Lisa and I settle into the bottom compartment, hands ready at the base of the tube above us for whatever comes shooting down. Larry is passing to Lisa and Joel is passing to me. We have a system, every time he sends shit down the tube he'll warn me else I'll end up being smothered in jungle crap. Which doesn't sound joyful at all.
The klaxon sounds and everyone waits eagerly to begin.
"There's nothing coming out!" Joel shouts after about twenty seconds of sitting on the edges of our stools, and as if on cue, he screams, as does Larry, Ola and Wayne who are also on the top floor passing to Jordan and Adam. It's begun.
"BOMBS AWAY CALLA!" Joel screams as a huge amount of slimy mealworms crawl into my hands and slip onto my thighs, I squirm and feel my breath getting short. No. Go away anxiety! Not now! I block out my anxious thoughts and thrust the mealworms into the tube at my feet, followed by Lisa, and so on.
Joel's warnings get shorter and more rapid, eventually he ends up cursing every time he shoves the insects down the tube, "SHIT!" He yelps, the cockroaches crawling into my hair.
"Warn me next time!" I shout upwards.
"I did!"
"Yelling 'SHIT' is not a warning!" I argue, my hands full of maggots.
"Fine, what about 'FUCK!'?" Joel continues to pass the grotesque creatures down the tube, half end up falling into my lap.
"JOEL!" I yell as a warning. He laughs in response.
I can hear Adam yelling out in the compartment next to ours and hear Jordan telling Ola to warn him when the insects are falling down. "Warn me next time Ola!" as a mass of worms slither down his arms.
Lisa and Larry make a good team, neither or them speak, it's almost as if they are telepathically linked. Lisa is as clean as when she came into the challenge, unlike me, who is smothered in sand and mud along with a shit ton of jungle critters.
Another load of mealworms land onto my lap.
"JOEL!" I shout out again, picking up the pesky pests and ploughing them precariously into the pipe.
"Sorry!" Joel apologies.
Our system is back on track, he warns me, I collect, shove them into the tube, he warns me, I collect, shove them into the tube, he warns me- and so on. You get the picture.
"AAAHHH!" Wayne screams from above Adam and Jordan. "These bite!" His scream is followed by Joel's and Ola's. Larry stays quiet.
"The ants bite Calla!" Joel warns before passing down a load of twigs which are infested with ants, which sure enough, bite like hell.
I clench my jaw and plough through the pain amidst the screams (mainly from Adam), pass the twigs, put them through, pass the twigs, put them through.
And then the klaxon sounds, signalling the end to the brutal challenge.
"That wasn't so bad!" Lisa chirps, picking a single cockroach off of her shoulder, me on the other hand is covered in crap. Goddamn Joel.
We clamber out of the claustrophobic compartments and gather round the two tanned presenters. Lisa takes my hand in hers and squeezes it tight.
"We can reveal the team who collected the most are," Lisa's grip gets firmer, "the yellow team!" Ant causes an uproar in the yellow team who scream and shout. I don't mind though, it was a hard challenge, they did a good job and to be honest, we weren't so bad either.
"That's a shame, but it was fun right?" Joel slings an arm around my shoulders.
"Are you joking mate? Look at me." I state, showing him the bugs crawling over my skin, the mass of insects tucked away in my hair. Joel leans over and flicks off a cockroach from my arm.
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Camping ~ a Joel Dommett FanFiction
Fanfiction*SET DURING I'M A CELEBRITY AND AFTERWARDS* Calla Thomas wasn't expecting to be asked to join eleven other celebrities in the jungle, but despite her worries, she accepted, and it may have been the best decision of her life... This is completed and...
