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˙⋆.˚america's sweethearts˙⋆.

miguel and valentina both woke up to kenny yelling.

"how'd you sleep missy." miguel wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

"so bad." she joked with him.

"good." he bluntly said to her which made them both start laughing.

that's one thing they both liked about each other so much. they could make jokes without the other person getting upset. they just matched each others energy so well.

all of the girls then got ready for the day. val put on her white and pink bikini and made serena do her hair.

"thanks baby!" she hugged serena after she finished her hair and then went downstairs to eat with miguel.

the two started talking about the most
random things. "do you like scary movies?" she asked him.

"i love scary movies, do you?" he looked at her.

"duh, what's your favorite." she put her hand on his shoulder.

"probably like jeepers creepers." he answered her question. "have you seen that one?"

"duh!" she told him.

"are you serious? i feel like nobody has seen it." he said surprised.

"well i have." she laughed at how shocked he was.

val in beach hut:
"i feel like the more i talk to miguel the more i like him. like it doesn't matter what we're talking about he just always makes me feel so comfortable and relaxed. and he's like really touchy which i love a lotttt."

"how are you feeling with the new dudes coming in?" he asked her.

"um, i definitely think i like them a lot more than you. so i'm just excited to get to know them more than you." she joked which made him wipe away fake tears from his eyes.

"i feel good, i'm happy." she told him.

"right now, you are the only person in the villa i do wanna get to know." he reassured her.

"well i feel like we're on the same page about that so." she smiled at him.

oh how things would change soon.





























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