Spring Break Vlog

Chapter 11: You're a Fangirl?!

I make my way back to my room, feeling hyped, although I should probably chill down since my head is still in the faze of lets-just-pretend-something-is-eating-her-brain-out.

I step inside the room, something visibly changed in it. Mine and Connors clothes aren't lying around the room anymore, my makeup is safely secured in my makeup bag, the bed is freshly made, the curtains are lifted up giving the room some life to it. It basically looks even better than the first time we came inside.

"Did you call a maid?" I ask Connor, ignoring the fact that he's the one that's sweeping the floors with a broom.

"Yes, and she told me to clean it up myself," he sarcastically remarks, his main focus still on sweeping the floors.

"Did you move all of our clothes to the closet?" I ask him, noticing the luggages look empty. I lay down on the bed, feeling ready to finally get some proper resting. The bed feels even more comfortable than before. Although I would never admit it to Connor, I think he's a miracle worker.

"Yea, you should thank me."

"Wait, does that mean you went through my underwear including my bras?" I ask, not wanting to know the answer.

"Don't worry, nothing I hadn't seen before," he somewhat calms me down. "Except for your collection of puppies-themed panties." He gives me a quick glance, smirking.

"They were a gift, alright," I defend myself. "Why did you come back here anyways? I thought you were hitting on some girls by now."

He finally stops cleaning and probably rewards himself by taking a shot of vodka. "Didn't feel like it today. And I thought you were probably bored in here, so I knew you wouldn't mind a company of a hot stuff like me."

"Wow, you decided to hang out with me instead of being sexually satisfied. I feel honored, truly." He rolls his eyes, but smiles. "And you cleaned the whole room. What's next? You'll cook for me?"

"You wish. Maybe in another life," he says and takes a sit on the bed. "But probably not."

"Copycat," I tell him, knowing that he faked my joke. I close my eyes momentarily to enjoy the quietness in the room. You start to miss that after spending some time with Anna.

"What do you, own the joke?" he asserts, making small movements and not stopping on siping from the bottle that's almost half empty.

"Yes, I'm like Taylor Swift, I copyright my sayings. Before you use it, you have to check in with me," I let him know as I put my fingers into a shape of a gun and tsk. It's a thing I do when I make a rather hissing sound than a gunshot sound. People who know me for a while, don't even notice it anymore.

"Leave TayTay alone," he says, not even flinching when doing so.

"TayTay? Don't tell me," I yelp, "You're a fangirl?!"

I slip into an unconstrained laughter, but Connor doesn't seem affected by any of it. "Haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate," he sings.

"No effing way! And here I thought you had no emotions that could get attached to someone," I say and continue, "Boy was I clueless."

"You're clueless about a lot of things," he clams giving me a look of I-know-something-you-don't.

"Yea, like what?" I push him into telling me.

"Like about not noticing you're missing something." He gives me a devilish smile and pulls my vlogging camera out of his back pocket.

"You ass! Don't ever touch my camera again," I threaten him and try to snatch it out of his arm, but he holds his grip on it.

I think of the stuff I have on it. Just some pointless video of me filming around the resort. I deleted everything else before I came here, so that I'd have enough space on my memory card.

I always loved vlogging everything I was doing, I just never ended up uploading it, since I thought no one would watch it anyways. So I ended up blogging instead.

Connor laughs at my response. "But first, let me make a video with you." He turns on the camera before I could tell him to stop being ridiculous. "We're going to make a vlog," he claims and starts recording, pointing the camera at us.

"Hi, we're Ronnor, and today we'll be teaching you five ways of kissing," he starts. "Number one, French kissing."

He made up a name for us? Oh, that's rich.

"Not even in your wildest Taylor-Swift dreams," I let him now, still looking into the camera.

"Oh don't worry hunny, I wasn't talking about you," he says, confusing me before I realize what's he talking about. He takes my bunny bear from behind us, and presses his lips onto where the plush-made bunny's mouth is placed. The minute I see a tongue in between that make out session, I take the bunny away from him and make a grossed-out sound.

"You're so discussing! Now my bunny will be traumatized for the rest of his life! Including me!" I yell at Connor, who is now laughing his ass off while still filming, and hide the toy away from him.

"Okay, okay, I won't do that again!" He promises while still cracking up.

He slowly gets himself together and continues on speaking to the camera with occasional chuckles, "Now onto the serious matter. We'll be calling this vlog... Spring break vlog."

"Wow, that's original."

"What, do you have a better idea?" he asks and I stay quiet. "Thought so. Anyhow, what will we be doing today, Rosemary?"

I glare at him in disbelief that he's taking this seriously, but he awaits for my response. "Lets do some prank calling," I suggest.

"First on the list, Lori. Oh, Eddie, she's going to be so mad to hear you've been cheating on her," Connor announces.

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ITS ALMOST 2 AM ON A SCHOOL NIGHT WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE.

i honestly dk

I'll check for the mistakes tomorrow, right now i just need to go sleep ugH

Don't forget to vote my dear friend in crime! *smirks*

But seriously... do so or i'll...

KILL A FEW PEOPLE IN THIS STORY MUAHAHAHAHHA

jk, tbh the most evil thing i have ever done is told a friend to kill a spider rather than doing it myself.

Don't know who was more unfortunate, the friend or the spider...

IM RAMBLING NOW WOW I H8 MYSELF

TTYL