. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮-𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦-𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘢'
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐄 was a hopeless romantic. so hopeless in fact, she accepted the offer to go on the biggest reality tv show the uk has to offer - love island, in hopes of...
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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ✰ 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰 ❛𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃. 𝚄𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙰 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚃!❜ love island s10
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✰ 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐩.
the morning teased her with the lights unforgivingly switching on making her yet again curse herself for laughing at the idea of an eye mask. she rolled over, expecting to fall into a warm body but her face collided with pillow, reminding her of the events from last night.
"zeke you have been dumped by your fellow islanders. please pack your bags immediately and say your goodbyes." maya recited.
renee groaned in response to jess' good morning, burying her head under her covers. she felt two bodies sandwich either side of her and tug at the duvet. "no," she groaned again, "leave me here to rot."
"bruv let go and let us get underneath." tyrique complained, tugging one last time, exposing renee to the cold bedroom air.
"renee get up," ella laughed at the 21 year old's foetal position.
"no, i'm too single." she protested.
tyrique kissed his teeth, "don't tell me you're still upset over that neek."
renee gasped, sitting up and looking back at tyrique with a finger in his face that he slapped awat. "zeke was NOT neek." she replied indignantly.
tyrique's face broke out into a grin his shoulders rising in glee, "whoever said the rhyme, did the crime." both sammy and zach blew raspberries before breaking out into laughter, gassing tyrique up for his wit.
"ella you really chose," renee paused, looking back at tyrqiue with a curled upper lip, "that?"
"i know," ella pouted, holding her arms out for renee to cuddle into. "he's such a bully."
tyrique rolled his eyes, pulling the duvet cover over their legs and leaning back, throwing his arm behind both ella and renee's heads.
"nae how are you feeling after last night?" whitney walked over, perching at the bottom of her bed.
