The Heart of the Jungle - James McVey - I'm A Celebrity 2018 Fanfic

The Dolls House

James' lips break away from mine. "Sorry John," I apologise, not even at all sorry.

I place a hand on James' neck and bring him to kiss me again. I wouldn't stop kissing him if I didn't have to.

*****

James P.O.V

"James and Emily. You are going on today's Dingo Dollar Challenge. Please get ready to leave camp."

"It's you and me!" Emily exclaims, skipping across the squelching floor from the rain to my side.

"You'll smash it," Harry gives a thumbs up. "Go win us some treats!"

Emma's hair is thrown up in a bun. She's been strutting around camp in her bikini top, and my gosh she looks hot. "You'll be amazing at whatever it is."

I hug my girlfriend goodbye, feeling the bare skin of her chest on my shirt. "Thanks, love."

Emily and I make a swift exit from camp - I can't keep the smile off of my face. "This is gonna be so fun," I spring.

"I know! Hopefully, it's something Christmassy."

Emily and I scale some scarily high bridges to the clearing, finding our Dingo Dollar Challenge. "Here we are."

Emma P.O.V

John and I have the weirdest conversations sometimes.

"So..." John readjusts his seating position. He then gestures to his crotch. "How many Weetabix long is my penis?"

"The phone!"

The sound of the telephone ringing is like a bombing raid. I throw myself up from my seat and prance up the steep hill to the top of the camp.

"Hi, Kev!"

"Celebrities. Emily and James have successfully completed their Dingo Dollar Challenge,"

"Awesome! Isn't that awesome, Kev?"

He's having none of it. "But to bring back the prize, you must answer the following question correctly."

"In a recent survey, what percentage of working women earn more than their male partner? Is it A) 26%, or B) 6%?"

This the type of question that Anne would likely know the answer to. "Maybe 26%?"

"That's still low," Harry nods. "What do you think, Fleur?"

"I mean I think 6% is ridiculous." She nods. "But always go against your gut."

That's what Anne taught us.

After a long discussion, we lock in 6%, and tensely wait for Emily and James' arrival.

"Emma." Fleur gasps. "You walk like a catwalk model?"

I blush. "Really?"

"Yeah. Do us a strut?"

Whilst I'm descending down the hill, I put on my best catwalk run, swaying my hips to the side and flaunting my curves. "I walk like a smurf - I'm not a catwalk model."

"Shut up, you're fabulous," John speaks. "Oh, they're back!"

Emily's face is glum, sickened and drawn thin. "What did you say?"

"We said 6%?"

"Well ..." James bursts through the bushes with a brown cloche of mystical treats. "You were right!"