2015 // I'm a Celebrity, get me out of here!

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And before you say something, nothing happened between George and I last night. We just fell asleep, him holding me closer to him than I thought he would.

It was odd, I could feel his heartbeat and his breath on my forehead.

I woke up, with my phone vibrating up a storm on my bedside table.

George was asleep, his face peaceful and calm. I looked at him for a moment, quickly realising how creepy I was being.

I turned over, grabbing and unlocking my phone after taking it off charge. I wiggled out of his grip and sat up, brushing some hair out of his face and looking at him for a second before folding my legs.

Oh my fucking god, Jorgie are you kidding me? Are you actually joking?

George rolled over and grabbed one of my legs, cuddling it like a baby. Aw.

Last night, she had posted a picture of George and I, in my bed. Cringe. She must have snuck in and taken it after I had fallen asleep.

I tweeted her back quickly, even though thousands of people had already seen, favourited and retweeted it since last night.

@JessieLeigh: Stalker ;))) @Jorgie_Porter

I then took a picture of George, and attaching it to a tweet. Now, most people are unaware or how terrible I am at thinking up captions for pictures on Twitter and especially Instagram.

I sat there for a minute, resting my phone on my lap and staring into space.

@JessieLeigh: George of the jungle🐒 @Georgeshelley

I laughed at a couple of comments, praise ones and hate ones, even though the hates ones always brought me down a bit. I mean, they always had.

'She's a slut'

'Ew, whore. Why is she even hanging out with him? She's fugly af damn'

I gritted my teeth for a second and quickly relaxed, turning off my phone and shaking George gently to wake him up.

"You stayed her for longer than a little while" I giggled as I rubbed my eyes.

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"I saw that thing on Twitter" Skylar whispered as she elbowed me. We were sitting at breakfast, Lady C who was sitting with Chris, was sitting all the way over on the other side of thw room.

"You haven't even got a ship name yet" She gasped. "Hmm. You don't have a very obvious one. Maybe I could mix your surnames, but you'll probably have the same one soon" She winked.

"Hey!" I laughed. "Thanks not even funny" I told her, a smile still on my face.

"Georssie" She giggled as she cut up some toast.

"Oh god, that is the worst ship name ever" I rolled my eyes and put one of my hands to my forehead. I smoothed down my hair and looked at her.

"I'll work on it" She laughed. "It's better than Vuncan though"

"Vuncan?" I burst out laughing.

"Yeah, Vicky and Duncan" She told me. "Duncan the jungle sort"

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We spent the whole day chilling by the pool, and mostly just having interviews from various different people.

[A/N: Woah, It's so odd, I can remember when I was writing this book on my notepad app, contemplating whether to publish it or not; and now I have 7k reads. 7K! I cant explain my emotions right now. I'm actually really happy with how I've written this book; and I've had an idea for some upcoming chapters, so they'll be coming soon, ily xx]