Hello, it is me, Heidi. Or Ella, as my pseudonym used to be before I realized that stalkers aren't really going to come track me down. Um, hopefully anyway.
For those of you who used to read my Mediator fic, For Love or for Money, just so you know, I took it down because I didn't think it was very good and I couldn't come up with anything for it. But now, I had just been given the gift of time, as I just got done with this huge creative writing project, and decided to rewrite this story, all the while following the same plot lines as before.
Summary: When Gina, Marta, and Jack sign Suze, Jesse, and Paul up for the same romance reality television show, For Love or for Money¸ the three of them are mighty angry. Their anger dissipate, however, when they arrive in Ireland, the setting of For Love or for Money and begin to explore the depth of each other's hearts.
Important: This story is written assuming that Suze, Jesse, and Paul do not know each other. And also, certain characters may be different than presented in the Mediator series; it's not that I completely changed the character; I'm just putting them in a new light.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Mediator series; Meg Cabot does. No money is earned from this story; it is purely for entertainment purposes and for me to improve my writing. No infringement is intended.
Breaking the News
When she informed me of the news, I freaked out. No really, I freaked out. You know, as in went crazy and tackled her to the ground.
"Um, Suze, this may come as a surprise to you, but I'm really one whose interests lie in the erogenous arts, especially those of the homosexual variety," Gina said.
Of course, it just never came as a surprise to her, the newly appointed chief of the Home Decorating Offices of Carmel—she had moved west to Carmel with CeeCee and me after graduation and was currently residing in the apartment next to mine—that some people, being me, do not appreciate it very much when one of their best friends signs them up for a television show. Of the romantic reality variety, no less.
Then again, it's not like my other best friend, CeeCee, was doing much to help. Besides smirking behind her cup of lemonade, I mean. Gina had chosen my elegant, however spider-covered it may be, Widow's Walk—being psychologist pays a pretty decent amount, it turned out. Enough to pay for an ocean view apartment anyway—as the location on which to spring the news on me.
"I can't believe you did this to me!" I shrieked, getting off of her—contrary to what had been carved on the backs of some of the chairs in Columbia, where I had earned my degree in psychology, I am not a lesbian. "I won't go through with this, and you can't make me."
Gina smiled smugly. "Oh, yes, I can. The people at ABC are already starting to interview guys for you."
My eyes probably resembled some sort of a lime—except not oval—as she said that. "How? Why? I didn't sign a contract!"
"Yes, you did. The paper I handed to you to sign last week when you were watching that old rerun of Baywatch—well, primarily staring at that one dude's chest, but whatever—was the contract between you and ABC. They didn't even need an interview; once I showed the producers a picture of you and your resume, they snatched you up faster than you can say 'whatever'"
I narrowed my eyes at her. "How did you get my resume?"
Gina shifted her gaze to CeeCee, who looked like a little kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "I had some, um, professional assistance."
Jerking my gaze over to CeeCee, I hissed like a snake, "You. Miss I-Graduated-Cali Institute of Technology with a 4.0 and high honors." I stood up and started circling her, like a predator marking its prey. "I don't suppose you've had any, oh, I don't know, computer hacking experience, have you?"
CeeCee averted her gaze towards my Masters Degree in Psychology certificate guiltily. "Yeah…um, Suze? I'll get back to you on that."
Just as I was about to attack CeeCee, Gina stopped me with a, "Suze, give it a rest will you? I already talked to your boss down at the hospital and she said it'd be fine as long as you got her niece your autograph, since, let's face it, you're going to be huge after this."
"But I don't want twenty guys to be fighting over me," I complained like a six-year-old.
Gina and CeeCee both rolled their eyes. "You make it sound as though it were a bad thing. Some of us can't even get one guy to be with us," CeeCee pointed out. She'd never really gotten over the fact that Adam broke up with her to go to an East Coast school. "Besides, you need to start getting over Bryce and move on with your life." I was just about to object to this when she beat me to it. "And what better way to get over someone than to start going out with someone else?" She thought about this for a few moments before correcting herself. "Well, twenty someone elses…"
"Twenty hot someone elses," Gina added as she picked up a copy of Cosmo. "Look, Suze. We just wanted to help you, okay? I mean, you're a very pleasant girl to be with." I raised my eyebrows and snorted at that. "No, seriously, you are. Come on, you're intelligent, you're successful, you're fun to be with, and you have a positive energy. Well, okay, you have a positive energy when you're not pissed off over someone having eaten the last blueberry muffin or whatever, but still. I mean, if I were a guy, I'd want to go out with you."
I stopped her there, as lemonade squirted out of CeeCee's nostrils and she hurried to wipe it off her face. "I know you're trying to make me feel better, and I appreciate it—well, marginally, but whatever—but don't say that again."
Gina made a face at me and put down Cosmo. "Well, okay. Let's put it this way then: there are tons of guys out there just waiting to go out with a smart, funny, beautiful woman, like you."
I wrinkled my nose. "Yeah, that still doesn't sound right."
She picked up Cosmo again, and just when I thought she was going to continue reading about orgasms or whatever it is that she finds interesting, she smacked it against my head hard, affecting ruining my newly-straightened hair in the process. "Grow up, Simon."
I smoothed down my hair and stuck my tongue out at her. "Screw you," I growled.
Of course, when you're twenty-seven and you do something like that, the response you get typically results in them laughing uproariously at you.
I'm really sorry that it's going so slowly right now, but I promise, once we get into chapter three, the chapters are going to be three times as long as this one.