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SEBASTIAN ‘BASH’ GUERRA (cis man, he/him, froy gutierrez) is TWENTY THREE and an ACTOR from SAN DIEGO. they are known as THE PALADIN because they are NURTURING, but if things kick off, they can be a bit  IRRESOLUTE. they’re BISEXUAL and describe their type as SOMEONE WHO’S FAMILY ORIENTED AND BRINGS OUT THE BEST IN PEOPLE. from their time in the villa, they’re hoping to find LOVE. (family dinners around a table, picking sunflowers, always having sunscreen, movie scripts.)

JOSH LAUGHS TOO, knowing how that sounds.   “ listen, i love the girl, ”   he says.   “ but let’s be real—she’s not looking for something serious. kangaroo boy is gonna realize that, too, eventually. ”   and as long as he stays away from naomi, josh doesn’t really care. he hesitates at bash’s question, lips pursed slightly as his head moves back and forth.   “ we’re working towards it, ”   he says. granted, the date text for naomi and mali have yet to come out today.   “ but we basically admitted to each other last night how crazy we are for one another, so yeah, i think it’s inevitable. i’m just giving her time, showing her how serious i am. ”

BASH KNOWS JOSH IS PROBABLY RIGHT, adela isn’t looking for something serious like bash is. bash tries to keep his options open but at the end of the day, he knows he wants someone he can actually imagine a future with, even if it doesn’t pan out that way. “ kangaroo boy ? ” he crinkles his nose at the nickname. sure, it’s a bit funny but something tells bash that it’s not a nickname that’s used all in good fun, especially with dylan and josh’s history. he nods at josh’s revelation. he’s not sure how he feels about it given everything he’s witnessed between the two. but ever the supportive friend, he decides to go that route. “ well, good luck. i hope you guys can work it out this time. seems like you really like each other. ”

“Yeah, he does make pretty good food.” Though the food that he’s made them so far is just normal breakfast food but they’re sure Bash is right and Dante can cook well. “Miles seems nice…” Though they’re not sure how much the two of them will get to know each other considering the whole Frankie and Callie situation. “Oh? Did the two of you get to know each other well during casa?” 

in a way, this conversation proves to adela why it’s better she wasn’t stood up there with bash last night. she kind of wants to scream at him, slap him silly until he’ll scream at her because why is she just getting away with it ?  “ so, you’re super cool, completely understanding, just like that ? ” she scoffs quietly, more to herself, but she is trying to push something out of him, not allow him to let her just walk over him like this, like she could so easily continue to do. “ okay. ” adela smiles, her voice shy since she doesn’t believe him, nor does she blame him, but adela is in his corner, rooting for bash even if he doesn’t want it. she’s no fucking cheerleader though, she does that shit quietly; the reason why she’ll just accept whatever this is for now and try and make it up to him later when he might need it. 

In all honesty, Charlene is more of a hugger too but something about the tension brewing in around the villa is making her act extra cautious. “Thank you, you do too! My grandma says the same thing – had her telling me that she would be damned before catching me a dead fish handshake countless of times.” She smiles, fondness reaching her features at the mention of her grandma. Charlene can’t wait to talk shit with her again. “Oh no way! That’s super cool. How did you get into acting?” Him agreeing on her impromptu request brings her to grin widely, “Aw come on, don’t sell yourself short! I’m sure you’re super stylish. I’ll help you find an outfit for tonight too if you want.”  She cocks her head over to the direction of the closets, gesturing for Bash to follow her. “Let’s go find you something that’ll compliment those pretty eyes of yours, yeah?” 

"I’m glad that our family members have told us the importance of strong handshakes. It surprisingly comes in handy even though I hated it when my dad talked about it as a kid. Made me practice.” He laughs, thinking back on the old memories with his father when he was a child. The simpler times. “Well, I was a bit of a theatre kid but mostly did community theatre to get extra money for my family and an agent scouted me at one of my last performances my senior year.” He thinks back to the difficult conversation he had with his parents. Him, not wanting to leave his family behind, and them convincing him too because the reason they sacrificed so much was so that he could follow his dreams. “Sure! I’d love to find something that makes my eyes pop.” He smiles at Charlene, following behind her.

