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: Rumours spread fast in the Villa tonight.
NOTE: Inner thoughts are shown as italicised.
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Iain Stirling:
Previously on Love Island...
Our new girls got to go on their first dates...
Jo: It's not the first time I've got semi-naked and sweaty on a first date.
Ibrahim: And it's because someone's been aggressively fingering it!
And it sounds like...
Chelsea: They did what?
Something big went down...
Or up!
But anyway, tonight...
Chelsea spills all.
Chelsea: Actually, girls...
Lottie gets sensual...
Lottie: I want to see this sexy tablecloth dance.
And Elisa isn't impressed...
Elisa: You're a gossip sneezer!
I'll leave it to Elisa to explain that one.
Bedroom
You rush into the bedroom. You spot Gary and Lottie sneaking into the entrance. I should catch up with them, you thought, quickening your pace.
"Quietly," Lottie hissed, her voice a low, clipped whisper as she threw a dagger-eyed glance back at Gary. "Gary, they'll hear you." Lottie and Gary bicker quietly at the bottom of the stairs.
Gary scoffed under his breath, his tone playful but hushed. "You try to sneak about when you're built like a shed!" He muttered with a helpless shrug. You bite your lip, fighting back laughter as you and Ibrahim caught up to them.
"I feel like a sexy spy," you whisper, leaning in with a mischievous grin. Gary meets your eyes with a conspiratorial smile.
Lottie gives you a stern look. "Grace!" Lottie scolded in a harsh whisper, her brows raised and her lips pursed tightly. "Shhh, we're investigating."
You shrug innocently, lifting your brows. "Us too," you whisper back, tone light, barely suppressing a smirk. You all ascend the stairs. The dressing room door is ajar. Over the whir of a hair dryer, you can hear Elisa and Chelsea. You eavesdrop, straining to hear the gossip.
Elisa gasped. "Don't scream, Chelsea!"
"Sorry, hun." Chelsea's voice was hushed, tinged with disbelief. "I just can't believe that happened..."
