Camp Crack House

1. WHO LET THIS BITCH IN?

I'm sitting in the back of the car blasting Lady Gaga because she's a fucking Icon. I'm heading somewhere, don't know where. My mom told me to just pack my necessities and a week's worth of clothes and get in the car.

So that's what I did.

I threw my jeans and cargos and a couple cute tops along with some jewelry into my luggage because I ain't about to be underdressed wherever we goin.

and of course like a toothbrush and shit but that's boring.

"HEY" hollers my mom

"whAT?" I reply sweetly

"this is the 1234090092384775778320 time I've called your name we're almost there." she yells at me

"mkay" back to Lady Gaga

idk where the hell we're going tho because there are trees everywhere and I swear I just saw a weird creature walking through the forest.

a buncha cop cars with dogs are all over the road, dunno why. while stopped at a stop sign, I can hear a bit of their boring ass chattering.

Something about cult activity and a drug lab operation?

I'm listening to heavy metal lover and feeling like a bad bitch when suddenly my mom swerves the car into the forest.

"OH MY GOD, MOM!!" I screech with my still-aesthetically-pleasing-even-when-breaking-the-sound-barrier voice

I take a second to gather myself, that was SO SCARY. I finally find my words after wiping the beautiful sparkling tears from my eyes

"I COULD HAVE DROPPED MY PHONE OUT OF THE WINDOW AND THEN HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CREATE HOT GIRL SCENARIOS IN MY HEAD WITHOUT THE TIKTOK EDIT MUSIC??"

I couldn't get a response before my mom slammed the breaks causing the car to roll 4 times before coming to a stop perfectly upright and intact next to a few other cars. Well, the hood was smoking a little bit and like one of the doors was somehow gone but other than that it was fine.

"we're hereeeee" says mother

We stop in front of a small wooden shack if you could even call it that.

There were random burn marks all over the exterior and for some reason an extremely posh armchair stuck in the chimney

you could see maggots eating away at the mushy rotten parts of the wood.

there was a sloppily hammered sign on the building that read "CAMP" 

right below it somebody had spray painted the words "crack house" so it looked like it said "CAMP CRACK HOUSE"

"oh. my. lord." I stutter

I draw my eyes slowly over the building one more time before letting out A CUTE LITTLE SQUEAL OF DELIGHT

"ooOOOOH MY GODDDDD ITS SO VINTAGE AND COQUETTE IT'S GIVING COTTAGECORE"

"I knew you'd lOVE it" says mommy "anyways, have fun"

and with that, she drops my baggage on the ground, hops in somebody else's (more intact) car and drives away. 

Before I can enter the adorable little cottage, a loud boom sounded from inside and suddenly the door was flung open

Neon green smoke pours out of the open doorway, and from amidst the smoke an older-lookin teenager appears.

He was tall and a bit shabby looking with messed up hair and bags under his eyes. He was wearing an oversized T-shirt with the word "cownsler" written in sharpie on it and simple cargo pants.

When he finally stops coughing he looks straight at me

It was like one of those moments from an insert reader Wattpad fanfic. He looked deep into my beautiful eyes, I looked back into his weirdly red but still gorgeous orbs.

If I was in a fanfic, I'd definitely be the hot Y/N that everyone wants.

After a couple more seconds of staring at each other, he finally opens his mouth to speak

"WHO LET THIS BITCH IN?"

oh yeah, he's definitely into me.

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A/N:

I've never written or published a story before! I have no idea what the hell I'm doing!!!! Im writing this for my bad bitch friend because we're both js so hilarious fr. Seriously tho I'm sorry for my cringey ass humor. In fact, I don't even know who I'm writing this author's note to!! this story aint gonna get any reads!!!

okay yeah bye 😍