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AMIRA LEANED against the jeep, twisting a lock of hair around her finger while waiting for Jimmy to finish speaking with his camera crew. She tilted her head to the side, a small smile beginning to develop on her lips.

Her eyes graced upon Jimmy, watching him passionately spoke to his team about how he wanted the video to look. It was so surreal to watch Jimmy in his element and see how his mind worked.

"You are seriously in love with him; it's not even funny," a voice deterred Amira out of her daze, Karl's say, to be exact.

Amira rolled her eyes, but a grin broke out. "I am not, shut up," the brunette mused. "And we're still in the 'we'll see how things go' stage."

Karl raised his eyebrows, shaking his head. "Not for long," he sang. Amira shoved him as he laughed, walking away.

Jimmy walked over, joining the girl, as he also leaned against the car. "You ready to lose, Knight?" Jimmy questioned humorously.

Amira smirked, turning her body toward the man. "You sure I'm going to lose, Donaldson? Didn't you say that the first time, and I ended up winning?" She challenged as she placed her hand onto his.

Jimmy looked down at their hands touching, then back to Amira's glistening coffee-colored eyes. He grinned as he yanked his hand away, turning attention to the camera that pointed its way.

Amira scoffed as she shook her head, facing the camera.

Let the challenge begin.

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WITH AN HOUR and a half into the challenge, and Amira's legs were already starting to cramp, but she was determined to win the challenge and beat Jimmy at his own game.

Sat in the driver's seat was Amira, as Jimmy proceeded to lay sprawled across the backseat, with his arms crossed behind his head, leaning against the window.

Even though Jimmy and Amira were teamed together against the boys, they decided to compete against each other. If either Jimmy or Amira leaves the car before the fifty hours are up, they both lose, and the boys win. If Jimmy and Amira both stay in the car for the whole fifty hours, the boys lose.

With losing the challenge, Jimmy and Amira have to get pelted with eggs and vice versa if the boys lose.

In the individual competition between Jimmy and Amira, the winner gets to tweet whatever they want on the loser's Twitter account, and it stays up forever.

"Chris!" Jimmy hollered, continuing to lounge in the backseat.

The man walked over to the window, waiting for his friend to speak. "We want food. So, get us some food," Jimmy ordered, earning a comical glare from Chris.

"Please, Chris. We're hungry," Amira sweetly requested as she battered her eyelashes.

Chris rolled his eyes but chuckled. "Fine. But how are you guys even hungry? You just started."

"Winners deserve to be feasted with food," Amira boasted as she cranked her seatback.

10 HOURS IN...

Amira fiddled with her leftover food from earlier, growing even more bored by the minute. She didn't have her phone, and Jimmy was currently trying to nap.

The boys have tried various tactics to get them to leave, including; playing irritating sounds over the speakers, nonstop talking and attention, and even bribing them with money.

Amira had moved to the trunk over two hours ago, as she found it more comfortable. Jimmy was still in the backseat, finding it most convenient and comfortable for him. She was pretty annoyed at the man, as she's been wanting the backseat for some time now.

She picked up a french fry from her leftover food, aiming it at Jimmy's head before she flung it at him. Jimmy stirred ever-so-slightly but remained asleep.

Amira rolled her eyes, turning her attention to the camera that was beside her. "I hate this man, guys. I don't know how I even went on a date with him," she spoke lightly.

"Because you like me so much," Jimmy mentioned.

Amira sharply turned her body toward him, staring at him in disbelief. "You sack of shit. I thought you were sleeping."

Jimmy sat himself up, flicking the french fry off his chest. "I was until somebody threw a french fry at me," he accused.

The brunette stuck her tongue out to him as the man was left chuckling. Amira skeptically watched as she watched Jimmy grab some more french fries, tossing a handful at her.

Amira scoffed as Jimmy was clenching his stomach from laughter. "You son of a-you're going to get it now," she threatened, grabbing ahold of her small tub of various fruits.

"Get what?" Jimmy smirked. Amira groaned at his suggestive thought he was thinking of.

She started to toss the cubes of fruits at the millionare, one by one. Jimmy used his hands as a shield, his eyes darted around the car, trying to find other foods. He spotted some chicken nuggets in the front of the car, leaning over to grab them.

