Just Us : H.S

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The last few weeks have been... hectic to say the least.

After submitting my application that night, only a week went by before I got a call from a random number. Thank god that I didn't ignore it, because it was the producer of Love Island. They congratulated me and set up a time to meet and discuss the technicalities of the show. 

Four days after the phone call, I drove to an area of London (where I am not rich enough to frequent) to meet with the producers. We discussed the basics. You can't have sex out in the open (duh there are cameras everywhere) but you could have sex as long as you are covered by something, like the blankets. No physical fights, you will be kicked off and charges will be pressed. You can't do drugs, when alcohol is available you cannot get drunk, only tipsy, etc etc. 

The only rule that I didn't fully agree with was a big one in my eyes. During a recoupling, you cannot say no to someone choosing you. I am very adamant about speaking my mind, so I think it will be hard for me to not say anything if a total dick chose to couple with me. 

They gave me all of the dates I need to be ready for and explained that they will have someone do the girls' nails and waxes free of charge for the show.  Anything else such as a haircut will need to be done before the show. They gave me a budget in which I can buy new outfits, jewelry, makeup, and pretty much whatever else I will need for the show, but I must show them receipts.

After a lot of paperwork and signing my privacy away, we got into the fun shit. They asked me a lot of questions about myself, hidden facts that no one knows, body counts, favorite songs, and just a ton of random stuff that they may want to use during any of the games. 

Three hours later, they sent me away with two Love Island suitcases with my name on them, and I was driving to Mel's apartment to drag her on a shopping trip with me. In the span of two days, I bought close to a thousand dollars worth of dresses, bikinis, and shoes. I didn't really buy any new accessories since I love everything I already own. 

It's now one day before a car will be picking me up to take me to an airport, and to say I'm shitting myself is an understatement. 

Mel huffs and shoves one of my bikinis in the suitcase she is working on. "Stop picking at your lip Andrea. You want them to look plump and lucious on the show, not bleeding and cracked."

I immediately fold my hands on my lap. "I'm sorry, I'm just nervous as shit right now. What if I don't even last a day? We did all of this preparation for nothing!"

"If you don't shut up, you won't even make it to the show because I will kill you." Mel states with a pointed look on her face. "Stop stressing babe. You're literally the hottest girl I know, which will get you through the first few days, and you have the best personality ever which will get you through the whole show!"

She scootches next to me and lays her head on my shoulder. "Plus, I will be having a watch party with all of our friends and my coworkers and you best believe we will be voting in your favor every single chance we get. You got this babe. Please trust me on this."

I take a deep breath and kiss my best friend on the forehead, "You're right. I love you so much Mel. Let's finish packing, I have a long day tomorrow."

As we finish up packing and trying our best to zip the suitcases all the way up, now packed with clothing, shoes, makeup, haircare, and body care, I can't help but admire the beauty of Mel. I don't understand how they could ever deny her application. who gives a fuck about a following? It doesn't make sense to me and it's taking everything in me to not be upset and to try my best to live in the moment for her.