*(y/n)'s POV:*
The bus door creeks open and a creepy old guy with a hook quickly says,
"The bus is here"
I step onto the first step of the bus as I look back at my mom waving towards me.
"BYE SWEETIE!!! I LOVE YOU. HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD SUMMER!!!" She excitedly exclaims.
Whether she was excited for me or excited I was leaving...I don't know.
"Bye Mom! See ya later! Love you too!" I respond, trying to sound excited. I wave as I turn back, walking up the stairs of bus until the bus driver forces a yellow shirt into my chest.
"Mandatory" he speedily informs me. I take the shirt and pull it on over my polo shirt and make sure the collar hangs out. I look towards the end of the bus and start taking a seat smack dab in the middle. I look to the right of me out the window to see my mother smoking another goddamn cigarette as she waves at me. The door shuts and I wave back as the bus lurches forward. As I see my mom leave my view, I face forward, flicking my middle finger behind me in the direction of my mother.
"Fucking bitch..." I mutter loudly but quietly enough so the murder-y looking bus driver doesn't hear me.
She fucking knows I'm not an outdoors person. Let's hope music "camp" is more of a resort rather than a camp. No one else is on the bus except for...I'm trying to find something that doesn't sound mean but the bus driver who looks like a complete and total psychopath. I would really like to just rant to someone right now but I am NOT going anywhere near that old dude.
To get more comfortable for what looks to be a long ride to camp (or what I'm probably gonna call it...hell) I lay on the seat, my back against the wall of the bus and my head resting on the window, as the bumpy roads hurt my head. I look across to the seat with all my stuff which I'm surprised I was allowed to bring. I was able to take my YAMADA keyboard and my family's Little Martin LX1E Acoustic guitar. The huge flat box that had my keyboard in it was on the back of my backpack, and my guitar strapped on the back of the box. My backpack was filled with extra pairs of underwear, socks, shorts, and a couple extras of the same black polo shirt I'm wearing right now.
I yawned since I was so exhausted from all the stressing out I was doing packing and debating with my loving yet somewhat hellish mother. I close my eyes, the shaking windows now lulling me to sleep.
Right as I finally become comfortable enough to take a nap, the bus halts to a violent stop. I am flung forward out my seat, now laying of the floor rather than the leather I was TRYING to sleep on.
I get up and look out over the side of my seat.
"WHAT THE HELL, MAN!?" I yell in shock, annoyed my much needed and well deserved nap was interrupted.
The bus driver hastily grumbles something that I can barely hear. I think it was something along the lines of "line of ducks".
As I sweep anything that probably got stuck to the back of my new yellow shirt, I lay back down and hope to whoever fucking hates me in the world that it doesn't happen again.
I start to fall back asleep as I only have one nagging thought in my mind. With my selfish mother making me go to a camp, and stressing about everything the last few days as well as the minor inconvenience of getting launched out the bus seat, I can only think...
Today...officially sucks.
END OF CHAPTER 1
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NOPE, NOPE, NOPE (Max x Male Reader)
Fanfiction⚠️CW: swearing...like a lot⚠️ Hi hi! This is my first fanfic about you being a new camper and Max having a bi disaster over you. His reaction is basically "GOD. NO. WHY." Also...this is just mostly wholesomeness WITHOUT anything sexual...ya creeps. ...