He chucked them at her as Amira continued to throw the cubed fruits.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" Chandler's voice broke the two young adults from their food fight.

"Nothing," Jimmy and Amira innocently said at the same time.

They looked at each other before busting out into a fit of giggles. Even though they were covered in food and already beginning to feel exhausted, they were happy they were doing the challenge together.

30 HOURS IN...

A full day had gone by, and Amira started to find herself becoming a little bit delirious. She had only slept for at most, three hours, and her body was beginning to become stiff and numb from the pain.

Only twenty more hours, Amira thought to herself, trying to push herself to the finish line.

"Jimmy, I believe in us," Amira expressed, leaning her body against his side.

Amira had shifted her position from the trunk to the backseat as she and Jimmy decided to share the backseat. Jimmy sat straight up in one seat, as Amira had lounged her body up against the side of Jimmy's body, with her legs crossed together.

It wasn't the most comfortable position for either of them, but at this point, the whole car itself was losing comfortability.

"We can do it together because we're all in this together," Jimmy said, as he started humming High School Musical's 'We're All In This Together.'

In a sudden burst of energy, Amira started screaming out the lyrics to Smash Mouth's 'All-Star.' "Hey now, you're an all-star, get your game, go play!" The brunette shrilled.

"Hey now, you're a rock star, get the show on, get paid," Jimmy shrieked, joining in.

The camera panned to Chris, Karl, and Chandler, who looked slightly concerned but also very perplexed. "They're slowly losing their sanity," Karl stated, "and I'm getting scared for them."

"If Jimmy dies from being sleep deprived, does this mean we get his channel?" Chandler pondered out loud.

48 HOURS IN...

With only two hours left, Jimmy and Amira were very confident that they were going to win. The boys were starting to get apprehensive and only had very little time to get them out.

They knew they weren't going to get Jimmy out, but Amira was a completely different story. One person might be able to get Amira out of the car, so the boys brought him to North Carolina-Amira's best friend, Owen.

"Amira!" Chris exclaimed as he leaned against the right side of the car.

Amira leaned out the window, raising her eyebrows in question. "Yes, Chris?"

Chris smirked, rubbing his hands together. "We know we can't get Jimmy out, but we have a secret weapon that can get you out."

The YouTuber frowned in confusion, glancing at Jimmy, who shrugged. "Uh, what is that?"

Chris yelled for someone to come in, as Amira was filled with confusion. There stood her long, blond-haired best friend, with a sassy attitude.

"Owen, you idiot. You're the secret weapon?" Amira questioned in disbelief.

Owen grinned. "Not happy to see me, Knight?"

Amira smirked, cocking her head to the side. "Not until the timer hits fifty hours, you nerd."

"Well, I tried," Owen declared, throwing his hands in the air in surrender.

"Nice try, you little shits! I'm-"

"We!" Jimmy interrupted.

Amira glared at him but shook her head in amusement. "We," she emphasized, earning a nod from Jimmy. "We are going to win this shit!" She insisted.

50 HOURS IN...

Both grinned like two Chesire Cats, watching the countdown timer hit zero in all rows. The ringing alarm went off, signaling it has been fifty hours and the challenge was over.

Shouts of excitement came from the car, rejoicing their win. The boys screamed out in distress and disappointment, knowing they will have to be pelted with eggs.

"Shall we exit the car, Amira?" Jimmy asked as he held out his hand for her to take.

Amira grinned. "We shall, Jimmy." She grabbed onto his hand as he helped her out of the car.

"We won the challenge; the boys lost. Now, we get to throw eggs at them," Jimmy confirmed, speaking directly into the camera; as the camera panned to the next frame.

Amira stood outside the MrBeast warehouse with a carton of eggs in her hands. Karl, Chandler, and Chris stood in front of the wall, with their backs facing them.

"Ready to get yoked on, you losers?" Amira asked, a sinister tone captivating her voice.

"Just do it!" Chandler shouted, wanting it to be over.

Jimmy and Amira counted down from three, and on go, they began launching the eggs at the three men. They screeched out in pain as the eggs collided with their skin.

By the end of it, all three were coated in yok and white eggshells.

"And that's it for the video, thanks for watching. And remember, the couple that wins together stays together."

"Wait, what?"

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