“Aw hi! Yeah, Charlene. So nice to meet you, Bash!” Charlene is currently at war with her intrusive thoughts, fighting against the urge to pinch his cheeks and gush over how freakin’ cute he is. Boy next door meets golden retriever type of vibes. She has no problem making her way over to him, offering him a hand to shake once she is within distance. “Yup, that’s me. Are you and Naomi close?” Charlene doesn’t know about Bash and Adela but she is aware that he’s coupled up with Rhys and that it’s… complicated. So she doesn’t bring it up. Instead, opts to change the subject. “Are you busy? I was going to look over some outfit options for tonight. Mind giving me some fashion advice?” 

“It’s nice to meet you too!” He grins at her. When she goes to shake his hand, he returns it although he’s much more comfortable with hugs than handshakes. He doesn’t want to push any boundaries though, so he leaves it at that for now. “You’ve got a good firm handshake. My father says that’s the sign of a good person.” He laughs. “Uh, kinda, yeah. We knew each other for like a second before Love Island since I worked on one of her dad’s films.” During Love Island they didn’t get too close though, mostly because Bash was probably focused on other things. “Outfit options? I can’t tell if I’m the most qualified person but I’ll take a stab at it.” 

he doesn’t understand why bash brought up bad feelings if he doesn’t have them, honestly. it might just have to be chalked up to language differences for seb to let it go, the conversation he had with stella a few days ago ringing in his head where he completely did not understand what she was saying or wanted from him until she literally spelled it out word for word. bash’s words on who he fell for feel pointed, romanticizing a little what their relationship has been, but he doesn’t say anything like that, knowing he does feel quite strongly for rhys. “no, i do. i did not mean to get angry with you.” that angry at least. he wanted to piss bash off, but the guy didn’t have an angry bone in him apparently. he presses his lips together in some semblance of a smile at the attempt of a joke. “we did already knew that.” his mention of the same boat isn’t one that he’s familiar with — he knows bash tried to recouple, but from how he framed it, it hadn’t seemed too serious. maybe he’s wrong, which does prickle at the human side of him, where the guilt lives, and he frowns. “that is their loss.” not really, but he’ll lie for the sake of appearances. he also doesn’t think adela would have treated bash the way he wants to be either, to be fair, if even half of what the bombshell said was true. “it makes sense, i just would rather you tell me that than letting me imagine what but means when i am not under the impression that there was anything wrong there.” make no mistake, he knows, but he’s not going to admit that. at this point, though, he kind of just wants to go find rhys and cool off. picking at bash’s wounds until he snaps in whatever way he does is not nearly as fun as it is with josh or jenny. “you can share your negative feelings, too, without it being cruel. that is all i mean to say.”

“ I UNDERSTAND, ”   dante nods, and he does. it sucks to not be the one chosen, and while that’s somewhat of a very real possibility considering everything going on with him and romi right now, it’s not something he’s letting himself think too deeply about. because if he does, well, he’ll probably feel as bad as bash does right now.   “ but every day is different here, no ?   maybe tomorrow will be more ideal. ”   there’s a confidence in how dante says it that seemingly comes from nowhere.   “ thank you, ”   he smiles at the compliment.   “ mali… was she the one who spoke up last night ?   she was very beautiful, it’s too bad. will you see her when you get out of here ? ”

THERE’S SOMETHING ABOUT BASH’S SINCERITY that always throws josh off. this time, he finds himself touched that bash actually thinks so highly of it. it’s not like he’s spoken to like that often here.   “ yeah, of course, ”   he nods, offering him a slight smile.   “ eh, you can do better than her anyway. but hey, if you’re interested in charlene, you should definitely go for it. i don’t think her and naomi will be together much longer, the way things are going with the two of us. she could use someone that’s going to give her their complete attention, you know ? ”   that way she’ll leave naomi the fuck alone.

