Dec 6, 2023
LITG S2 | THE WEDDING
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LITG S2 | THE WEDDING
Gary Route
I am so going to miss S2 so much. This scene in Casa Bedroom on day 14 when the girls are unpacking suitcases the boys sent from the main villa is so funny. I don't think any other season has matched S2 yet! Not sure FB can with direction they've taken the last few seasons. Hoping if they choose remastering S2 they fix glitches and maybe do more branching but keep format and story same. I prefer 30 days with 3 parts versus what they did in s4-s7. Also 🙏 they don't ruin the Islanders looks, personalities... Scenes in S2 didn't feel rushed and the writing was so dang good. 🤞
S2: Gary and Grace
NEW OUTFITS: s2 GARY & BOBBY
UPDATED POST to include Bobby
Barbie Movie Premiere: Gary & MC
other S2 Islanders coming soon
Since my MC spent 1/2 her childhood on a Texas ranch I thought it was only fitting to put them in denim too! Denim-Blue is sure Gary's colour!
A Ballerina's Last Dance
Throughout this Love Island S2 fanfiction story there will be an occassional flaskback memory. As the story continues each flashback will disclose it's relationship to the storyline and the character(s) development.
From the tender age of five, Grace Adamson dreamed of being a prima ballerina for The Royal Ballet. But today, Grace couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something more important than turning 14 and her ballet performance was going to happen. Her life was about to change course.
Sittingbourne, Kent (2011)
Bedroom
Grace said she didn't really want or need her grandparents to do anything extravagant for her birthday. Even so, they wanted to do something special for her. They woke up much earlier than her and immediately went to the kitchen to prepare her favourite breakfast: pancakes, crepes, a veggie omelette, and cantaloupe, along with freshly squeezed OJ. The last thing they prepared was a cuppa tea. There was maybe a little too much food, but it was her birthday, and her mum was not here in Sittingbourne this weekend. James, her grandad, grabbed the tray, following behind her nan, Isabelle, as they proceeded upstairs to the bedroom.
"We're going on three..." Isabelle murmured as she came to a halt in front of the door to Grace’s bedroom.
James sighed. "Do we really need to?"
Isabelle just smiled and said, "One, two, three!" She held the door open for James to step into the room with the tray of food.
She tapped Grace’s shoulder and said, Gracie, love, it’s morning."
Grace smelled something delicious and gently sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Ugh, what time is it?" She asked, yawning and stretching, "Did my alarm go off?"
"Oh, it hasn't gone off yet; don't worry. But..." Isabelle helped James settle the breakfast tray onto the bed, smiling lovingly at their granddaughter. "Happy fourteenth birthday!"
"Oh, you didn’t have to do so much!" Her eyes lit up at all the food on the tray. "Wow, thank you; this is amazing." She smiled, drinking some of the tea and then eating a few bites of cantaloupe. "I love you two."
"We love you too, Gracie." Her grandmother placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Well, your grandmother insisted." As he perched on the edge of the bed beside her, James grinned and ran his fingers through Grace’s untidy, wavy hair. "Wishing you a happy birthday, sweet pea."
Her nan smiled as she said, "Everything here your grandad helped make too! With the exception of the fruits and tea, of course."
Grace gave them a loving smile. She squealed after taking a taste of the omelette. "It's all fantastic! You ought to have some! I doubt I'll be able to finish everything on my own. And I have to dance later." She stabbed the omelette with her fork. "Here." Grace knew that if she wanted to be a professional ballerina, she'd have to eat well and stick to a rigorous fitness plan in order to do the demanding routines. The majority of the professional ballerinas she met have the most beautiful bodies in the world. But it was her special day, so she decided to splurge a little.
Isabelle only smiled and leaned in close, opening her mouth as her granddaughter fed her a bite of eggs. "Mmm... that is good."
"You, too, Grandad." She took up another chunk with her fork and offered it to him this time.
"Ah, don’t worry about me. I’m not hun-" James was interrupted by his own stomach’s growling. Snacking on a few strawberries and nothing else as they prepared everything else had hardly filled him enough.
"Please, grandad, there is way too much food."
He sighed and opened his mouth just like his wife did, letting her feed him.
"So?" asked Isabelle.
James looked at his wife of 43 years. "Your food is always good, you know that." Isabelle huffs and rolls her eyes playfully at her husband.
"You're so adorable." Grace pinched his cheek.
