I'm A Celebrity 2019!

~ 09 ~

'Oh god, here we go!' I spot them making their way into camp. 'Morning. Rise and shine, campers.' Ant sings and I almost spit the tea out of my mouth, cracking up as Caitlyn beside me hadn't noticed Ant's little joke. 'Way aye, Maia heard.' He laughs at me and I have to cover my face.

'The public have been voting for the next Bushtucker Trial. This one is called Just Desserts.' Oh god, sounds like a food one already! 'So, in no particular order...

'Andrew, the public have decided... it's not you.'
'Caitlyn.. It's not you.'
'Myles, it isn't you.
'Ian. It's not you.
'Maia, they've decided... it might be you.' My eyes widen, if i was right it was definitely me and I'd be doing it with someone else.

Myles and Jacqueline either side of me squeezed me a little.

'James, it isn't you.'
'Nadine. It's not you.'
'Jacqueline, it's not you.'
'Kate, it's not you.'
'Which means Roman, it might be you.' I turn to Roman, both of us knowing what was about to come.

'Maia and Roman, the public have decided that the person they would like to see face Just Desserts, is...

Both of you.'

I knew it. 'I knew it!' Roman and I deflate, knowing we were in for some awful food. 'So, you guys get yourselves ready and we'll see you st the Bushtucker Trial clearing later on!'

They quickly dash away to finish the last bit of today's show and I groan.

'God sake.' Roman hugs me quickly, everyone around us trying to reassure us that it wasn't going to be too bad.

'Its defo an eating one innit.' I popped myself onto the Bush telegraph bench, Roman nodding. 'Yeah, but I'm so happy we're doing it together.'

I smile, thinking he was being really sentimental. But no.

'Because at least if we fail, it's both of us failing.' I close my eyes, facepalming as I throw my head back laughing.

'I think I'm really nervous for today, they were talking about it down at camp and everyone really wants the food tonight and they were really piling all the pressure on the two of us! I don't know if they'll let us back in unless we get all of them.' I say to Roman as we wind our way towards the Bushtucker Trial clearing.

'Meh, all we can do is our best, screw them.' He jokes and I scoff. 'Alright well if 'our best' is two stars you can be the one to tell the 6ft 7 rugby player. Not me.' He laughs, just as we reach the trial.

'Ooh shitt.' I groan, sitting down at a dinner table opposite Ro.

We were right. God knows what I was about to eat.

'So, this trial is about how much ice cream you can eat.' I bet it's not. 'Great, 10 stars, done.' I laugh. 'Joking.' Knew it.

'This trial is called Just Desserts. And I hope you're hungry, because it is an eating trial.' I see Roman close his eyes. 'There are 10 dishes on offer today.' I blow air out of my cheeks.

'You'll take turns to eat them. Each dish you finish is worth a star, each star is worth a meal for camp.' Dec says and I huff, tying my hair into a half up ponytail to keep it away from my sweaty forehead.

'You can pass on a dish but you can't go back to it, and you can stop your part in the trial by saying I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here but that means you'll forfeit any further stars.' Bile rises in my throat, I feel sick already.