them before he left. They mostly said things like: "Get laid playa," "Send me pics," "Call me up if you gotta beef with anyone." He just smiled at his friends and hugged his mom one last time. When he pulled away she said, "My you have grown. Whatever happens know that I will always love you Tim-Tim." His friends just died laughing. They have heard him being called Tim-Tim before, but it was still the funniest thing ever.

The flight was boring as hell. He mostly sat in his seat listening to his MP3 player. He had discovered a new rapper, he listened to the damned album almost nonstop. He did listen to Eminem, Disturbed, P. Diddy, and some other artists too, but he mainly listened to MGK. His favorite song by him was "Invincible." When he got off the plane he was greeted with bright sky. No sign of where they were supposed to meet. "Damn, MTV and their cheapness." He said walking towards baggage claim. He grabbed his bag and went to the entrance of the airport. There he saw two ungodly hot chicks and a wannabe punk. He paused at the thought and looked down at his attire. He really couldn't say much. He was just as much as a wannabe as this guy.

Timmy walked up to the group and said, "Yo, you here for The Real World, or am I talking to the wrong lovey ladies and guy with the hair." This was a terrible first impression if they were the right people. He almost blatantly insulted the guy standing next to them. 'Smooth move, dumb ass,' He thought to himself

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"So far everything sucks. The plane trip sucked, the destination sucked, leaving my friends behind sucked, leaving my family sucked, the only redeeming quality so far were the two female right infront of me. Other than that, this sucks ass. I mean really badly. Hey, Jose, Dominic, and Chris if you are watching right now, I want to kick your ass right now. I swear, next time I see you your dead meat. Get it. Got it? Good!

Standing in the airport Randy brushed the thick hair out of her eyes, groaning she streached. It was humid and she was not likeing the moister in the air, it was sticky and she had strightened her hair for once and now it curling slightly, pouting for a minute before going to luggage she picked up her dark purple suitcase and made sure the light purple and black carry on was slung over her shoulder with her lap top and a few items in it. Looking around she spotted three people mingaling and she made a face, they were so the shows type of people. Making sure to avoid them for now because the two girls with the guy would so piss her off and fights in airport were a nono, the Producer had made sure to say that multipule times. Walking to the bar she ordered a shirly temple, it was a decieveing drink because honestly she could have vodka in it or not.

People watching Randy Jamersone's eyes kept coming back to the group of people that she would have to board with, closing her eyes she sighed deeply. This was going to be so much fun. she thought and downed the sweet drink and ordered a shot of vodka, dowing that she sighed and looked at the bartender. He was staring down the Vneck of her shirt and she simply shrugged, "Enjoying the view?" She asked her voice rough from ill use on the trip. Blushing the young man turned around and his co worker laughed at him and winked at her.


What did I think? Well, I thought F-this becaue I know there would be fights but I could tell right then that I was go ing to fight, more then once with them. Do I want to? No, well maybe if its fun but its rarely fun.

"Hey, Spiky-Hair-Dude! You here for the show?"

Hayden knew that was intended towards him, how many other toned guys with tattoos and 'spiky hair' were here to have their lives filmed. Turning around, he noticed a rather beautiful female walking towards them, and he nodded "YEEH, we're here for the show," he replied, gesturing to the girl next to him. Throwing both of his bags on the ground, he stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking around. The palm trees were swaying gently in the wind, the sun was glowing, more like blaring down over the city. Not a cloud in the seemingly perfect sky.

It wasn't more than five minutes when another person walked up to them, this time a guy. Hayden didn't make any smart ass remarks as the guy said "Yo, you here for The Real World, or am I talking to the wrong lovey ladies and guy with the hair." Instead he nodded and shruged. "Name's Hayden."


....Are you KIDDING me right now? Guy with the hair? What the fuck do I look like? I don't even know, if people are already fuckin' judgin me, this isn't gonna be any damn fun. Not to mention the other chick who showed up is extremely intimidating...honestly, I was expectin' this shit. Or maybe I'm just being fuckin' paranoid, I don't know.

Turning back around Randy sighed and walked up to the group of four now, "Hey, whats up" SHe said not even asking if they were for the show. She flicked her hair out of her face and smiled, her glasses sat on her nose but instead of making her look geeky or weak it added a sexiness to her. Looking at the rad tad group she wanted to cancel her contract and go home, but free food, booze and hey it was legal tp fight as long no great damage is done to the person. Dealing with her distaste for the group she throughly looked at them, Spiky hair was diffently trouble, both the girls looked like bitches and then there was the wanna be gangster but looking at them all from the shows point of view, this was entertainment and she knew she would watch the show if she was at home and they were online and she would be hoping for some hateing others.

Smiling, "You guys are for the show right? Or am I wrong and you guys really are just a rag tag group of friends?" She asked keeping her voice light and happy as she pretended to be interested. Honestly though she just wanted to get to the house. "Do you know how we get to the house?" She asked and kept her eyes on everyone, she didnt trust them but honestly she didnt trust anyone to begin with. SHe was being mean and she should at least give them a day before judging.



Make friends? Be happy Im dealing with them. Im talking to them now... God I dont like people why am I here agian? wait I know! no I dont, Man I dont like people and I havent even spoken to them yet but then agian, long flight maybe I'll like them tomorrow, or after I started drinking...

