Plant vs. Plant and the Hideaway

“We have nothing to discuss, Mona,” You say emphatically.

“We didn’t get to finish our conversation at the jacuzzi. I felt bad about leaving you that way,” Mona rubs her hands on your thighs and looks up at you pouting her lips.

You place your hands ontop hers and take it off and get up.

“Look, cut the act, Mona. I know what you are,” You say.

“Oh, and what’s that, Matty?” Mona asks innocently.

“You’re a plant, okay?” You whisper as if the words were cursed. You see, the cameras focused on this juicy bit. You know they would cut that word out. Plants had to be kept a secret to create the illusion of reality TV.

Mona feigned being shocked, “Whatever could you mean?”

“You don’t really give a shit about me. You are just here to stir drama and ride along, thinking my “popularity” will somehow last. I doubt it’s going to last much longer with the way things are going now, so you better just cut it out and find someone else to run your games on.”

“Wow, you are really hot when you are angry like that,” Mona says, smiling and twirling her brown hair with her fingers. “It turns me on so much.”

“Yeah, cut that out too. I know you don’t mean it, plant,” You say.

“That’s a serious accusation you just made. That I’m a plant. And what’s more, It’s really rich coming from you,” Mona says, her smile disappearing and her voice turning cold and derisive.

“What does that mean?”

“Oh? What could it mean, I wonder, Matty? Let’s see all of the tension and drama revolves around you. You drew all the cameras to you and stole Jamie’s love interest and are trying to steal Tom’s love interest right now. And let’s not forget about what you did with poor ol’ Rick sending him to Rachel who we all knew only cared about Mike,” Mona said deviously.

Your eyes widened at that.

“And to top it off, you are trying to get into the pants of three girls right now,” Mona says. “What? Not just Paige and Jenna. I mean, you practically tried to rip my breasts off back there in the jacuzzi.”

Your gritted your teeth. There was nothing you could say to defend yourself. Mona was right in a way. You were recruited after all by the producers with possible ulterior motives, though you didn’t think you wanted to come here to create problems or drama. Mona just stood there staring at you with a faint smile, expecting you to create some more drama for the camera like the plant you both were.

Your phone chimed in at that instance, and it showed you had a new event text from the showrunners. You were saved from Mona for now.

“I GOT A TEXT,” You shouted. Mona looked on curiously.

The rest of the islanders all gathered around, as instructed by the production.

“Matt. The audience at home has voted and decided that you and Paige should go to… the hideaway?” You say, surprised at the last word.

A loud “oh snap” came out of Mike and Mike and Rick both jumped up and down chanting “HIDEAWAY HIDEAWAY HIDEAWAY!” Mike and Rick both leaped at you and started massaging your shoulders and hyping you up.

The hideaway was a separate sleeping area where two Islanders were given privacy for a night away from the rest of the islanders and cameras, except for one CCTV in the top corner of the room, which would blur or cut out any sexual activity out at home.

You stared at Jenna, who looked sadden and then at Paige, who looked nonplussed.

It felt too early for you two to go to the hideaway with Paige, but you needed the time alone with her to work things out.

The hideaway was a small pool house that was close to the villa but on the opposite side of the resort. You and Paige both stare at each other nervously as the gate's lights turned green and opened, signaling you to be entered. You had a feeling Paige was still angry at you and didn’t want to come.

In the hideaway, there is a large single bed and an adjoining shower. Frankly, the place was lit up and decorated like a sleazy love hotel. Paige didn't say a word to you and just headed towards the shower and locked the door behind her. You can hear the water from the showerhead turn on as you made yourself comfortable in bed.

What was going to happen? There were things running in your mind, and your youthful imagination went wild.

When Paige finished, she came out only covered in a towel in a casual manner, her red hair still wet and spoke. The sight of her near-nude body made you feel hot and nervous.

“You can use the shower now,” Paige says, not staring at you.

Taking up her offer, you went inside the fog-filled bathroom and took off your clothes and washed. Like a hopeful idiot, you scrubbed your nether regions extra hard. This was silly. What were you expecting after all?

When you finished your shower, you brushed your teeth and put on your sleeping shorts and made your way back to the bedroom. Paige was turned over on the end of her side of the bed lying on her side facing the other wall. She had an oversized t-shirt on and her hair was tied up.

“Can we talk?” You say.

“I just want to sleep, okay?” Paige says curtly.

“Alright... Good night, then.”

“Good night.” She answers back.

Somehow what you fantasize about is never going to be what actually happens.