《Love island 2019》Night and day!!!
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That night from then on was quite sad and depressing as we couldn't get our heads around Callum being voted out.
"Well I'm single again" Molly said as we all walked up to get changed.
"Amy are you wearing your sexy pyjamas" I laughed.
"Yeah" she laughed back honestly.
"What shall I wear?" I asked as she pointed out one of my pyjama sets=
Once I put it on and Amy put hers on we looked at each other and laughed.
"Let's bounce" I shouted. We walked down the stair and into the room and all the boys whistled.
"Piss of" I said getting in my bed.
"What are you trying to do" Tommy laughed making me laugh.
"Nothing" I laughed. Once everyone had got into bed the lights all turned of and Tommy gave me a kiss. I passioned it up more and it turned into a full on make out wrapping my legs around him. I then started
laughing into the kiss so he stopped and asked "what?"
"You are just too cute" I laughed. He then snogged me again and pulled the covers over us.
~the next morning~
I woke up this morning with Tommy clinging on to me like a monkey.
"Tommy" I said trying to wake him up,but he wouldn't. So I kissed him all over his face except for his lips.
"Morning," He said sitting up.
"Hello, I'm getting changed see you in a bit" I said then actually giving him a kiss. I then walked upstairs and got changed into=
I then put my hair into a high pony tail and walked downstairs and outside to the kitchen, I then made me and Tommy some cheese and ham tosties and us a cup of tea. Whilst I was making it he came behind me and gave me a hug.
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"You look sexy" he said cutely.
"So do you" I said turning around giving him a kiss.
"Awwwwh you two" yewande laughed over to us.
"Hoyas" I laughed.
"Good morning" Tommy said, we
"I'm going to get ready"
"Bye hun" I said as he walked of.
"So have you heard about Amy and Curtis?" Yewande asked.
"No what happened" I asked.
"Curtis said to joe he wished you picked him, Amy over heard it and is going crazy" she said as a wave of shock struck me.
"No way" I said starting to feel sad.
"What's up daisy" she said rubbing my shoulder.
"It's like when I wanted to get to know him, he pied me and then I get with Tommy and he all of a sudden wants me. And it's not fair on Amy, I've made someone feel like shit," I replied.
"Hey daisy can we talk" someone said behind me, when I looked it was Curtis. We walked over to the bean bags.
"So I'm guessing you already know what has happened," he said.
"Yep. What I want to know is why when I liked you, you pied me, but when I've got over that you want me," I said.
"Back then I thought Amy was the only one I had eyes for but that has changed," he replied.
"I feel used, no I feel like you have played with my emotions," I said back to him.
"I haven't played with your emotions," he replied.
"Then what have you done," I said to him.
"I don't know," he replied looking down.
"To me, I don't think you know what you want," I said getting up. He then grabbed my arm and kissed me. I pushed away but not straight away and walked away.
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"Hey can I steal Molly for a second" I said to her and anton.
"Take her away" anton laughed.
Me and Molly walked over to the day beds and I told her everything. She just started laughing, "Daisy how does it feel to be in a love triangle."
"Shit" I laughed, "and it's not a love triangle I know who I want"
"And that is" she said getting nosy.
"T to the O to the M to the M and Y" I said then laughed at my cringieness.
"Now let's get your mind of this and let's get a tan" she laughed as she gave me a hug.
Me and Molly walked outside and was stopped by Amy.
"Hi Dais can we have a chat?" Amy asked.
"Yeah sure," I replied as we walked over to the pool.
"So obviously I know that you and Curtis had something when you came in and I tried to stop you from doing that, but you haven't. So you need to stop being so greedy.." she started. I quickly interrupted saying "wow I'm not greedy. I don't want Curtis, no wonder he wants me. You are a ducking bitch." Once I said that I felt a load of water in my face.
"You dick head" I shouted getting everyone's attention as I got up and walked away.
~a/n~
Hi it's me, sorry for the huge delay I've been Really busy recently. Thank you for staying around. I got this idea from people in the comments, so feel free to comment ideas as I will try and add them in to the story.
-thank you ❤️❤️🎉🎉🌴🌴
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