#ft. hazel

“What isn’t there to like about Hazel? She’s cute, she’s bubbly, she’s cool, and she sang to the bees! I know it doesn’t sound like too big of a deal, but that was so cute and she just did it and I know it was because she thought it was a requirement first, but even then not a lot of people would - I mean I tried convincing Emre for months now -, and then once she realized it wasn’t a requirement, she still sang to them. It’s just sweet. She’s sweet.” A pause. “Why are you asking exactly?”

@hazelbeaufort

cleo remembered scoffing upon being told by the producers that this video diary she had to film wasn’t going to be shown to anyone. bullshit. everyone knew how these reality shows went - anything and everything filmed and said after signing the contract could and would be seen by anyone. and anyone who naively thought otherwise was, in her opinion, an idiot and probably deserved getting screwed over by some reality tv producers who were thirsty for views. she, on the other hand, was far from an idiot. so answering these questions as honest as possible like they’d asked? well, cleo was never particularly one to hold back, even knowing others would see her video. with the exception of maybe one question...

deciding to film her video on her drive to work, she propped her phone up on the dash, then pressed record. “hey, it’s cleo. i’ve been asked to do a quick Q&A before the show starts filming. and honestly, if i wasn’t being paid to do this, i would’ve said no. but here we are, so let’s get a little up close and personal, shall we?” wiggling her brows playfully, she smirked at the camera before her eyes returned to the road. “so, first question - do you see a future with marco?” she recited the question from memory, followed by a short laugh. “god, they’re really just going right for it, aren’t they?” referring to the producers. it was a question she ( and maybe even marco ) had been avoiding for quite a while and the fact that she had to answer it now for a reality show was definitely not how she’d planned to address it.

coming to a stop at a red light, she looked into the camera as she answered, “the short answer is yes, i do. we’ve been in each other’s lives for so long now, it’d almost be... weird to not have him there. but whether or not we’ll still be together is a different story. that’s probably not what the producers were looking for, but it’s a fucking loaded question, alright? all i know is marco and i will... probably always be a part of each other’s lives somehow and i’ll always -,” splat! letting out a string of curse words as her phone fell off the dash when she accelerated too hard, cleo quickly repositioned the device before focusing on the road again. 

“anyways, second question was something about whether or not i’ve cheated on anyone before.” taking a pause as she pretended to mull over her answer, she hummed, “hmm... no, i haven’t had to be that spiteful yet. but who the fuck knows? marco can be a real dick sometimes.” she knew the producers were going to eat that shit up, but that’s what this was all about, right? whatever it took to get those views? and it was views that brought in the paycheques. “you know how the saying goes - cheat or be cheated on,” she added jokingly, as she winked at the camera.

“next question was um... do you plan on leaving big bear as well as the sloth once you get your trust fund back?” drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, cleo again contemplated her answer, only for real this time. it was never a simple yes or no, was it? “there’s more to it than the trust fund thing, but ultimately, yes i do. my home is in new york, my life is in new york. c’mon, does anyone actually want to spend the rest of their life in middle-of-nowhere big bear?” glancing out the side window before she focused in front of her again, she added, “but i’ll always come back to visit. not to sound like a sappy sentimental bitch, but big bear’s kind of become my second home. so... ya. there’s that.” 

“shit, okay, finally a good question. who is the one person you would kick out from the sloth? ya fucking right - only one?? you might as well ask me who i wouldn’t kick out,” she laughed to herself. “ya, fuck that. let me break it down for you. there’s dory, who’s got some holier-than-thou stick up her ass. we hooked up once in high school, but honestly, half the time, i forget that even happened because that’s how below average that whole experience was.” with two fingers held up, cleo pointed out the second person. “next, the blonde with the creepy furby obsession. hannah? helena? hayley? who the fuck knows. you guys don’t need to know because if someone was actually going to get voted off, she’d be first in a heartbeat.” with a third finger pointed up, she continued, “charlotte. fucking charlotte. where do i even begin? okay, listen. no one is ever that fucking nice out of the kindness of their heart. it’s fake as hell and honestly, she’s probably secretly a psychopath. i’m pretty sure she was obsessed with jason at one point. maybe she still is.” 

“riley would be on this list too if he wasn’t so great at giving massages. so i suppose he’s fine, for now,” she added, bringing down her hand. parking the car, cleo paused, then continued, “you know what? i’m gonna add marco to that list too, but you may just have to watch the show to find out why.” holding up the camera in front of her now, cleo flashed a smile. “and that about wraps it up. if you wanna watch yours truly and a bunch of idiots hanging out in the bahamas, then make sure you check out mtv’s sloth in paradise!”

aylie turned her head to the producer in the car with her on the way to the airport. leave it to her to film what they asked of her at the last minute possible . “hello world, it’s me, ayls and as you all know, i am going to be on a bloody reality show. no, my dad will not be making an appearance, hate to be the barer of bad news. promise this is going to be one hell of a show, though.” the brunette says with a wink. she knows how to work a camera and if this is the start of getting her views, she’ll take it. so she has every intention of answering the questions as if no one will ever see them. “producers asked me to make a video diary slash vlog to answer a few questions before we head off, so here we go.”

aylie: HAZE

aylie: HAZEL

aylie: HAZEL GRACE

aylie: where are you and why are we trapped inside like this is an escape room

today was not cleo’s day. though it was probably safe to say it wasn’t her week, maybe even month, either. but today in particular, she seemed to have gotten the shift from hell. her break couldn’t have come soon enough. she was certain she was about two cheesy pickup lines away from replacing the pub’s vodka supply with bleach. stepping out of the avalanche pub, the brunette crossed the lobby to get to the bistro. one, to get a bite to eat and two, to hopefully catch kieran feeling just as miserable ( if not more ) as she felt. looking around the bustling lobby, the girl almost did a double-take as she spotted a familiar blonde headed in her direction. glancing down at her uniform, cleo cursed under her breath, because the last thing she needed right now was for hazel to see her like this. after all the snide remarks she’d made over the years about the other working at the resort? ya, not a chance in hell. spotting the giant decorative planter nearby, she cursed again, knowing what she had to do. and so, quickly ducking behind the decorative piece, brown hues peaked through the leaves, as she silently waited for hazel to pass.

“you had no right!” aylie shouted as she entered the room, not bothering at all to check if anyone else was in the near vicinity. since she had seen the upload, it was as if the entire world had turned red and she had no thoughts of anything else. “those were private, hazel! all of them! you are the only one who knew how fucked i was after marco and you had no right to share these for the entire fucking world to see!” was she crying? if she was, they were tears of pure anger. “what the hell were you thinking?”