A/N- First of all, this story stars me...but obviously not my real age (in real life I am 15, but in this I'm about 22-ish). Secondly, this story was inspired by the Lost in Austen series, which you will see why in later chapters. Just bear with me, the story may start off...slow maybe, but I'll get to the point soon. This chapter needs to be here, or the rest wouldn't make sense!

Also, it's my first fanfic EVER, so be nice and I accept constructive criticism most happily because it will help me in the long run.

Disclaimer - I, sadly do not own any Ugly Betty characters or story lines/plots. They belong to ABC. Not me. Great.

Thank you and enjoy.

Fantasies are fun, but we live in reality

Chapter One

"Stupid Betty." I breathed out as I saw Gio walk out of her door; apron and oddly named cheese balls in hand. He looked so hurt and torn between staying and going. He should stay because this woman, no matter how stupid her decisions may be sometimes, she is the woman he loves and deserves.

And everyone deserves the best, even if the best is deemed 'ugly', which Betty is not. I seem to have to explain over and over again that Betty is pretty and is wonderful and has a good heart, why on Earth would so many guys be after her if she was anything like the Modies?

Well, at this moment in time I had very little concern for Betty. I always seem to hate her a little bit after I watch Betty Suarez Land, and I have watched it many times indeed! What she did was quite selfish, even though it seemed like the most selfless thing she could do. But Gio could see why she did that. Betty meant well but she was oblivious to how hurt he was at the softball game, but even through his hurt and anger he understood and justified it for her because Gio, pickle napkin Gio was a good guy. Always looking out for someone else in his own little way.

Still, I don't understand why he went and never turned back. Maybe it's a good thing for Betty, I don't know! But Ugly Betty does very little for me now that Gio has gone.

"You should have ran after him Betty," I said as I clicked the button on my remote and watched the screen morph to nothing, "Then I'd be more excited on Fridays!" During season 2 I would quite literally run home from work...and sit at my television screen for 4 hours until the show was on. You may think its odd for someone to rush home just to wait another 4 hours for a program that doesn't affect real life, but you would be odd for thinking that! Ugly Betty is a more than just an interest of mine – its a way of life! Even the title screen inspires me. When I hear the 'blink blinks', I just have to dance, even if my version of dancing is wiggling in my seat...and occasionally falling off because of the enthusiasm I put into my wiggling.

But recently...I don't dance. Not really. Well, there's a minimal amount of swishing involved but its just not the same! There's no love in this series, not real love anyway. Not Getty love. I loved Getty love. It made me smile. Ever since the quacking-woofing fiasco, my life was complete! We had a absolutely cute sandwich guy and a geeky writer...it gave hope to us all! But now, all we have is...Jesse! Cute, yes. But can he make turkey and sundried tomato sandwiches just how Betty likes them? I doubt that very much. And does he get Betty to take risks...eh? Well, actually he kind of does...but not in a Gio way. No one can do things the Gio way. The Gio way is the only way.

However, there has been none of the Gio way since he turned away and never came back. So sad. Every time I see him go it feels as if...well, it just feels bad! I've seen that scene so many times now and it feels worse every time, and like I said before, I have seen Betty Suarez Land many times. 14 times to be exact, but maybe the billionth time I've had Gio on my screen. People think I'm obsessed. I'm not obsessed. Not at all.

I don't have to watch Ugly Betty everyday. I don't check fanfiction almost every hour for new Getty stories. I don't rely on Fan Videos to make my day complete, and I most definitely do not draw Gio's Pickle whenever I get the chance. Not at all. Never. Honest.

But I have every right to be obsessed...if I were, which I'm not.

However, why would I be obsessed with a show that won't keep the best-thing-since-sliced-bread on the screen?! Forget that I said it was a way of life – I lied. There, I'm a bad person!

Or just a person that wanted Betty to have a happily-ever-after...because if she can do it, we all can. Except, she is a fictitious character, and what's the likely hood that there is a short, Italian sandwich-maker for all us ladies?

Sometimes, I know how stupid this might sound, but I wish I could be Betty for a day and make it all right, or at least observe and help. Betty would be with Gio, Henry would be away happily with his child and Christina...well, Christina would be Christina. She rocks! Go Her!

But, sadly the only way I could make things good would be if I were a writer for the show, which I am not. Damn. So, that sucks...but a girl can dream, even if it is for someone else's happiness. I'm a romantic, I can't help it!

I decided that wishing the Ugly Betty plot would dramatically change was a waste of time, and I was tired (nothing new there...) so I skulked off to my bedroom, and fell on the bed. Literally.

"Ow...a bed is meant to be soft..." I felt my nose to check it was okay. As it sticks out the most it's the first thing that could be broken. Second, my glasses. Both were fine, but I knew there would be a lovely bruise on my face in the morning..."Great!" I crawled up to the top of my bed, threw the covers over me and was soon asleep – with my glasses still on, I need to stop doing that.