"I think you’re cuter." James kissed his granddaughter's forehead. "You're getting prettier every day. You look just like your nan when she was your age. The first time I laid eyes on your Nana, my heart was hers. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen." James gave his wife a cheeky wink.
Isabelle giggled and smiled fondly at her husband,saying, "James, you charmer. I can never stay annoyed at you."
Grace didn’t know how much her family had planned for that day, besides her afternoon dance performance. But it didn’t matter if it was a lot or just a little. Because waking up in her loving grandparents' home was enough to make it possibly one of the best birthdays.
Bathroom
Grace moved to the full-length mirror in her bathroom to see if her appearance had changed. Nothing has changed. Same round face. Same wild wavy, brown hair. Boobs are still small. Maybe I'm asking for too much! I'm only fourteen! She turned to look at her bum. Her green eyes widened. Has it gotten more round? She turns to the side. Am I more attractive now? Oh my days, Grace. Such a weirdo I am!
She made her way to the shower, hoping the hot water would soothe her worries. For a few minutes, the hot shower does. She knew she was nervous, as always before a performance. When she performs on stage, all eyes are on her, and it can be nerve-racking. Grace was a natural at ballet and was very passionate about it, training at least 2 hours a day, four to five days a week. Oh, no, what if I stumble and freeze? She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself by inhaling and exhaling slowly.
London Children’s Ballet (spring performance)
Back stage
Grace got to the theatre early, taking a spot at the lip of the stage in her tights, leotard, and a pair of long leg warmers pulled all the way up her thighs. She started her warmup routine to stretch all the areas she was going to use while dancing today. As she continued doing stretches to loosen up, the other dancers arrived in the theatre auditorium. Leaning down and putting her right foot on the edge of the stage, she stretched her right hamstring as she bent her upper body forward to lean into her leg. She then bent to the side over her leg and stretched her arm overhead. She took the arch of her foot in her hand and extended her leg in front of and to the side of her body. She let her leg down, swinging her leg forward and back to loosen up her hip, and switched to the other side.
After Grace finished her warm-up exercises, she went backstage to the dressing area. She squinted her eyes as she looked at herself in the dressing room mirror. The bags were still prominent underneath her eyes up close. She sighed heavily, lowering her head. She was nervous. It definitely wasn't her first time, as she began ballet lessons when she was around four, but she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that something important was happening today other than her turning fourteen and this ballet performance.
With her stage makeup complete and dressed in a beautiful ballerina costume, she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She turned to the side to make sure her white beaded tiara headpiece was secure in her tight ballet bun. She ran her hand down the white bodice and twirled to admire her costume (tutu). She felt like a beautiful swan; the white bodice was embellished with beads and sequin applique, and the romantic length tutu was made out of several layers of white tulle, embellished with sequins and beads, and a wing-shaped piece of lace.
Grace quickly untied her pointe shoes, removing her feet so they could cool down and she could massage her sore foot. She used a foot roller and her hands to roll out the muscles in her left foot. After a few moments, she put her pointes back on and re-tied her ribbons to make her feet feel tighter and more secure.
A Ballerina Performs
The view from the stage is breathtaking—sparkling crystals adorn the balconies and ceiling. Grace had butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she awaited her turn. She turns to the stage to watch as eight girls in two rows stand in fifth position, with the heel and toes of one foot directly in front of and adjacent to the toe and heel of the other. Grace sighed at the exquisite sight of the girls dressed in white against a sky-blue backdrop. She smiled brightly and flashed a little wave to the girls. A number of them smiled back, and her bestie Kate gave her a thumbs up.
The lights dim, and the midnight blue curtain rises. They all rise up onto pointe, their arms forming halos above their heads, still in fifth position. Then each steps out and bends into a plié. The dancers take off on the first note of the music with basic ballet moves. The choreography includes a variety of movements. They continue dancing outward from the centre, travelling sideways as they do their first ballet jump, a small pas de chat.
This was not how the 15-year-old teen boy had planned to spend his Saturday afternoon, but his grandmother insisted that he attend his cousin Millie's ballet performance. He had complained to his nan, that he didn’t understand why he had to see his cousin's ballet performance! His nan told him to stop complaining and 'that a little culture was good for the soul’. He just rolled his eyes. He'd rather be playing video games with his best mate, or fiddling around in the garage. Anything but this. She also made him wear a white button-down and black trousers. She laid out a tie, but he purposefully forgot it at home.
