A Bit of Me

EP 09 Pt 2.1 Competition Heats Up

SUMMARY: It's time to put the boys through their paces and find out who's worthy of the title of Mr. Love Island!

Iain Stirling:

Gary's nan used to say "If you want to prove to a girl you're boyfriend material...

win an impromptu 'Mr. Love Island' Contest'. She's a strange one, his nana.

While the boys are stuffing their budgie smugglers and figuring out how to showcase their talent..

The girls are practising their judging skills by... Well, by being judgy!

Loungers

All the girls were sunbathing on the loungers. "This is how it's meant to be, ladies." Lottie sighs cheerfully. "The lads are flapping about trying to impress us while we lounge by the pool."

"But what are they meant to be doing? Aren't talent shows all skimpy swimsuits and speeches about world peace?" Hope asked.

"Bring on the sexy swimwear, I say!" Priya grins.

"I can't wait to see what Noah's hidden talent is," Hope said dreamily.

"She's deffo already seen his 'hidden talent'..." Priya teased. The girls laugh and nudge Hope, who goes red.

"What are you going to be looking for, Grace?" Marisol asked.

What makes a guy Mr. Love Island? "First, sex appeal-" you started and Lottie cut you off, "Yes, hotness. Keeping it nice and shallow then?" You continued, "They've got to have the body, and smoulder. Secondly, they've gotta have some kind of talent..."

Priya smiled and interjected, "Some might say being hot is a talent..." You grinned and concluded, "Third. Personality. I need someone to laugh with. Otherwise, it's not happening."

"Noah checks all these boxes. He'll ace this challenge." Hope couldn't help but grin as she thought about her gorgeous librarian.

"Do you think Bobby will bake a cake?" Priya asked.

"I'm not into cake," Marisol stated. "I'm more of a crisp person. Do you think he'd make crisps?"

Priya laughed and said, "Probably not."

Hope chimes in, "Who cares if there is cake? They're going to be parading around trying to impress us!"

Lottie shook her head in disagreement. "He'd better make a cake. That's gotta be the main perk of coupling up with a professional chef. Homemade cakes! If he wants my vote, he better get to baking."

"At least Bobby has a skill. What's Gary going to do? Talk about his nan." Marisol said rudely.

You looked stunned by her comment. What the fuck is her problem?

Hope replied quickly, hoping to nip any drama in the bud, "Aw, don't be mean! It's sweet that he's so close to his nan." But Marisol didn't let it go.

"A bit too close if you ask me," Marisol made the snide remark while rolling her eyes.

"... Huh!" You state, totally perplexed. You start counting to yourself, backwards. 100, 99, 98, 97...

"Are you trying to say he fancies his nan?" Priya asked with a doubtful look.

Marisol added, "He does talk about her an awful lot..."

You are irritated by Marisol's shade and interrupt her by making a gesture with your hand similar to one used to stop vehicles. "Are you taking the piss right now, Marisol? Gary just loves his nan. It's a sweet quality. His nan sounds incredible—not just some old lady sitting in a rocking chair, wearing a wig, eating boiled sweets, and coming up with advice." The following was said by Grace in a grave tone and with an icy tone: "Stop psychoanalysing everything!" You glance at her in a manner that is hostile. What made you think I'd let you talk shit about him and his nan?