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“This is a joke. honestly.” Max said out loud. Sitting on the bed in the room where he had to share with hell lot of men for the next three months.
They all had to sleep in the same room, in a fucking villa.
Fia had to go big or go home so they literally booked the US love island villa and flew them all over to the United States.
Max wanted to hit his head into the wall.
“I mean it’s not that bad mate.” Carlos said while unpacking his clothes from his suitcase and hanging them in the closet.
“I don’t really mind not driving for a while with that shit box they’ve given me and Alex.”
“You do know that we are being recorded right? Whatever we say will be on the television for people to watch.” Charles said. Sitting on the bed.
“Mate, honestly? Fuck them. They’re putting me through this misery? Then they can take all the shit we're gonna give them these three months.” Max said frustrated. Running his hand through his hair.
“Oh stop it max. You’re being a big baby about it.” George came out of the bathroom in their room. Done with his skin care routine.
He was in his blue white silk pajamas.
Very him.
The four had walked in together to the villa because the others had not arrived yet. So they were alone for the night.
They were told they should just rest for the night until the others joined them and the host came and gathered them.
Max huffed out a breath.
“Oh I’m sure you’re having the best time of your life, aren’t you? You wouldn’t mind the cameras now would you? acting is all you do.”
Charles and Carlos shared a look.
The cameras caught it.
George frowned at Max and put his hands on his hips and turned to face him.
“Well, congratulations Verstappen, now all the world will know what a bully you are. As if they didn’t know before.”
Max waved his hands in the air. Like he was trying to shoo and ignore him.
“Whatever. Princess just go to sleep.”
George rolled his eyes at him and went under the covers.
Charles and Carlos did the same too.
Each on their own bed.
“Drama queen.” Some voice came through.
George’s eyes widened.
“What did you just call me?”
“What? Nothing. Go to sleep.” Max murmured with closed eyes.
George didn’t argue further and put his head on the pillow again.
Two minutes passed before a voice came through again.
“Bully.”
“What the hell?” Max said loudly shooting up from the bed.
“Omg just shut up and go to sleep you two.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Charles and Carlos said at the same time.
Max went back to his pillow.
And Carlos clapped once and the lights turned off.
It was going to be one hell of a summer.
The next day they woke up with the sound of others rolling their suitcases into the room.
chaos was everywhere.
Kimi walked in the room and hugged Max.
Pierre went straight to half awake Charles’s bed and dropped himself on him. Charles let out a grown from pain. And wrapped his arm around his shoulder.
Alex found George still asleep in his bed and sat at the edge and put his hand through his hair and tried to wake him up calmly.
George opened his eyes and when he saw Alex he sat on the bed and hugged him around the neck.
“I’m so glad you’re finally here.” George said.
Max took a look at them and shook his head. Trying not to get angry. He didn’t have any right to, so he just went back to his conversation with Kimi.
“Man, they even took away my phone. It feels like I’m a teenager again. They give us these stupid phones with some love logo on their back, I can’t even install games in it.” He said to Max.
The screen showed Kimi sitting on the couch talking to the camera. As if he was talking with the viewers.
“I mean what if my mom calls? What if she gets worried and I can't call? Three months and no connection with the outside world? It's just crazy.” He talked with his thick Italian accent.
The cameras showed the room again.
“That’s because you’re not supposed to play games with them mate.” Oliver said.
“Yeah. They’re only used for pictures and when they send us a text.” Lando said while dropping himself on the bed. Leaving his suitcase somewhere on the ground.
“A text? Who’s gonna send us a text? I thought we were supposed to be isolated here.” Max asked, frowning.
“It’s when the producers have a game or a plan for us and need to let us know. You really haven’t watched Love Island before?” Lewis answered him.
“No man, I don't have time for that bullshit.” Max said, laughing from irritation.
“Ding.”
Shit.
“Oh my god max you jinxed it.” George said.
“What the fuck did i even do?” Max said furiously.
“Everybody shut up. I got a text.” Oscar said looking at his phone.
Lando escaped Carlos' hands around his shoulders and literally scooped in Oscar’s chest to see the text.
“Well? Read it. What's it say?”
“Islanders, get ready to meet your host at 10 pm tomorrow. Until then, everyone should get to know one another and make some connections in order to not get dumped from the island. Have fun!!!”
[the screen shows some of the islanders sitting on the couch saying their opinions straight to the camera]
“Honestly I can't wait to get dumped from this place.” Max puts a hand through his hair.
“We have been here for barely two days and I can see the drama coming our way.” Alex says chuckling.
“It better be bombshells here man. I ain’t getting coupled up with Fernando.” Lewis says laughing.
“I feel like I have to fight for my survival here. Like you either eat or get eaten.” Franco says to the camera worryingly.