you keep on telling me I'm wasting time but to call it wasting time oh that's a crime and you think it's crazy what i'm tryna do well baby i'm a fool for you
pj stood outside in front of the pool, in his swim trunks with his arms out wide, taking a deep breath, “i swear most times on tv you never see anybody in the pool and that’s illegal when it looks this good, don’t you think? say want to join me and definitely never been caught on camera?” he winked.
a bit surprised that they’d just met and already this person was flirting, nate’s mouth hung agape. “y-yeah, sure,” he said after a moment or two, grateful he’d worn his swim trunks that day. he got in, his feet touching the ground of the pool with ease (that was what happened when you were 6′2″), and he smiled. “come on in, water’s fine.”
Atticus couldn’t hide the coy smile on his lips as Nate approached, he looked up at him through squinted eyes from the harsh sunlight. “Of course not!” he beamed, patting the chair. He felt the same uneasy butterflies he felt the first time they spoke; it was almost an apprehensive excitement? He couldn’t quite put his finger on the feeling. Green eyes flitted over Nate’s figure and he couldn’t help but wonder if he felt it too. Electricity hung in the silence and he swallowed at the question. “It was awesome! I drank a bit too much but I had fun. And yours?”
nate sat, giving atticus a shy smile as he did so. “i had fun, too,” he said, taking a sip of the water he’d brought with him. “met some good people, had a lot to drink. all in all, a quite pleasant evening.” he adjusted his sunglasses, leaning back in his seat and letting the rays of sun hit him before he realized. “oh, shit, i didn’t put on sunscreen. d’you have any, mate?”
elliott, still wrapped up in his blankets, tried to blink his grogginess away. unfortunately, he was not a morning person. having a roommate (and a bunch of cameras watching his every move) pressured him to, at the very least, be tolerable in the mornings. he craned his neck to look at nate, “’s fine,” he answered, sitting up. he debated whether or not he should throw in a flirtatious comment - hell, why not? “i wouldn’t mind the view,” he added with a grin.
was elliott... flirting? it wouldn't be unheard of on a reality show all about love, so nate just gave him a wink as he stripped off his t-shirt, slipping into a tank top. he'd already changed his undergarments, just in case he'd end up doing what he was currently doing. nate was confident in his body, sure, but not that confident. he finished changing and sat down on the bed, his body facing elliott. "did you do your confessional already?" he asked out of curiosity.
it was three in the morning. nate’s stomach grumbled, a grumble he couldn’t ignore. he tiptoed out of his room, careful not to wake elliott, and went into the communal kitchen. grabbing food out of the fridge, he jumped when he heard footsteps. “sorry, mate, did i wake you?” nate whispered, squinting to make out who the figure was. “i was trying to be quiet.”
“d’you mind if i sit here?” nate asked, pointing at the chair next to atticus. he wanted to get to know the other man better; they’d cracked on quite well the first night at the bonfire, and he wanted to see if there was possibly any potential. that’s why he’d worn his shirt unbuttoned, because he could pass it off as just a casual fashion choice if he needed to, or it could arouse intrigue from atticus. “how was your first night?”
"sleep well, mate?" nate said through toothpaste, walking out of the bathroom he shared with elliott into the bedroom he shared with elliott, brushing his teeth before doing anything else. somewhat shockingly, nate was a morning person, and he hoped elliott was as well. "i passed out about as soon as i laid down, although whether that was the jet lag or the champagne is anyone's guess." he went back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth, then came back in, opening up his suitcase. "d'you mind if i change in front of ya, or should i go back in there?"
“smile!” the blonde chirped happily before the click of her camera shutter went off rapidly capturing the candid moment of the other. “i’m sorry, it just looked so beautiful and the light was just right. i can delete them if you want - i should’ve asked first that was so rude of me.” of course she turned the moment sour with her endless talking. one of her downfalls when it came to interacting with people. “they do look really nice though,” she stated, paging through the photos on the screen and offering the other a look.
nate didn’t smile. the picture came too fast; he assumed the pictures were just of him looking a bit surprised. “no, no, you don’t have to delete them,” he said with a shake of his head. he took the camera from her, scrolling through the photos. “these are good. you should show these to the producers. maybe they’ll put them on social media or something.” he began to hand the camera back to her, but instead took a picture of her instead, surprising her the way she’d surprised him. “gotcha.”
