They say that bad relationships are like bad investments. No matter how much you put into it, you'll never get anything out of it. You should find someone that's worth investing in.
And that's exactly what these twenty four singles are gonna do.
Joi...
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Ask anybody in this house, the worse thing about this experience is the anticipation leading up to the Truth Booth.
Emotions are heightened, not to mention you're probably voting for a couple that had a horrible date. It was quite shitty, but the end goal would make it all worth it.
As they wait around for the couples to get back, everyone kind of ducked off and did their own thing.
Dejounte and Chase were having a deep conversation by the pool. They've surprisingly been attached at the hip damn near all day.
Journee, Zach, Jalen, and Sloane were in the kitchen eating leftovers from dinner. Rashod, Donte, Swift, and CeeDee were playing spades at the table.
Catya, Grace, Asha, and Harlym were cooped up in the bedroom still watching movies, and the rest of the housemates were either drinking, sleeping, or both.
Yeah, that's James and Giselle. They were playing a game of "go fish" when they decided to raise the stakes using a bottle of Don Julio. Before we knew it, they were out like a light as Drake would say.
"I'll be back, I'm gonna go get more cookies." Harlym said, taking the blanket off her body wiping the few crumbs off her shirt. "You guys want anything?"
They all shook their heads and she nods walking out the room. She heads downstairs, heading for the pantry when she hears her name.
"You really think Harlym is your match or all that lovey dovey shit you be spitting to her is a lie?" She hears CeeDee ask.
She shuffles her feet and backs away slowly, out of their view.
"She's a good woman. At least, from what I can tell the last nine days." He said and she could imagine him shrugging.
"It sounds like a 'but' is in there somewhere."
He sighs and Harlym frowns.
"Can I be honest with y'all? No judgmental shit?" He asked and she doesn't hear the boys say anything but they must've made some sort of gesture to him because he started speaking.
"I kind of regret applying so much pressure straight out the gate."
"Explain." Donte said.
"Do I believe she's my match? Yeah, I think she could be. Maybe. But, what if she's not? I didn't get a chance to make connections with anybody else because me and her hit it off so well.
So we'd probably pair up every week, not knowing if we're a match or not. Unless we get in that Truth Booth." He explains.
Harlym didn't know how to feel. Part of her kind of understood where he was coming from but the other half was highly confused.
