I was so pleased for Yvette, she was finally out. We waved her goodbye as she walked to meet Ant and Dec for an interview— As for the rest of us, it was beginning to become more of a competition. This jungle is a game. Maybe I should play it.

It dawned on me, how much I wanted to win this.

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"Jess dear, can you grab me my things from over there?" Lady C asked me as I walked past her on my way to my hammock.

"Um— Sure" I nodded, quickly walking over to her bed an collecting her stuff and returning it to her.

This wasn't the first time someone had asked me to do something like this, and I didn't really mind that much, I mean, it wasn't like affecting my life or anything but I kind of felt as if people thought they had advantage over me, just because I was youngest in camp. I mean, being twenty years old and all.

I was just wondering around aimlessly, looking for something to entertain myself when I saw Ferne and George chatting in the creek. I felt my cheeks flush with some kind of emotion.

I felt as if Ferne was trying to challenge me for George or something. I mean, what was her deal?

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"I think Jess should do this trial" Chris pointed to me, as we decided who should leave the camp to complete todays challenge.

"Me too" Tony agreed.

"Yeah but Vicky hasn't done any yet so I think it should be her" Kieron exclaimed.

"I don't mind, if you want to do it" I offered.

"Yeah I'll do it, if you guys like" Vicky shrugged.

A couple of minutes later, we all waved Vicky off as she walked away, off to go and win us stars for tonights meal.

I smoothed down my hair and looked around, scratching my arm and spotting George, sleeping in his hammock.

It probably wasn't the best decision, but he deserved it, given how many times he'd already done it to me.

I crept up to where he was sleeping, being careful not to step on any branches that would make a loud noise.

Momentarily, I looked at his cute sleeping baby face. Aw.

I then jumped into his hammock, making him instantly open his eyes wide and let out a small yell.

I sat back on my heel and covered my mouth with my hands, bursting into giggles.

"Thats not funny!" He laughed as he sat up. "I didn't deserve that" He pouted. In a second, he sprang at me and tickled my sides.

//George's Confession— "That wasn't even funny, I could have died'//

I screamed loudly and squirmed around. "GeoRGE STOP! GEORGE!" I squealed as I gasped for air and tried my best to push him off.

"If I didn't know what you were doing, I'd be worried." I heard Duncan exclaim.

"Its not that it looks like" George laughed in response.

I don't even want to think about what this looked like.

I bit my lip and pushed him off, my cheeks flushing red for the second time this morning.

Vicky arrived back in camp, announcing that she had won all nine stars for our meal tonight.

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I laid on my back, In Jorgie's bed. Her and Duncan had been doing their Dingo Dollar challenge for the last couple of hours.

As if my thoughts had been read, Duncan and Jorgie arrived back in camp, empty handed.

Jorgie wandered over to me and straddled me, with her knees either side of my waist. She hugged me tightly.

"Duncan and I had to saw through a log, for an hour. We didn't even win those marshmallows" She grumbled, her chin resting on my shoulder. "I'm so done with this show, I just can't"

"Aw Jorge, Its alright" I told her has I hugged her back. "We'll be out of here soon" I reassured.

I kissed her cheek and told her to get some rest.

I got changed so that my blue bikini top was underneath my dark blue vest. I walked to the confessional, rolling up my red shorts as I went.

I opened the hut door, and saw George sitting there, his little sad face, the corners of his lips turned down.

"George, are you okay?" I asked the most obvious question there was to ask. I could tell he wasn't okay.

He simply looked down and shook his head. I closed the door behind me and laid down on the small bench, resting my head on his lap.

"You can tell me" I reassured as I looked up at him.

George poared his heart out into the confession, talking about everything as tears streamed down his face. I laid with my legs crossed as he spoke. Looking at him as he rubbed over the plait on the left side of my head with his thumb.

I laid and compared the sizes of our hands as he spoke.

"I feel trapped" He explained. "Theres only so much I can take"

George and I made our way back to camp— George sitting himself down on the throne, me sitting next to him on the small stool.

Our meal arrived in camp, shocking us all with what we had been given.

I rested my head on his shoulder as Ferne cooked our food.

//Jess' Confession— Jess rubbed her forehead. "Crocodile feet? Are you fucking joking me?"//

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"Goodmorning campmates; as usual, the public have been voting for who they would like to keep in camp." Ant explained. "And in no particular order"

"Ferne, It's not you" Dec said. Ferne smiled gleefully.

"Jorgie, It's not you" Ant told us. Jorgie huffed, put smiled at the camera.

"George, It's not you" Dec smiled. George nodded.

"Chris, It might be you" Ant nodded. Chris smiled and nodded acceptingly.

"Duncan, It's not you" Dec said. Duncan gave them a thumbs up.

"Kieron, It's not you" Ant exclaimed. Kieron nodded.

"Sklyar, It's not you" Dec told us. A smile spread across her face.

"Vicky, It's not you" Ant said. Vicky nodded and whispered something to Ferne.

"Lady C, It's not you" Dec nodded. Lady C nodded back.

"Jess, It's not you" Ant smiled. I smiled. Woah— How am I still here? Do the public like me that much?

"Tony, It might be you" Dec exclaimed. Tony sighed.

"And the forth person to leave I'm a Celebrity twenty-fifteen is... Chris"

[A/N: Omg 2k, ily guys so much]