The music changes, and the performance begins with a solo violinist. On stage, the spotlight shone down on a lone ballerina. His eyes widened in astonishment as he looked up from his phone. At first, the melody was slow, and the ballerina gracefully lifted her hands over her head and glided in lengthy, delicate steps while keeping her toes pointed. The teenage boy sat up straighter to get a better look. Wow, she’s a fit bird. The ballerina, wearing a costume of pure white, danced with such grace and elegance that she reminded him of a white swan. She was a vision of perfection. His mouth went dry, and his heart picked up tempo.
Grace swiftly moved her legs forward, backward, and to the side without losing her balance. She took a deep breath. Her movements were slow and steady. She smiled internally as she completed the grand adage.
He was mesmerized by the way the young, beautiful dancer's muscles moved as she went from one move to the next and by how her arms and legs showed both grace and incredible strength. The music picked up the tempo as other instruments joined the violinist. The ballerina's movements became quicker and shorter, but she remained graceful and stunning.
Grace had to really concentrate now as it was a faster, more difficult sequence: relevés (rising up to pointe without pliéing), cambré (bends backward), penché (forward bends), and arabesques three times in a row.
During the climax, two violins begin playing at different speeds. With every fluid bend and twist of her lean frame, Grace executed perfect turns, bends, and jumps, landing softly and quietly. She paused briefly before beginning her final movement. She had spent hours executing it and knew it required a lot of balance and control to pull off. She was overjoyed as she glided gracefully across the stage floor, pirouetting perfectly.
At the conclusion of the ballet, the music stopped while the curtains were drawn back, and the lights returned to the main theatre. The whole ballet school was lined up backstage for the curtain call, the littlest dancers first. As each class paraded onto the stage to a louder and louder ovation, the beautiful ballerina returned to the stage to take a bow. Even her bows were graceful. The teenage boy was on his feet, joined by the rest of the audience in a standing ovation.
He suddenly felt silly for having such an emotional reaction, but then he noticed his aunt wiping tears from her face. "That was beautiful," she said.
"Indeed. That ballerina wasn’t half bad," his grandmother agreed.
The grandson scowled. She was better than ‘not half bad’. The bird was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
Backstage
After a quick cooldown, the dancers disperse. Grace's dance instructor, Nathalia, was extremely proud of her performance. She knew Grace was a very talented young dancer, so graceful and competent on the dance floor. "Wow, hun, that was brilliant!"
Grace beams with delight, her blush settling gently on her cheeks in response to the compliment. "Miss Nathalia, you say that every time you see me perform."
"Well, Grace, it's simply that you're... so," the ballet teacher muses.
The girl interrupts and says with a cheeky grin, "Graceful?"
"Nice one, darling," Miss Nathalia said, smirking. "Seriously now, Grace, your pirouette and grand jeté were flawless. You have so much talent and potential. It’s up to you now what you want to do with your talent."
Grace beamed at her. "Oh wow, thank you. Without your support and instruction, I would not be where I am. When I grow up, I want to be just like you."
Nathalia gave her a warm embrace. For the past two years of ballet competitions and stage performances, Grace has remained very modest and sweet. "Grace, don’t you have places to be and people to see?" Grace gives her another quick hug and leaves in search of her family.
Vestibule
At the end of the performance, the guests gathered either in the main auditorium or in the vestibule to greet and congratulate the performers.
"Tonight was a lot better than I expected," one of the cousins confessed to the group. as they waited for Millie to join them. The hair on his arms suddenly stood on end. The vision he had seen on stage walked past him as gracefully as she had on stage. His eyes followed her every movement.
Grace looked around the vestibule for any of her family. Maybe they were using the loo or getting a refreshment. She continues searching for her family. Where are they? She is bumped from behind, and her bouquet slips out of her hand and onto the floor. "Dad gum it," she snips loudly.
He picks up the bouquet before it touches the floor. He chuckled and remarked, in a cheeky Cockney accent, "Well, that ain't one I've heard before." He's chuffed to bits to run into the pretty ballerina. Her lilt is hard to distinguish, but it is very alluring. She turned around to see a lean boy her age holding her bouquet with a cheeky, lopsided grin on his face.
"Oh, I—" she says, embarrassed, flushing the cutest shade of pink he has ever seen. She looks up, staring into the loveliest blue eyes she has ever seen behind thick optical frames. He was tall, well, taller than her, maybe 5'10. She glanced down to see his white button-down was half untucked from his trousers, and his tie was loose.
