I’ve actually been working on my own Bobby fanfic. It’s my first attempt, so it could be a little rocky. But below is my version of him reuniting with my MC after casa. From Bobby’s POV with internal dialogue.
I’m finally up. I walk out and turn the corner. I see Paula standing there alone in a black wrap around dress that’s cut out in the middle. Her hair is perfect and her eyes light up the second she sees me. Both of us pick up the pace towards each other. Meeting before I can even get to the fire pit.
“Hello again gorgeous!” I say staring into her eyes. Embracing her at full speed and swallowing her waist in my arms and lifting her into a bear hug.
She lets out a small giggle and koalas herself around me. “I knew you’d stick,” she whispers against the crook of my neck.
“Couldn’t be any stickier if you rolled me in jam baby girl. I wouldn’t dream of losing you!”
I walk us carefully to the fire pit and set her down. The warm yellow light I usually see around her is burning like a bright white. A tear of happiness rolls down her cheek. Gently, I wipe it away with my thumb. Cupping her face in the palm of my hand, I bring her forehead to my lips and press a tender kiss against it.
I’d been so focused on Paula, I finally realize Marisol is recouped with a lad named Graham. He seems alright. I’m happy for her.
Before I can say anything about it, Jakub interrupts our reunion. Running out from the villa alone, he smiles at Hope who also stuck.
Noah is the last one out and Blake follows closely behind him. Paula seems a little taken aback. Everyone looks at her.
“It’s fine. I’m not bothered,” she responds with confidence smiling at me through the firelight.
“Are you sure?” Noah asks. Surprised at that reaction.
“I just said it’s fine, didn’t I?” Her eyes narrow a bit.
“You sound like you’re bothered...” he says.
“Wow, I’m not sure what to say about that. You’re a better person than I am, Paula. I know I’d be raging if the tables were turned. This is Blake, by the way” he says sounding disappointed.
What’s his game? He wants her to be hurt or what? This guy just keeps getting worse and worse.
Blake air kisses Paula on her cheeks. “Sorry to meet you like this. I wouldn’t usually go behind someone’s back. I would have talked with you first. I’m sure you understand” she says.
Chelsea pops up, “oh my gosh that totally sounds like what Paula would say! She stands kinda the same way as you too, babe. Don’t you think, Marisol?”
“It’s true. They both stand in a way that says ‘I love to put myself out there. I’m an all or nothing type of girl’” Marisol says observantly.
“That’s it! That’s exactly what it’s like, babe!” Chelsea says excitedly. “Isn’t that funny?” She continues “what a coincidence that Noah would couple up with someone just like you while you were gone.”
“I don’t think she’s very much like me,” Paula says.
“Yeah, I don’t see it either. Don’t compare me to Paula. I’m not one of those girls who has to try all the time just to look good. That isn’t Noah’s type either. I know Paula has been trying so hard this whole time, and all I did was be myself” Blake retorts.
Is she serious right now? That’s laughable. Paula...trying? I mean look at her. This girl Blake is so insecure. She really had to take a jab at Paula for no reason? Pathetic. Nice pick, Noah.
Chelsea tries to explain herself, but Hope stops her. She stands next to Paula and turns to Noah and Blake.
Paula doesn’t wait for Hope. Instead she turns her gaze onto Blake. I can feel the tension in the way her body is standing. Paula calmly folds her arms across her chest as she speaks, “It’s okay, Blake. I can’t imagine how it must feel knowing that you’re a second rate version of me.” Blake’s mouth hangs open as Paula continues, “Especially since only one of us can stay after the next recoupling. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes, hun.” A mischievous grin spreads across Paula’s mouth as she successfully stuns Blake into silence.
Yes babe! Don’t let her talk to you like that. Give her that gorgeous feisty side of yours! Show her who she’s really messing with. That’s MY girl!
Hope cuts back in, “Paula isn’t the only one you two have hurt. I hadn’t gotten over what happened with us” she says looking at Noah. “And then this is what I see when I come back in?”
“What was I supposed to do? We were broken up. I’d only just gotten with Paula...” Noah says explaining himself.
“I don’t really want to hear your excuses. Come and find me if you’ve got something better to say” Hope says.
Noah turns and looks at Paula then at Blake, “Come and find me if you want to have a chat.”
This geezer has got so much nerve. You take my girl, pie her off, and now you’re telling her to come talk to you!? No bawbag. None. At least be a man and chat properly to her after you’ve screwed her completely over.
Everyone disperses awkwardly from the fire pit. Paula comes over to Ibrahim, Gary, and I. I wrap her up in my arms and hold her tight for a few moments. Her body against mine burns in the best way. I grip her waist and feel goosebumps rise on her skin. Her familiar scent tickles my nose as I bury my face into her hair. “I’ve missed you so much” I mumble against her neck. Her grip around me tightens pulling me closer.
We all catch her up on what’s happened while she was gone: my row with Noah about coupling with her, which boys stayed loyal, and some funny stories.
