Red, Hot Summer

DAY 2- Two Truths and a Lie!

BOBBY

He was mightily impressed at the number of toasties Scarlett had put away at lunch. They had chatted non-stop about everything and he felt like he knew nearly everything about her already. The conversation flowed so easily and they both shared a cheeky sense of humour. She was so passionate about her music and he could listen to her talk all day about the cello and classical music.

"People usually switch off when the conversation turns to classical musical," Scarlett told him. "If it's not pop or rock, they aren't interested!"

"Well I'm interested. I don't know a lot about classical music but I play the guitar and I used to have piano lessons!" he told her as they talked. 

They both shared a love of cakes, him baking them and her eating them.

"I'd love to open my own bakery one day," he said, "That would be the dream!"

"That would be amazing! I worked in a bakery, it was my first job, I was in charge of putting the jam into the donuts, anything more technical than that ended in disaster," she laughed. "I also kept eating the donuts, funnily enough they didn't need me after that first Summer!"

"I love a donut," Bobby said. "Although after frying hundreds of them, you can kinda go off them. I'm really interested in patisserie, I'd love to have the chance study it properly one day, in Paris..." A glimmer of sadness crossed his face, it was only for a moment but she noticed it.

"You ok?" she asked, laying her hand on his.

"Sure," he replied, just enjoying the touch of her hand on his. "So, I'm guessing Rocco isn't getting the message?"

"Not at all, I'm not sure how else I can tell him I'm not interested," she said. "He kept trying to touch my boobs in bed last night." Her cheeks flushed at the thought of Gary's hands on them only an hour earlier. 

"He's totally out of line," Bobby said. "Do you want me to have a word with him?"

"Thanks, maybe later if he still keeps trying to crack on?" she said.

"Of course," Bobby said and smiled at her. She leant over and kissed him on the cheek.

"You're so sweet, Bobby, you know that," she said, as she stacked up their plates and then loaded them into the dishwasher.

GARY

When he headed back out into the sunshine, most of the Islanders were sitting around on the beanbags, chatting.

"Has anyone been smelling pineapples?" Noah was saying.

"I've been smelling coconut," Rocco chimed in, "I think it's Scarlett's shampoo." He nodded over to where her and Bobby were just walking across the grass to join them.

"It's probably suncream," Gary said. 

"I smelt it in the dressing room," Hannah said, "Maybe it's body spray? Did you smell it Scarlett?"

Scarlett sat herself down on a beanbag next to Hannah, next to Gary. "Definitely some kind of body spray," she said. "Sparkly pineapple body spray, I've got one like it at home."

"We've got a mystery on our hands," Marisol announced.

"A tropical mist-ery," joked Bobby and they all groaned. Gary stretched his leg out so his foot was just touching Scarlett's and smiled at her. Their roof top make out session had really riled him up; she was so freaking hot. Scarlett looked up at him from under her thick, dark lashes and he winked at her. Just then Hannah's phone made an already familiar sound.