𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦, 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗔, 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 , 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮
𝟭𝟱 - ❝𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆?❞
❝𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢
𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦?
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳
𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬
𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘸
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘢❞
- 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢, 𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵
a/n ; for SOME REASON, when my story decided to not change and i copy and pasted it over, it decided to get stuck in the middle and not allow me to make anything bold, so it looks funky . also thoughts arent italicised so
YOU FLINCHED AWAKE HEARING THE WHIRRING OF A HELICOPTER HOVERING AHEAD, CIRCLING THE CABINS.
"the fuck?" you groan, rubbing your tired eyes.
leshawna winces, "ugh, okay! that dude is really starting to get on my last nerve!"
heather yawns, "whatever. he just loves ruining our mornings"
you sigh, getting off your bed and stretching.
"beth, lindsay, go warm up the shower for me" heather smirks.
they both stared.
"now! and remember-"
"not too hot this time, i know" beth sighed.
you shake your head,
those poor, poor girls..
QUEUE TO THERE BEING A LONG ASS LINE OF GIRLS WAITING TO USE THE BATHROOM.
like always...
"what's the hold up?" bridgette questioned.
"heather needs her private time" lindsay winced.
"how long's 'queenie' gonna be in there?" leshawna questioned in annoyance, "i got urgent business"
"she could still be a while" beth frowned.
"ugh. that's it. i'm going lumberjacks style" gwen stalked away.
you frowned,
not happening..
the speakers squeaked and you flinched.
"i hope you're ready for the most challenging challenge yet! breakfast in three minutes at the campfire pit"
you groan.
"um, heather?" beth knocks on the door nervously.
"can one of you come in here and lotion my back? it's peeling" heather called, lindsay backed away and beth looked hesitant.
you glanced back and everyone was gone, beth looks down defeated.
you sigh, patting her shoulder, "don't worry about it beth, you go"
you give her a smile. she beams, hugging you and shouting a thanks before trotting off.
you roll up your sleeves and enter.
"beth, make sure to actually do it this time-"
"it's not beth, it's me" you smile at her and she jumps, turning back to you for a moment before snapping her head around.
"fine, well, you have to do it properly"
you nod, "sure thing"
you pump some of the sunburn cream on your hands, rubbing it gently all over her back, taking extra care where she was highly burnt and where looked painful.
she blushed at the tenderness of your touch, crossing her arms in annoyance that her heart beat in the way it did.
once it was all rubbed in, you smiled.
"all done! breakfast is in about two minutes, so you should finish getting ready and get out there so you don't get in trouble" you smile before heading into the bathroom.
after finishing up, you luckily made it just in time to not get in trouble. not that you would anyway. #favouritism.
"are you ready for today's extreme max impact challenge?!" chris waved his hands about, pulling a face and making the challenge seem quite terrifying.
"we.are.readyyy!!" owen cheered, arms up.
leshawna shakes her head.
"incoming!" chris called before pegging a can of chef's canned beans at gwen who was narrowly saved from getting hit in the face by trent.
they both grinned at each other.
"this" he tossed some more, "is breakfast"
you caught some in your hands.
heather's smirk dropped, "no, breakfast is crepes, croissants, even chef's crappy burnt eggs"
"beans, beans, they're good for your heart, the more you eat, the more you-"
get hit in a face with them apparently.
"today's challenge is about survival"
you sighed exasperatedly,
haven't we had enough of those?
"we're going hunting" chris raises a green, fake-looking gun.
you stiffen.
what now?
"now that's more like it" duncan clenched his fist with a grin, owen scooping hordes of beans into his mouth behind him.
"isn't that a paintball gun?" harold questions, admiring the thing in chris' hands.
"why yes, harold. it is" chris points the paintball gun at him, you smirk.
queen chris
you snicker as he shoots harold with it, the boy toppling over.
"so we won't be killing anything?" bridgette asks, arms crossed.
"negatory. this is the first ever 'paintball deer hunt' "
you rose an eyebrow.
"i'll announce the teams once we get into the woods" chris grinned.
"soo.. finish breaky.."
owen burps loudly, you recoil and gag as you spot him sitting beside at least twenty finished cans of beans.
he sighs in happiness, "got any more?"
you toss yours at his head just so he won't bug you.
YOU ALL NOW STOOD, FACING A SELECTION OF PINK AND GREEN PAINTBALL GUNS.
"and now for the team breakdowns. the killer bass hunters are harold, geoff, bridgette locked and loaded with bass blue paint"
bridgette looked apprehensive.
"and using orange paint are the gopher hunters, leshawna, beth, owen, lindsay"
you winced.
owen cheered, "waa-hoooo! this is awesome, man!!"
"you also get these styylin' glasses and wicked camo caps" chris pointed to the orange glasses and camo cap on his head"
you cross your arms,
so i'm a deer? what do we wear?
"the rest of you are now deer. here are your antlers, noses, aand little white tails"
your jaw drops.
chris laughs.
"yeah, right. i'm not wearing that" heather eyed the little outfit with distaste.
"there is no way i'm a deer" duncan says, unimpressed.
chris slams antlers on his head, glasses and nose on his face.
"take these off.. and your team is toast" chris ties the tail on duncan.
you sulk slightly,
this woodland creature vibe makes me miss mr. bear..
owen laughs.
"what are you looking at?" duncan asks in annoyance.
"oh, nothing.. baby" owen grins wickedly, pulling duncan's tail back and letting it go.
"you'd better be a good shot, tubby" duncan threatens.
you adjust the tail on your back, looking down at it.
"gods.. i'm a furry" you mutter, gwen snorts.
20/02/24
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