He couldn't take his gaze away from her lovely face. He had never seen a more beautiful girl before. Her green eyes were mesmerising. She had beautiful, flawless skin, a perfect nose, and plush red lips. His gaze lingers on her luscious lips, wondering what they would be like to taste. He feels a strange fluttery feeling in his stomach. When he looks up, he sees a mischievous gleam in her eyes. His heart raced when she bit her lower lip. He was becoming a melt over a bird whose name he didn’t even know.
As he handed her back the flowers, he allowed his fingertips to lightly brush against hers. Her eyes widened as she gasped and parted her lips as goosebumps trailed up her arm. He couldn’t help but zone out for a moment, and then she graced him with a dazzling smile that knocked him sideways before he remembered to breathe.
His face lit up, and his pulse picked up. "Alri-"
One of the boy's younger cousins cuts him off by pulling on his sleeve. "Stop chirpsing on the pretty bird. Nan says we have to leave now." His cousin giggles. His mouth fell open, and he flushed a deep pink colour.
Grace’s eyes widened, and she blushed again. He met her beautiful green eyes one more time before he shifted uncomfortably and suddenly looked bashful. He follows his cousin, letting out a long, deep sigh. He disappeared into the crowd before she could thank him.
Thank you, Blue Eyes.
'A Bit of Me' Full story on https://archiveofourown.org/works/37544638/chapters/96524280
This fanfic is largely based on Love Island Game Season 2, with a few twists and turns along the way, similar to the ac...
Flashack 2 coming soon.
Gary and his nan
Gary Rennell and his lovely nan. Any suggestions for her name? Adeline, Ella, Helen, Lillian, Muriel, or Olivia? Nan will be on S2 Aftersun #2 and she won't be holding back with her unfiltered opinion of all the goings on in the Villa. Please vote below:
Gary Rennell's nan's first name
Adeline
Ella
Helen
Lillian (Lily)
Murial
Olivia
A Bit of Me - EP05 Pt2 A Date with Fate (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1312027133-a-bit-of-me-ep05-pt2-a-date-with-fate?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ArtAngel8&wp_originator=LR10ram5FpDd2ddeC3myUNgPoJGM%2FrYKhdR1M%2B5J6dyLTjkxuajCMyZW4MIDIBnpCDGXLdWwIW69k%2BR7R9YVCf8WOjeut%2BZnxLU%2Bh%2BCKK2fO1Ic3V8JR%2BP8zp0waUfYJ
S2: DAY 5 (Part II) SUMMARY: Afternoon dates in the Spanish sunshine. The boys are going to be grafting hard today. But, do the girls like the look of the new boys, Henrik and Lucas?
Interesting to note that the above Concept Environment Art in S2 is same date location for UK Love Island TV Series S4 EP
NOTE: This chapter will contain multiple points of view (pov). Dates will be from the girl’s perspective.
Iain Stirling: There are two new boys in the Villa, and there's a certain question on everyone's lips. Does a certain someone like the look of new boy Henrik? Or Lucas? And the answer is yes, yes I do. But what about the girls? Well, we'll soon find out, because there are new Islanders, and that just means one thing... Dates.
Henrik looks over the communal bedroom. "Wow, this is amazing! Way bigger than my bedroom at home." He sits down on one of the beds, it's soft and springy. These beds are really comfy. Maybe I'll take a nap...
Lucas chuckles and lays his suitcase on the floor, and starts unzipping it. He replied to Henrik's comment that there's nothing like waking up in a new place. It feels good. Henrik smiles as he starts putting his clothes into the wardrobe. "You feel like it is the biggest buzz ever."
"When I walked in, I didn't know where to look."
Henrik remarked, "No one is safe, bruv, no one is safe." The physiologist agreed, saying everyone is up for grabs. The blond receives a text alert. "Oh, I got a text!" He nudges Lucas and reads the text to him.
"Henrik and Lucas, it's time to play the field. Today you will each get the chance to date the girls. The viewers have been voting on who they want you to go on a date with. Prepare to leave the villa immediately. #welcometothevilla #getyourgrafton"
I FOUND THIS PIC THAT SHOWS THE TOWER IN LEFT HAND CORNER THAT LOOKS LIKE THE ONE FROM CONCEPT ART FOR DATE
Story cont. on Wattpad
NEXT: Welcome Party with Sexy Beer Pong.