3 Weeks 2 Friends 1 Bed

How Did We Get Here?

⬆️AH YES, EDUCATIONAL⬆️

Okay, quick context before we start: I wrote this first chapter like... 2 years ago so it's a little shitty. I'll eventually come back and fix it but not at the moment.

George was confused. Really, really confused. First, he was coping from a breakup and now he's being yeeted into a giant camper van for a 3-week-long trip. Yeah sure, he agreed to come (he's not quite sure why; his brain said yes when Wither brought up that it was 3 weeks long) but that was only 12 hours ago. How the hell did they get a MASSIVE camper van on campus in a matter of 12 HOURS? George didn't know, and from what it seemed, Niki was the only one who did know.

Wither and Techno were as dumbfounded as he was, Jack, Tubbo, Ranboo, Tommy, and Phil were all looking at Niki in fear, or out of awe in Phil's case, and Fundy was glancing around, as if it came out of a portal.

"Niki, how did you... what?" Wither stuttered. Niki tilted her head towards them.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answer to!" She said happily.

"I do want to know..." Wither replied, "But I'm scared of the answer so I think we're gonna have to live in fear of this house on wheels." they stepped back, as if something would come out of it.

"You aren't kidding about house on wheels, Wither," Ranboo noted, "because this thing is huge!" Never had George seen Ranboo in such shock.

Niki laughed. "Don't worry, my cousin just drove it up here from Texas. It did not come out of a portal or anything, it was not summoned. There are no demons that I know of, it's all fine."

Jack tilted his head. "I guess everything really is bigger in Texas."

George blinked. "I'm still wondering how I dragged myself into this. If anyone knows, remind me." He deadpanned.

Fundy laughed, "You agreed to Wither's offer, George. Then you packed your shit, and here you are."

Techno, who now stood next to Jack, nodded. "Exactly what happened. Although, he missed the 'got no sleep part.'" he said jokingly.

Tommy chimed in, "And probably forgot to eat, like most of us." he quipped. George rolled his eyes.

"I got sleep. I did not eat, but I got two hours of sleep." he retorted.

Tubbo giggled. "Why only two hours? Usually you get four."

George sighed heavily. "Skep had another party. The only reason they stopped was because the RA told them to. They wouldn't have stopped if he wasn't so scary when he gets mad. After that, they scattered."

Wither smirked. "Get on my level. I got six hours!"

George snapped his head in their direction. "Teach me your ways. Teach me your fucking ways. Please. This is hell." George begged.

"Melatonin pill. Works every time." he replied, doing finger guns.

Phil, the only ACTUAL adult there, raised his eyebrow. "Don't tell me you take them every night, do you?" He asked, obviously concerned.

Wither smiled. "No, only on nights when the Insomnia's bad or when the neighbors are partying. So... biweekly."

Phil sighed in relief. "Oh thank God.

Niki suddenly clapped. "Well, are we doing this or not? We don't have all day! (Me writing this 😒😅) Chop chop!" With that, they loaded themselves onto the camper van.

Notes:

Bruh don't judge me I know jack shit about college, Texas, RAs etc.