My Sweets

Welcome to the Villa

*** If you've found this, you are probably a Fusebox Love Island game fan and Bobby obsessed. If not, download the app and play the game before reading this. This story closely follows the game. Most of the characters, the Love Island plot, and some of the sentences are property of Fusebox Love Island app. I've definitely changed things up a lot and provided my perspective and explanations. This story goes way beyond the Villa with a spin-off, Tears of our Ruins. A 3rd book is also currently in the works. This is my first attempt at fan fiction. I did this for my own entertainment to help me with my depression. It is mature content (18+) and has storylines that could be triggering for some. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do though!

Make sure you read the entire story. It plays off the previous chapters.

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BOBBY

I pace the empty room, bursting with nervous energy. I can't believe a drunken dare brought me here and I actually made it on this ridiculous show! What are the chances that someone like me would actually be here?

I already met the other lads and now I'm desperately trying to bury my insecurities. How in the world am I going to be viewed compared to all of them? I mean, I'm decent. At 6'2, I'm tall with lean muscles. Even with my height, I'm tiny next to the giants that are Noah and Ibrahim. They are a few inches taller than me and ripped with muscles. Though Gary is thankfully shorter than I am, he has muscles growing on top of muscles. The only bloke I wasn't impressed with is Rocco. There's just something I don't like about him. I'm not entirely sure why. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but something seems off.

I just wish I didn't have to pick last. It's not helping my nerves. I'm going to be stuck with whoever is leftover. I don't want to piss off any of the lads, so I'm not stealing a chick. I'm only here for a summer of fun. Just like I told the guys, if fun ends with a summer romance, that would just be icing on my freshly baked cake. Highly unlikely though.

Finally, the producers motion me out as I hear the attractive host call my name. Showtime Bobby. I throw on the cheesiest over the top smile I can muster and walk out like I'm larger than life. Time to bring on the charm. I step outside into the bright light, momentarily blinded by the sun.

"They saved the best for last! I'm like the sweet dessert after the main course of beefcake!"

Over the chorus of chuckles, a beautiful laugh rings out, instantly squeezing my heart. I scan the girls as I hear, "So are you saying you're sweeter than these other guys?" She laughs again. Her laugh is pure music circling around me. I want to hear more of it.

Icy blue eyes stare back at me and I feel the air being knocked from my lungs. She's gorgeous. She's more than gorgeous. Her beauty exceeds all words. I'm drawn to her in a way I've never experienced before.

Her blue eyes pop in contrast with her skin, which is the same beautiful hue as my own. Her full lips are plush and inviting. Her hair is a dark wild mass of curls. She's the perfect combination of curvy and fit. Man there are so many things I want to do to her. I can just imagine sucking her soft lips between my own. Feeling my thumb graze across those delicious looking breasts. Sticking my dick... Geez! Stop Bobby! Don't be a sleaze! I want her so bad though, but there is no way this goddess before me would ever go for a freckled faced jokester.

Now I've been standing here way too long staring at her. Speak Bobby. Dammit. You have to say something. Why won't my brain work? I feel panic creeping into my chest. "Sweeter and funnier than this lot?" I motion towards the other guys. "Any lady lucky enough to be with me will be laughing all the way to the bedroom." Shit! Did I really just say that? Shit! Shit! Shit! Is it too late to run back inside?