“uh, i don’t know who made this pizza but it’s mine now.” harper announced to a practically empty living room as she piled a few slices of cold pizza in her hand and tried to find some water to drown her slight hangover. “y’know, i’m very impressed that no one fell into the fire last night. i had an over under that it was going to be me after my fifth whiskey coke but somehow i managed to survive unscathed. how did your night fare?” the brunette spoke, pizza filling her cheeks as she took a seat on the couch next to the other.
“can i have a slice? s’not mine, just want some,” nate asked, looking up at harper as she entered. he was sitting on the couch, feet up in a very relaxing position, watching a movie on the television but barely paying any attention. “i’m impressed, too. my night was good; got a roommate, met a few people i think i might fancy. how about you? anyone catch your eye yet?”
Q: let’s start slow. who have you spoken to since you got here, and what did you think of them initially?
ah, well, let’s hope i can remember all of their names. let’s see, there was dylan, she’s pretty cool. maxwell’s a nice guy as well. magnolia i spoke to briefly, but not enough to really get a read on her. destiny made a good impression on me with those tequila shots, she’s pretty sick. benjamin i spoke to, but not long enough to decide how i felt about him. mateo seems chill as well. parker is... interesting. i’m not quite sure whether it’s a good or bad interesting yet, but i think i’m leaning towards good. ronni is, so far, the only person to recognize me from my football career, which i guess is... good? elliott is weird, but seems nice. lena is nice, and a fellow brit, so love that. and atticus is chill, also. so far i don’t quite dislike anyone, everyone seems quite nice.
Q: anyone you’ve got your eye on, off the bat?
actually, yeah. i quite fancy destiny, and elliott as well. don’t know them well enough to decide if i actually like them yet, ‘course, but they’re my two front-runners. oh, and atticus is quite my type as well.
Q: who are you rooming with tonight?
elliott and i decided to be roommates after we bonded by hiding yoghurt in sand.
Q: how does it feel to be the oldest on the island?
i feel a bit like a dad, actually. some of the people i speak to, such as magnolia, are so much younger than me that i kind of wonder, like, should you even be here? you know? like, shouldn’t they be in school or somethin’?
Q: you said ronni recognized you. do you want the others to recognize you, or would you prefer to keep a low profile?
you know, i sort of, em, put my manchester united days behind me a while back. not that i don’t want to be recognized from it, because obviously, i’m talking about it on television, but i don’t want it to be the first thing people think of when it comes to me.
“yeah,” elliott winces at his own stupidity, “i completely forgot. losin’ my yoghurt threw me off.” he raises himself up with a grumble and attempts to wipe away any sand that was sticking to his clothes. “i don’t want to be known as ‘that twat who spilled yoghurt on the first day’,” elliott said sadly, “i’m elliott moore. ’s a pleasure, nate smith,” he held out a hand, his pout quickly shifting in a grin, “i hope i didn’t leave that much of a shitty impression on you.”
"please," nate sad, shaking elliott's hand, glad to have a name for the attractive man. "the impression was hardly shitty. it was..." he searched for a non-offensive word that accurately described his feelings for the man. "charming. odd, but charming. anyways, elliott moore," he continued, his name dripping from nate's tongue like syrup, "have you found yourself a roommate yet?"
angel had been making small talk for awhile, quickly growing tired of repeating the same things to different faces. where she was from, her name, how nice the weather was in greece … sure, that is normally how conversations go down, but after 10+ hours on connecting flights, she was growing impatient for some excitement. aimlessly , decora nails swirl around a pink straw , her blushed cheek resting on her hand as she moped at the bar, a soft sigh leaving her glossy lips. all of a sudden, something sparks in her mind. refuting her initial defeat, the brunette signals the bartender for another drink, before turning her bar stool to face the other. “so … remember how they interviewed us before we got here ? i got kinda dizzy with all those questions, but i really had to think about an answer for the top 5 things i was most excited to do part ! besides … you know, love and all that. pretty much, i remember saying i want to meet a dolphin, swim with it, feed it, all that … i want to jump off a really high cliff into the sea … to ride around on one those four wheel motorcycles … and …. uhm … if i remember the rest, i’ll let you know. — what about you ? i feel like it says a lot about someone. but be warned, if your ideas were better than mine, i’m inviting myself to tag along.”