Isabella kept walking toward the limo looking behind her to see any regular faces. As she turned around she noticed a group of people starting to form. They all looked like they came from different walks of life so she figured they must be with the show. As she started walking their way she studied the group, two boys three girls. She could tell they all had very different personality's just by their body language. She knew she would eventually clash with one or more of them but not on the first day....maybe.

When she reached the group she immediately introduced herself. "I am Isabella, I assumed you guys are here for the show?" She made eye contact with all of them as she looked over the expressions in their faces and wait for response.

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Well lets just say I can tell there are going to be some interesting moments on this show. For starters looks wise, none of them are bad looking, and I can tell all of them know how to party!

Louise stared at the man with the strange hair, and when he replied so... eccentrically, she raised an eyebrow in curiosity and shook her head slowly. "Don't get too excited about it, dude. It's just a reality show." She grunted, putting her headphones in, and pulling her backpack of luggage over her shoulder.



"This still sucks. No exception from last time. Although, the guy with the spiky hair.. Hayden? He looks alright, like my kinda guy.

Hayden chuckled at Louise's comment, then flipped his bangs out of his eyes, picking up both of his bags and tossing them in the trunk of the limo lazily. That's when he noticed that filming was way on it's way, cameras surrounded both sides of the limo, probably zooming in on everyone's expressions. That's when he noticed yet another girl walking up to them, introducing herself as Isabella. Looking over slightly at her, he nodded. "Name's Hayden, cool to meet you."

Looking over the group of people now, Hayden realized they were missing someone. Great, more waiting around. He supposed MTV was just going to cut the introductions and time spent at the airport short. But from the looks of it, this was going to be an extremely interesting summer. He was really interested in the rooming situations now.


Louise definetely seems like a blast, man. She's totally beautiful, and I think we can have a great time. No, not like that you perverts, I'm talking about some drinkin' and partyin'...as for the other people? I don't know. The chicks seem aiight in the head, but who the hell am I to judge. I don't think I'll get into any arguments with any of em...for now. The other dude seems cool...but right now I'm just wondering who's gonna walk out next.

Tim pulled out his phone and looked at the time. The other guy was taking way too long, his fuse was starting to light. He laid his luggage down and opened it up. To the untrained eye all you could see is a bunch of clothes fold neatly, this was of course his mothers work. He smirked on how neat and organized it was. He loved that woman to death. He reached into a top pocket and pulled out a brand new pack of Marlboro 100's . Gum helped ease the pain of not smoking, but he had waited enough. It was time to light one up.

He opened the pack and put the trash in his pocket. He had done enough littering to last a life time. He stepped off to the side and light up a smoke. He breathed in and let the toxic smoke fill his lungs. Tim was careful not to blow the smoke into anyone's face, he hated it when he was a kid. Why should he put other people through things he didn't like. After a few drags he turned to the others and said, "Alright where the fuck is this other guy? I'm getting impatient. I've had a six hour flight, and I'm sure I didn't have the longest flight out of the six of us. So, I'm guessing you guys are getting there too. I'm about ready to say fuck him and climb in the limo."

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I'm gonna honest right now. I meant every word that I said. If he didn't show up in the next few minutes, I was climbing in the car. Let the others think I'm a impatient bastard who can't sit still for more than a few minutes. Screw them. I know that I can sit still for more than a few hours, but come on how hard is it wake up and catch a plane. I did it and I overslept an hour from the time I was suppose to get up.

Isabella was also getting impatient, so when Tim spoke up about just leaving she had to agree. "I say lets just go and the new guy can catch a cab or something." She picked up her bags and headed out to the limo. She didn't care if any of them followed or not. It was hot in the air port and she would rather wait in the limo where the alcohol was free. She was greeted by the limo driver who opened the door for her and took her bags to put them into the trunk. Once inside the limo she popped open a bottle and poured her a glass. Taking a long gulp from the glass. "Ahhh that's good stuff. This really is the life." she started looking around the limo at all the other things they had inside,while she waited for the others.

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Honestly, I don't know whats going on with the other guy, I mean really who shows up late. Well anyway I am sick of waiting for him. I am ready to get to the house and get my party on!! This is the real world, there is nothing interesting about standing around an airport. As for the limo, if this is just what is driving us around I can't wait to see the house!!

After pacing around and hearing both Tim and Isabella complain about the guy who STILL hasn't shown up, Hayden sighed. "Okay, fuck it, let's just go and he can show up later. IF the bastard even decides to show up," he announced, then followed Isabella into the limo, sitting across from her and spotting a bottle of Skyy Vodka and a couple glasses. Reaching over and picking it up, he popped off the top, then got one of the glasses and poured the transparent liquid in there. Taking a sip, he smiled to himself. Vodka was always on his list of must-haves at home. Things wouldn't be any different here.

"COME ON, yall," he hollered towards the door, then leaned back and looked out the window, observing the cameras which were filiming to no avail. "I wonder how exciting this shit is so far, he muttered to himself, then realized that there must be a couple of cameras in the limo too, hidden to the human eye.


...SO HE DOESN'T SHOW UP. Or maybe he'll show up late, who the fuck knows, but this is just RIDICULOUS! You think we're waiting? HEELLL NAWWW, homie, right now I just wanna get to the house. And if this guy doesn't show up then that means an empty bed. Who knows, maybe I'll room with Tim. Or if Louise wanted to, I would room with her, I think we could get along really well.