BASH DIDN’T ORIGINALLY HAVE THE BEST IMPRESSION of josh, given the whole naomi and jenny situation that he walked into but he’s beginning to look at him in a better light now. he liked people who were honest, even if the truth was hard to hear sometimes. “ really ? you think i can do better than adela ? ” he laughs a bit because adela is absolutely stunning despite what went down between them and he wasn’t sure if he could. he raises his eyebrows when josh talks about him and naomi. “ oh ? you guys are like officially gonna back together, you think ? ” maybe talking to charlene wouldn’t be stepping on any toes, then.  

it’s hard for him to believe bash is being genuine about this, even without any evidence to the contrary in the past. but he would not be only sad about it, and clearly hadn’t been with how he had reacted to rhys initially, after the recoupling. “and yet you are entitled to hard feelings about me,” he returns, throwing the words back in bash’s face, turning his honesty into a weapon when all bash is trying to do is explain himself. he’s purposely misunderstanding him and part of him knows how wrong he is to do that, but the other part doesn’t really care. even still, he forces himself to take a deep breath, because bash is partially right — he did win. he doesn’t need to act like this and, honestly? probably shouldn’t be. the reminder that what he had only just thought seconds before, that bash was also done dirty by nana, sends a brief wave of guilt down him and he rolls his eyes, frustrated with feeling like he should owe bash anything. 

“i am sorry you are sad,” he says slowly, trying to make it sound less disingenuous than he feels after just accusing bash of the same insincerity, trying not to misrepresent or misunderstand him in the way he himself hates. “i just…” he trails off, struggling to find how to put what it is he wants to say. “it didn’t upset me, exactly. that is how the show works, that is what we all sign up for.” if anything, he had been more angry with rhys than with bash, though it obviously hadn’t helped that he had feelings about bash prior, due to the nana situation and his own insecurities. “but it was difficult to feel like a second choice twice, to the same person.” and admitting that leaves a soured expression on his face. “i am not saying all this to make you out to be in the wrong, that is not what i intend. i just mean you do not have to be nice about it.” it’s not like he wants the competition for rhys, he’s thrilled to not have it, but he doesn’t want to be patronized, like he’s done nothing wrong. he knows he wasn’t kind. he does not deserve an apology, and yet people like bash will always say sorry to him despite it. “like with the pineapples, it does not matter. if you want something, you need to just say it.” 

“i might be entitled to them but i’m telling you that i don’t have them.” it felt like they were talking in circles right now. bash was repeating the same thing over and over again and seb just wasn’t believing him. he didn’t really understand what else he could say to get through to him. he had tried being assertive, which is sometimes very hard for him, but even that was met with some sort of pushback from the other. it was like no matter what he said, seb was going to find some sort of problem with it. he really didn’t have any hard feelings towards seb, he had negative feelings towards the situation but he wasn’t going to make that make him be mean to anyone. he didn’t have a mean bone in his body, that’s what everyone always told him too. 

the way he goes about things, still being polite, is so much worse, than if he had sunk to seb’s level, said something at least mean, if not worse, in return. but at least what he does say is still honest, like sebastien had asked for. at least he’s giving him something more than saying it’s fine when it clearly wasn’t. seb doesn’t care about being on good terms with bash, it’s never been something on his radar since he’s only been competition, he’s only ever been the other in seb’s relationships to date, other than with liam. “so then be angry about it,” he returns, setting his own glass back on the counter, to lean forward, frustration bleeding into his words. “be upset. pour l'amour du christ, do not just act like everything is fine and good when you are not happy with me. it is disingenuous, it does neither of us any favors.” and he can speak from experience there, from their discussion at the party — pretending they get along, that they can be friendly, doesn’t help anything but prevent drama for the cameras. “it is not about winning, bash. he is not a prize, and it is not a competition,” he says, like a liar, but at least he’s a good one. will the audience believe him? not a chance in hell, with his past behaviors, but it’s about appearances. “i am acting like this because you would rather pretend you have no issue with it. and it is merde, it is bullshit. if you have bad feelings towards me, i would rather know that than you put on whatever mask you keep on for the cameras. you have done this the entire time.” 

