───── NEVER DID YOU ever think that you would be a big enough influencer to make it onto a Netflix show — but here you are, on Inside. A show where you’re not allowed outside communication for an entire week and you’re sharing a home with nine other social media creators. Oh, and there’s a prize pool of one million pounds, but you gradually lose money due to purchasing things from the shop or losing it during challenges. Whatever’s remaining of the £1 million will be shared equally between the winners — which means a person gets voted off each day.

It had been tough, and being away from your famiy and friends for a while was beginning to get to you, but thank the Sidemen for putting your best friend and love of your life (no matter how much you tried to deny it) George Clarke in there with you.

He genuinely made the experience that much more bearable and you found yourself curling up to him on the sofa every time things got a little draining or you got a little overstimulated.

He was sat on the couch in the living room and you were sat, leaning your back against his side and his arm rested over one shoulder, his hand splayed across your chest.

An argument was currently breaking out between Whitney and the rest of the group as her friend — Mandi — had been voted out.

“We’re not gonna act like Mandi was Dylan—“ She said.

“What the fuck does that mean?” George spoke up, frowning at her choice of words, “That’s mean.”

“It’s not a mean thing to say.” Whitney shook her head.

“Yes it is. What do you mean ‘we’re not gonna act like Mandi was a Dylan’?”

“Let me clear this narrative before you run this mean girl narrative—“

You cut her off, sick of her attitude, “No one’s running a ‘mean girl narrative’, you’re just making yourself out to be a right bitch—“

The Insiders all sucked in a sharp breath and Whitney glared at you.

“I’m really not starting with you because I tried to be your friend—“ Whitney waved her hand around.

“Yeah, and now I’m defending someone who was kicked out and can’t defend himself.” You scoffed. “You’re just saying mean things coz your mad Mandi is gone—“

“Honestly, {{user}} go suck George off or something, you practically dick ride him all day anyway.” Whitney rolled her eyes and everyone went silent.

George sat up straight, “Don’t talk to her like that.”