#( charlene ft. callie )

[guttcd]

When: Day Thirty. Pre-postcard

Where: Terrace 

Who: Callie @graftisms​

Charlene hated apologizing.

Not because she felt incapable of owning up when she was wrong but rather... she hated being wrong. Hated letting negative emotions get the best of her. The guilt was beginning to do a number on her and she knew that if she wanted to start her day off on the right foot then she would need to clear the air with Callie as soon as possible. It was finding the OG alone that proved to be the biggest dilemma here, so when she finally catches Callie by herself up in the terrace, she doesn’t hesitate to make her way up there. She does however, hesitate to walk in, only poking her out from the door.  “Hey.” She calls, waiting for Callie to acknowledge her presence before adding. “Do you... have a minute?” Somehow, this felt a little more nerve wracking than their conversation last night.

[inquixotic]

EXIT INTERVIEW: SEBASTIEN FT RHYS. 

did you see that dumping coming at all?

rhys scoffs, as if asking if they’re serious. “haven’t i been saying this since the first or second time i was in the bottom?” seb is silent. 

do you think you deserved to stick around?

“there are only so many real couples right now aren’t there? deserving is a choice word. dante and charlene definitively deserve a partner that actually wants to be with them,” rhys says. seb is still silent, but gives a small nod of agreement to rhys’s statement.

is there anything you would’ve done differently on the inside?

“sure. plenty. but where’s the fun in that?” to rhys’s comment, seb adds in, “no.” 

is there anyone else you would’ve liked to see leave instead?

rhys laughs to the point where there’s almost tears in his eyes. “no comment.” seb looks thoughtful for a second then shrugs. “the twins. ils ne sont pas sincères.” 

do you think any of the current couples have a shot at making it to the end? who would you like to see win?

“current couples. jenny and jude,” rhys says. seb just snorts, and adds, “none of them are real right now, anyways.”

who do you think you’ll stay friends with after leaving the villa?

“jenny, josh, charlene, dylan maybe, naomi, callie. i guess, we’ll have to see won’t we?” says rhys, the more chill of the pair. sebastien purses his lips at some of those names, before seconding, “jenny.” a day earlier, he might’ve included other people on that list, but by choosing not to save, and in some cases even mention, his person, they’ve burned those bridges in his mind. “charlene. éventuellement angel.” hard maybe there. “je dois des excuses à miles.” but he doesn’t elaborate.

anything else you’d like to add about your time in the villa?

rhys says, “cheryl deserves a raise,” and sebastien laughs, then adds, “the bias for certain individuals with famous fathers is clear on the production team.”

with @properbantz !

[guttcd]

* ft. callie

“ YOU SLEPT ON THE TERRACE ? ”   that’s not something she had known, just that charlene had not been in the bedroom, and callie blamed herself for it. it’s a surprising kick to the gut, her shacking up in her and frankie’s spot, where she’s pretty sure nobody else has been crazy enough to sleep. that fact does ease some of the tension in her shoulders, even if it shouldn’t.   “ fine, ”   is all she says, not interested in getting caught up in small talk. lips press together, listening mutely at the apology. it’s not lost on her that charlene had apologized before naomi even had—a second time, that is. and as far as apologies go, it’s not half bad.   “ i mean, i get it. being in here kind of heightens your emotions sometimes. ”   hence the waterworks she’s been feeling the past few days, despite usually not the one to cry.   “ it just caught me off guard that you were so upset, honestly. i know there’s probably been some mixed signals from me, but i didn’t actually think you were interested until, like, maybe halfway through yesterday ?   so i wasn’t trying to reject you. i mean, it wasn’t personal, but i get that’s not really what you wanted to hear. i just thought we were friends, ”   she shrugs slightly, knowing the f-word is a kiss of death to post, but it’s genuinely how callie saw it,   “ and i really liked that. you were there when i needed you the first night here, so i was trying to be there for you last night. sorry if that’s not what you wanted. ”   if she hadn’t wanted to be friends at all. 

“Uh, yeah. The day beds were taken and I didn’t really feel like being alone in the living room. I told you I like stars remember?” Admittedly, staring at the stars did give her a sense of clarity. Without risking the possibility of sounding like a pretentious philosophy student... a Kim there’s people that are dying moment. “Honestly? I’m always been an emotional little bitch. It just usually doesn’t come out on the second day like that.” It’s only a half joke, one that is both  emphasized and played down by a small scoff.  Charlene listens intently as Callie speaks. Taking a moment of silence to think about what she wants to say. “I was interested.” She says, looking down at her hands. “I didn’t do a good job at showing that though.  Like, after the first night when you told me your situation with Frankie and how you were bummed to be separated from her I felt like it would have been totally ick of me to make a move on you. I thought you weren’t interested in me. That you just shared a bed with me because it was the only spot available at the time. So when you kissed me yesterday at the challenge I was so happy.” She laughs weakly, because now she feels rather stupid about the whole thing. “‘Cus I thought — oh okay, maybe she does like me! Then only a few moments later I see you kissing Angel outside of the challenge and I thought maybe you would be open to… getting to know me too. That’s why I asked if you would be. So when you said you would only focus on Angel I got really bummed out. Felt like I missed my opportunity, or that maybe I did something wrong.” Her monologue was delivered in what felt like a long single breath, so she takes a moment to regain her composure some before adding, “I know it’s not personal but at the time... it was hard to feel like it wasn’t.” The word friends is bitter sweet, exciting and damning all in one. Her gaze shoots up back to Callie, “I didn’t want to be just friends with you. I wanted to be more. Eventually. Maybe. I don’t know.” She sighs. “I think the reason I was so emotional was ‘cus… I felt like I wasn’t even being given a chance. Like I got kicked out of the running before I even made it onto the stage. Not just by you. By everyone.” First day was the Seb and Rhys thing along with Jenny making it clear that she preferred men. Then add what Charlene thought was rejection by Naomi and then an actual rejection by Callie on the second day.  “You and Angel just ended up getting the shit end of the stick. I took it out on you guys and neither one of you deserved that. Besides, it’s not like you owe me one you know?" A chance she means, “If you wanna get with Angel then literally, that’s awesome. He’s a great guy. You guys are super cute together. You both deserve to be happy.” Charlene genuinely means that. Despite her little pity party yesterday she really does. “I’ll get over it. I’m already over it.” She has to be. Love island doesn’t wait for anyone. If she wants to find love, she has to look for someone to give her a chance instead of mourning those who didn’t. “So I'm sorry I reacted to selfishly. I just needed time, you know? I would still like to be friends. If you can forgive me.”