Only You(Tube) // A Joe Sugg FanFiction [EDITING]

Chapter 68: Filming

Something squeezes at my sides, making me jerk up and groan with tiredness after being startled awake by what I'm assuming to be Joe. I hear a soft laughter in my ear and groan again, slapping his hands from my waist. 'Joe, let me sleep.' I complain, pulling my pillow into my chest and resting my head on it. 'We need to get up, babe.' Joe whispers softly. I shake my head,
'I'm not getting up.'

'Okay, fine.' I relax a little. 'I'll just have to tickle you, then.' Joe squeezes my sides and tickles them until I nearly roll off the bed in laughter. 'Okay I'm up!' I surrender, holding my hands up. Joe sits up and gets out of bed whilst I check my diary which is on my bedside table. Convenient. Me and Zoë are filming today.

We're doing a challenge video in which we stand on the patio outside and the boys stand in the bathroom above the spot. We have to answer questions which are probably going to be really hard and if we get them wrong, we get freezing cold water dumped on our heads by the boys in the upstairs bathroom. It should be quite fun but I know it's going to be horrible at the same time. I don't think there is any point in getting properly ready. I throw on a black swimming costume and sneakily grab one of Joe's white t-shirts when he's not looking, so I don't have to ruin one of my tops. I pull my hair back into a ponytail and then I plop down the stairs to find Zoë in the living room with Alfie. We've agreed that the buckets aren't going to be massive, quite small, but enough to drench us.

Me and Zoë set my camera up well away from the area where we are standing so it won't get splashed. I start with my intro, 'Hello, Little Secrets! Today I'm joined with Zoë Sugg, who I'm sure you'll all know by now. Today we're going to do a challenge where we answer questions and if we get them wrong we're going to get a bucket of cold water dumped over our heads a—' I'm cut off, I scream. Zoë laughs. Joe and Alfie laugh. I try to act like I'm not annoyed as I stare at the cold water running off my skin and hair and clothes. 'Joke's on you, Joe. This is your top.' I mutter quietly.

'First question!' Alfie shouts to Zoë.
'Okay.' Zoë replies. I can tell she is getting ready for a shock. We both know how difficult the questions are going to be to answer. 'Okay. The extinct Elephant Bird was native to which Island?' Alfie asks Zoë. I know this one. I studied it in biology. I went on a trip there for a month with school and we got told more about it then. Zoë clearly doesn't know. 'Um, Jamaica?' There's a fall of water and a crash on Zoë's head. She screams and hops up and down. 'Freezing, isn't it?' I manage to say through giggles. Zo nods. 'Estelle, do you know it?' Alfie asks.
'Whey, of course I do! It's Madagascar.'
'Um, yeah.' Alfie sounds kind of surprised that I know this. This might be easier than I thought.

'Harries?' Joe asks.
'Suggy?' I reply.
'In mythology, the fountain Aganippe was scared to who?' Joe asks me. What? How am I supposed to know that? I'm going to make a guess with a Greek Goddess, y'know? Greek mythology? Okay. 'Um . . . Athena?' Crash. Scream. Laughs. 'Whey, what kind of a question was that?'
'It was The Muses.'
'Because you totally would of got that.' I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes at Joe. He just laughs at me. I stick my middle finger up at him and he pretends to be offended and sticks his tongue out at me.

Next is Zoë. We're getting five questions each. 'Bougainville is part of which Island group?' Zoë just shakes her head.
'No clue.' She answers. The water is poured on her as we laugh. 'That time was worse!' She exclaims, teeth chattering despite the boiling heat of the sun.
'The answer was the Solomon Islands.'
'Oh, of course!' Zo claps a hand to her forehead in frustration. She hops up and down on the spot and shakes around, squealing in an angry manner. 'Y'okay there, Zo?' I ask, giggling. Zo nods, laughing. I get ready for my question.

'Slivovitz is made from which fruit?' Joe asks. How the hell am I supposed to know that? 'Um, star fruit?' I sound so unsure.
'Oh my God, yeah.' Joe says.
'What, really?' Just as I look up in disbelief, I see the water falling towards me. After it lands on my head I scream and look up at Joe who is creased. 'Wrong! It's plums.' Joe manages through laughter.
'Suggy! I'm gonna kill you!' I shout, shaking my head and squeezing my hair to get rid of some of the water from it.

So of course, quite naturally, this game continues in the same manner. Neither me nor Zoë get any questions right. It's quite depressing, actually. Especially with Joe and Alfie laughing. 'Oh, y'think it's funny, d'ya, mate? Whey you gan darn 'ere an' I'll show ya a'reet.' I am getting so pissed off at Joe and Alfie. Joe shrugs and him and Alfie are downstairs quickly. Me and Zoë check the camera is still rolling and when we see it is, we head inside. I get the two largest buckets in the house, filling them a quarter full with ice. We bring them upstairs and fill the two to the brim with freezing cold water. Me and Zoë have to lift them together onto the windowsill because they are so heavy. I open the window wider, deciding on doing Joe first.

'Ready, Joe?'
'Nope!' He almost squeals. I laugh wickedly.
'One, two, two and a half, two and three qua-'
'Do it, for fuck's sake!' He screams up at me in suspense. Me and Zoë laugh. I wait another five seconds before pouring the contents out of the window, straight onto Joe's head. 'Ahhhgghhh!' He screams, hopping about. Alfie's laughing until Zoë pours the water over his head when he isn't expecting it. 'Oh my God . . .' He says slowly. Me and Zo can hardly breath from laughing so much. We put our hands into the buckets and throw the excess ice from the window, where it lands on the patio with a light crash.

The boys seem to go somewhere as we can no longer hear them. Within seconds of me thinking this, they come crashing through the door. Me and Zoë scoot past them and into my bedroom, shutting the door, backs against it, giggling. After ten minutes we open it and the boys are just waiting there. Joe tickles me, Alfie wrestles Zoë. It takes over fifteen minutes to get them to stop and by this point I'm getting a little annoyed, not going to lie. Well, at least filming has been fun today.