After a few moments, I ask the lads to leave us to have a proper private chat. We sit on the beanbags and I scoot closer to her.
“So....” I say nervously.
“Those were easily the most miserable days of my fucking life” I tell her.
“You melt!” She says pushing her hand against my arm. A smile plays at her lips.
I reach down and shuffle my finger in the grass, tracing circles. I sigh heavily. “I hate thinking you might be in danger of going home” my face turns into a frown.
“You might be, too” she reminds me.
“Yeah, I noticed that. What do you think we should do about it?” I ask.
“Maybe we should couple up?” She suggests coyly.
“I’m glad you said that. You know, I thought about you a lot while you were gone. I was worried you’d all forget about me.” I tell her feeling a little vulnerable.
“Forget you? I could never. Those boys aren’t even a patch on you, Bobby” she smiles at me.
“It’s nice to hear you say that. It’s just...” I pause.
Say it! Tell her how you feel. What are you waiting for?
“Well, you mean a lot to me. You know?” I say placing my hand on top of hers.
Oof. Way to go and miss another chance you dimwit.
“So basically, you love me? Huh?” Her voice snaps me out of my self loathing. She looks at me with a knowing smile. “The note...in my suitcase. You said you love me.”
“Wha—I err.....that’s not what it said.” My heart pounds against my ribcage.
“I mean...kind of what it meant though. ‘Get back here and let me love you’ right? So maybe you do love me?” She nudges me with her elbow teasing my stiff posture.
My whole mouth goes dry like it’s been stuffed with cotton, and I can’t bring myself to speak.
She lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes. “Relax Bobby. Keep your secrets!” Her hands grip the opened edges of my shirt that I refuse to button completely. “But come here and let me love you, too!” Her mouth upturned at the corners into a knowing half smile and her eyes intentionally pierce into mine. She pulls on my shirt, bringing me to her and gently rubs her nose against mine.
“Paula...I just...well, I” she cuts me off and presses her lips against mine. It jolts my body after being away from her for so long. Both of us melting into the kiss. Before I know it, she’s in my arms on the beanbag with me. Her lips part into a smile as our tongues find each other.
Shannon comes over interrupting our moment with an obnoxious clearing of her throat. Breaking the spell immediately. “Have you two seen Ibrahim?”
I try to ignore her at first. Hoping she will go away. She stands resolute, waiting for an answer. I sigh heavily.
“He was here a minute ago. We were sort of having a private moment...” the annoyance in my voice is clear. Paula grips my hand lovingly. “But I guess our time’s up” I give Paula a wink as I stand up. “Find me later babes.”
Paula reluctantly heads off to have a talk with Noah and some of the other girls. When it’s time for bed, us singles are trying to get beds to ourselves. Lottie wants to share with me. I’m sure she wants the scoop on Gary.
I guess that’s not a terrible idea. I’d like to get the inside scoop on what life was like at Casa Amor as well. Lottie will tell me the truth—even if it hurts.
She gets a text just as we are about to turn in: “Islanders, the public have been voting for their favorite couples. The couples that received the fewest votes will face being dumped tomorrow night.”
Lottie and I climb in bed, and I whisper quietly with her.
“Did you have fun at Casa Amor?” I ask in the least suspicious way possible.
“Seriously?” She says. “Just ask what you really want to know, Bobby.”
“How was Paula getting on there?” I ask her quickly.
“Bobby. You really can be a bit oblivious. Paula is head over heels for you. She was like a sad puppy out at Casa Amor. No grafting, no secret smooches, hardly any smiles. And anytime anyone asked what she was doing, she said she was staying ‘loyal to Bobby’. Not Noah. You!” She says jabbing her sharp fingernail into my chest.
Chelsea rolls over from her bed. “Oh my gosh, are you guys talking about Paula?” She whispers. “She’s like sooooo into Bobby. It’s the cutest. I remember this one time she went into the beach hut jumping around and all giddy telling the producers how happy she was to be with him. Hashtag couple goals.”
“Chelsea, go to sleep!” Lottie says sternly.
I can’t conceal my smile hearing these words of reassurance from two of Paula’s closest villa friends.
“And you!...” Lottie rolls back over to face me, “go and get your girl, you idiot” she says pushing me off the bed.
I walk across the room and see Paula sleeping alone on one of the beds. Slowly, I crawl under the blankets. She stirs, but she doesn’t wake. Instead she just rolls and lays her head on my chest. I wrap my arms around her holding her close. I lean down and rest my cheek against hers. “I love you” I whisper into her ear. She feigns sleep but is betrayed by a bright, full smile that forms on her mouth.
“Oh you tricky little lass!” I say prodding my fingers into her sides and tickling her. She grabs my hand tightly and turns her head trying to muffle her laughter into the pillows.
“Mercy mercy!” She gasps as she taps out with her hand on my chest.
Finally, I relent. Pulling her back into me and kissing her face all over before giving her a gentle kiss on the lips. My body lets me rest peacefully for the first time in days.
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