Self-pity, close encounters and 's arrival

It was the end of the week. Anytime now should come recoupling.

Rick and Liz were in one corner of the villa, talking. It looked serious. Liz had tears in her eyes. Were they fighting or breaking up? If only you had the AMA so you could get data notes. They had taken your only lifeline.

Paige had been by herself. She was swinging on her favorite spot, contemplatively looking at the sky from her comfy hammock and clutching a pillow.

“What’s wrong?” You hear a voice say as you daydream about Paige and your life together and **** yourself over a girl you can’t possibly attain yet again.

Standing in front of the balcony door was Jenna. Yet another girl you daydream about spending a life together with.

You let out a small laugh. “Nothing. I was just burying myself in self-pity.”

Jenna sits next to you and takes the guitar from the hanging. She starts tuning it.

“It’ll be fine, Matt,” Jenna says and smiles.

“Will you save me?” You asked.

“Sure, but not from elimination. I already told you I plan to couple with Tom,” Jenna says, strumming some chords. “Whatever happened to the boy who told me he was only here for a week and was fine with that.”

“That boy had nothing to stay for,” You say and then walk towards Jenna and tower over her watching her play the guitar. “You’re killing it and not in a good way.”

“What, I’ve gotten so much better!” Jenna says and sticks out her tongue. She eventually hands you the guitar. “Play something, it’ll make you feel better”

You take the guitar and decide to strum, “Yesterday.”

Without intending it, as you were playing, you pulled yourself closer to Jenna. You couldn’t bring yourself to play for too long, the soft melody of the chords reminding you of the lyrics and agonizing you. Stopping and sighing, you look down and notice you were inches away from Jenna’s face, who was staring intently at you playing.

Smirking, you let out a laugh.

“What? Is there something on my face?” Jenna asks.

“No… not that. You know I was thinking that sometimes I was so busy looking at my phone for something to notice how pretty your eyes are... OH God! I’m so sorry.. . That sounds really corny or like a line. God! Sorry ugh, but…” then you let out a small laugh and run your hands through your hair, feeling like you wanted to slap yourself. An almost Pavlovian response came over to check your phone for the points you just lost for that.

Jenna’s pale white face started flushing with pink as the two of you stared at each other. Your face must have matched hers, as you flushed in embarrassment. Her eyes had a longingness to them like she wanted something desperately from you to say or do. She starts to close her eyes, and you begin to close yours, and you pull towards each other. Your lips barely grazed each other, but yet again, a loud booming voice disrupted it.

“GUYS! IT’S AMANDA! SHE’S HERE!”

You curse yourself at that unfortunate interruption, and Jenna stretches her head to look past you. You look behind and over the balcony and see a familiar face standing near the pool lounge. Amanda, the host of Island Amour, was here, and it was elimination time.