This fanfic is based on Love Island The Game (LITG) Season 2, with a few twists and turns along the way, similar to the actual show. There will be more fire pit gatherings, new challenges (e.g. Snog-Marry-Pie, Snogathon, Good Bad & Sexy, Sexy Chara...
SUMMARY: Day 8 | June 11. The Islanders keep their spirits high as they prepare to lose a boy in tonight's dumping.
NOTE: Each week, more clothes get brought into the Villa and the Islanders pick out what they wanted to wear. Or we told them 'I like neon, I like floral etc' and they would send it in.
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Narrator, Iain Stirling (voice over):
Previously, on Love Island...
The girls voted on which of the boys was most dateable...
... And the least dateable. Tonight...
The three least dateable boys are put to the public's vote.
And it's adios to two gorgeous guys.
But first... What's better than spilling the beans?
Doing it in front of your partner, of course!
What? You were expecting a joke, were you?
I'm bean serious for a change!
Bedroom
A telltale ping from your phone wakes you up before anyone else. A text this early? You wake up to an empty bed. You squint your eyes to read the text.
"Grace, please head to the beach hut.
#spillthetea #confessiontime"
The beach hut? Urgh. You sink back down on your pillow and close your eyes. These beds are so comfy... I need five more minutes. I better get ready! You yawn and stretch, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. I hope I don't have bags under my eyes. It can be hard sleeping in a room with a dozen others. I suppose I'll be talking about the dumpings tonight. What if they want me to talk about who I voted for and why? You carry on thinking about what it could be before seeing your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Oh no, I look exactly as I feel!
You head to the beach hut. I can tell the people at home everything that's been on my mind. And there's no risk of the other Islanders over hearing and getting offended.
Beach hut
You step into the beach hut, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Alright, hut, lay those questions on -" You stop speaking as you see Rocco looking bleary-eyed from sleep. Oh, this should be interesting.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey." You take a seat. Rocco perches beside you, a little stiff. The first question on the screen appears.
