Joel Dommett - Jungle Love (I'm A Celebrity Fanfiction)

"Like, a date?"

Sorry guys! This is quite a lengthy chapter!

Connie P.O.V

"Hey sleepyhead, wake up." I hear someone whisper.

I open my eyes slowly to the night sky.

"Hey Carol." I say as she comes and sits on the floor next to my hammock.

"How long was I asleep?" I ask.

"An hour." Carol says to me.

"Joel's back from the trial. It's dinner soon." She tells me. "I think Joel wanted to talk to you."

I see Joel come up the steps so I sit up in my hammock, trying not to rock it to much. If I tip, I wouldn't have enough energy to get myself up.

"Hey Connie." Joel says coming up to me and stroking my hand. "Tired." He questions. I nod.

"I'll leave you guys to chat." Carol says as she stands up and walks down the stairs to talk to Scarlett, Sam and Lisa.

"So how did you do?" I ask as enthusiastically as I can.

"Guess." He tells me.

"10 stars?" I guess.

"Correct miss Richards! You have passed the test." Joel smiles.

"Oh Joel that's incredible. Well done." I say giving him a hug.

"You just love hugs don't you?" Joel says to me as he pulls away.

"So what did you have to do then?" I ask. He explains about the massive crucifix structure, having to climb up and set off the flares.

"Were you scared." I ask.

"Pfft, no." Joel jokes. I just give him that look that says 'you were scared' and he just smiles.

"Everyone's attention please!" Scarlett shouts. "Can Connie and Jordan please get ready to leave camp for a dingo dollar challenge. If they complete the challenge and you all get the question correct, then you will all earn a small tasty treat!"

"Come on you two! You got this." Adam says as he jumps up from the campfire. I stand reluctantly and go and see Jordan.

"You ready mate?" I ask.

"Yeah, lets go shall we." He tells me.

Everyone shouts goodbye to us as Sam comes and gives me a hug.

"Your gonna smash this!" Sam exclaims as me and Jordan leave camp.

We are given checkered outfits to wear, co-ordinating of a multi coloured hat, blouse and shorts.

"I love my outfit!" I joke to him.

"I feel like a table cloth." Jordan comments as his analogy makes me burst into laughter.

We get to the clearing to find lots of mini golfing holes scattered around with windmills and pendulums and tiny flags.

Jordan lifts the laminate off the post and starts to read it aloud.

"It's simple to achieve your goal, just put you ball into every hole, but this game of golf is not stroll in the park, a par or less is your bench mark."

"So what's our par then?" Jordan questions as I walk around to the other side of the holes. There is a massive board showing our pars for every hole and we have to beat a par of 32 to win.