nate smiled. it was the most out there conversation he’d had since arriving, with most of the others being hi how are you what’s your name i’m nate. “meeting a dolphin is absolutely on my list,” he echoed, taking a sip from his whiskey ginger ale. “i’ve never been snorkeling, so i’d like to do that. i, uh... i think i also said i’d like to go horseback riding. d’know about that for sure, though, horses sort of give me the willies.” he took another sip, trying to think of his last two. “oh!” he said after a few moments of silence. “i want to climb a mountain and i’d like to get a tan. those were my other two.”
“hey it is grand talent, you’ll be wow-ed okay!” he chuckled, taking his hand, and nodding his thanks. parker shook his body only a little to remove some of the sand, but definitely not most of it, and chugging the shot down, with a hard wince. “alright, yes, let’s do this! a smooth surface should get the job done.” parker jogged his way to the desk, taking the steps with a jump. he pointed at the man, “get ready to be impressed.” parker jumped from one leg to the other, hyping himself up, before jumping into the movements of the worm, his hands out in from of him, and he rolled his body vertically.
nate couldn’t believe this was how he was spending his first day on the island, but here he was, watching this man do the worm. successfully, he might add. a little disappointed that he hadn’t gotten to see him fail completely, he simply nodded in approval. “impressive. color me wow-ed.” he smiled, sitting on a beach chair that was strategically placed on the deck. “what other cool dance moves can you do, aside from the worm? or is that it?”
Emma wiped some smeared eyeliner from below her eye before letting out a sigh. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and gave herself a confident smile before making her way back outside with the rest of the group. She walked to the bar area with a smile on her face, hoping to give an inviting vibe to the other individuals. “You got this, Em,” she mumbled to herself as she plopped up on an empty bar stool. Being a shy and reserved person most of her life, this environment and experience was completely knew to her. If she was going to break out of that shell, this was her chance. She looked around the bar, and helped herself to a bottle of champagne. “Who needs a glass, am I right?” She said out loud, mostly to herself, followed by a nervous chuckle when she noticed someone had taken the seat beside her. “Whoops, were you going for this? I’m sure there are more here somewhere,” she said, shuffling around the bar.
“oh, no, i’m alright, i’ve had plenty of alcohol today,” nate said, shaking his head at her offer. he couldn’t help but laugh at the woman drinking champagne straight from the bottle, wondering if she’d be doing that the entire time they were there. “you enjoy, though.” he began to turn his attention towards a conversation happening elsewhere on the bar, but there was something that made him turn back towards her. “what’s your name? i’m nate, it’s nice to meet you.”
“okay okay, while i absolutely love mixed drinks,” destiny started from where she stood at the bar, turning to the person beside her with an excited grin, “i feel like tonight deserves something a little bit more, oh i don’t know, naughty.” a laugh left her mouth at her own phrasing, but she rolled with it anyways, holding up two shots of tequila she had acquired from the bartender, “take a shot with me?” she offered, “it’s only the best tequila this beach has to offer, so, saying no would only be punishment to yourself.”
shooting the woman next to him a coy smile, nate simply nodded before licking the back of his hand and pouring salt onto it. “let’s do this,” he said in a mock-serious tone, readying the lime and the tequila and downing the shot in one fell swoop. his lips puckered and his eyes shut and he let out a whoop, slamming the shot glass onto the table. “jesus, that was strong.”
“thank you,” maggie replied but shook her head at his offer, “i’m not much of a drinker. unless you’re any good at makin’ mocktails.” she rested her arms on the lip of the bar and leaned her weight against it as they spoke to each other.
“luckily for you, i am very good at making mocktails,” nate said with a wink. as he began to make a virgin mojito, he couldn’t help but notice how young the girl was. was she even old enough to be on the show, he wondered? “i’m nate, by the way. nate smith. pleasure to meet you.”
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