some part of him recognizes that nana’s exit was also, in a very direct way, telling bash he wasn’t worth staying for either. that whatever it was that he thought the two of them had was not real enough for her to stay, it wasn’t just seb hurt there. it’s not like his actions with rhys were out of any type of revenge, and he doesn’t want to even give the impression of that when he’s sure that narrative already exists. so he’ll leave her out of it. “and did you not do the same?” he asks, almost rhetorically. “rhys and i kissed well before the recoupling. twice, even. it was not a secret, and you really did not think i was interested in him? and yet you still went after him. is that not the same?” bash didn’t owe him anything, nor does seb think he did, but he hates the idea that he’ll get painted as if he’s the only one wrong here. as if either of them knew the other’s relationship with rhys. it wasn’t like either kiss of theirs, prior to casa amor, was hidden, though. it was all painfully public. “c'est malhonnête.”

be angry about it. he should be angry about it. he should be furious with seb. but he’s genuinely not angry. maybe there’s a language barrier of some kind but there is a difference in bash’s eyes between being angry and being upset. and he was the latter. it stung, yeah, but he wasn’t the kind to carry around anger with him. even when he had every right to feel angry. and right now? he didn’t really feel the right to feel angry but he did feel the right to feel disappointed. “i’m not angry at you. i’m not angry at all. i’m upset, there’s a difference. i’m disappointed in the way things turned out. i’m disappointed at the situation, not a particular person.” bash doesn’t know how this isn’t obvious. didn’t rhys talk to seb about their talk last night? it all pretty much boiled down to bash not having any hard feelings but still being disappointed. “i’m not being disingenuous. if you make rhys happy, i am genuinely happy about that. but that doesn’t mean i’m not allowed to be...sad.” saying that word sounds unnatural coming from bash. “and just because i’m sad about the situation doesn’t mean i’m gonna be a dick and take it out on you. like i said, i don’t think anyone was in the wrong so i’m not mad at anyone. i meant it when i said no hard feelings but you clearly don’t believe me for whatever reason.”

“ RIGHT, RIGHT, ”   dante nods decisively, because he does know that.   “ they were together while in casa. i’m sorry to hear that, for you. are you okay ? ”   he doesn’t know the whole extent of what bash and rhys had been, and how much he knew about rhys and seb, but considering bash came back alone, dante assumes he must be struggling at least a little.   “ everyone has been really nice, yes, ”   he smiles at the question.   “ i’m very close with all of the other bombshells from my villa, but all the islanders from there too are great. i’m so excited to get to know the rest of you, though. did you make good friends with the bombshells in casa ? ”

“but?” he calls out after him, his annoyance turning into something uglier with the laughter, the thanks in spite of how hard seb pushed his own narrative there. one that any normal person would be quick to correct him on, to not let him determine what the story should be. really, he should know better, he’s got the same type of reaction in anger, in nerves, in most any situation where he feels out of depth, to laugh, maybe add a snide remark to deflect from how he’s feeling. but with bash, laughter feels specifically like a jab, like he knows something more that he’s not sharing. “but what? would it kill you to say something honest for once?” he doesn’t really expect bash to rise to his bait even now, though, even as he says it. which is fine, he can go work out, swim laps, something to get the unexpended energy out. but he almost wishes bash would just give him one real opinion, something ugly for once. 

he ignores whatever it is bash says about not going through the trouble — as if it is more than just adding a different juice/milk combo to the blender cup, anyways. and maybe that’s part of the problem, someone like bash will always try to create less trouble, and sebastien thrives in creating more. he gives a small nod of acknowledgment, turning the blender on to let everything mix together, his own processing of the words no hard feelings growing more bitter as he waits for it to be done. “why should there be hard feelings?” it’s not a phrase he’s as familiar with, but he can gather what it means from the sound of it. he shakes some of the thicker slush into a glas and hands it over, his expression sardonic. “you two were not exclusive.” he almost says something more, meaner, but bites it off before it escapes. “i did not think we were not,” his eyebrows raise. “there was no wrong done.”