𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐞 - 𝐅.𝐖 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Camp: What the Fuck

Requested

Chris x Y/n

Y/n

"Guys I don't think he's the killer." I spoke up, i was sitting in the back of the room, scraping barbecue sauce of off of my blue crop top. While everyone stared at me wide eyed like I had just admitted to murdering Demi and Miley.

"What? That was a good fucking rib, Sue me." y/n I said licking said barbecue sauce off my fingers. Chris kept staring for some reason, I was kind of into but at the same time, like stop.

"No we're staring at you because your hair needs some work." Ezra spoke up them stood up and walked over to me. "Your hair is literally a night light" he said which made me raise an eye brow because, what the fuck. "The hell does that have to do with anything?." Bobby asked.

"Well, I don't know if you noticed but he's only after the hottest people, y/n has to be the hottest one here." Ezra said then turned back around. "Well, when she isn't stuffing her face of course." Shannon spoke up.

"That is like so fucking rude." I said licking the last finger then walking over to Chris and stealing his sanitizer. "I meant that if he's after the hottest people and don't go for you then that means he knows your a target because your hair.. kind of repelled people away." Ezra was getting more and more stupid the more he kept talking.

I raised my eyebrow and just walked away from chris and sat back down. His face was red and he had a pillow on his lap. Interesting. "You saying I don't have good fashion sense?" I said glaring at him. "I'm saying your hot, your wardrobe and hair decision could use some work." Ezra pointed then Chris finally spoke and said something.

"I think your hair looks great, like rainbow but in a very pale and uh, non-glow in the dark way." That made me crack a smile. Didn't change the fact that I still wanted to fucking kill Ezra though.

"Anyway back to what I was saying. I don't think Jason's the killer  he's way too much of a "I think everyone's a good person" kind of guy. Plus he's like 5'1. Way too short." Bobby blinked at what I said and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I don't think 5'1 is that short." He muttered but I definitely heard him.

"Okay then if you don't think he's the killer, go out and find him." Ezra suggested placing his hands on his hips. "I may think it's not him, but I would rather get tabasco hot sauce in my eyes than take one step out of that door." I said sitting up better only to grab the pringles from the table near me.

"You know I could go out with you." Chris said also sitting up properly. I raised my eyebrow and threw a chip in my mouth. "Yo man why the hell would you do that? For all we know she could be the murderer."  Bobby said placing a hand on his best friends shoulder.

"That is such a shitty fucking thing to say because if I  were the murderer you would be first on my list." I threw a chip at him and he glared at me. "She's not the murderer bobby." Chris muttered to Bobby.

"Dude, keep it your pants for like 5 minutes." Bobby's nose crinkled like I grossed him out. Then noelle finally said something after speaking to the spirits or whatever. "The spirits are telling me it's not her."

"See."

"You're just saying that cause you want pussy."

"Okay Bobby you're kinda of like ruining my shot here-"

"Will you guys actually pay attention to what's happening? Murderer is on the loose and we are running out of food." Shannon yanked the Pringles from my hands. Which earned her a very deep glare.
"Also one of us at least has to go out and find our phones."

"Not me." I said immediately followed by noelle, Chris and Bobby. "So I'm just supposed to do everything around here?" Shannon asked and literally everyone in the fuckass cabin nodded yes. "It was your idea to hide here." Noelle said.

"Also not to be like totally rude or anything but you kinda do need some fresh air." Bobby pointed out with a shit eating smile.

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After everyone was done arguing and a very interesting speech from Ezra about using protection if we end up " rawdogging ike hyenas" in the hall of fame, all them agreed that chris and I should go look for our phones. So far it was quiet, he didn't say much. Not like he knew what to say anyway so we kinda just spoke when necessary. At every single cracked branch this boy jumped.

He was terrified which was hilarious because I was also terrified but I wanted him to know I was better than him otherwise this shit wasn't gonna work out. "So, you and Shannon?" I brought up smoothly.

He looked shocked that I asked him that but he still responded. "Uh, that's not serious. We haven't reached that far yet." He said with limited confidence.

Interesting.

"You know what made me realize about you since being stuck here?"

His eyes lit up and he looked at me with hope. And I don't mean love hope I mean fuck hope. "How there's literally no fucking food around. Would it kill them to at least put a vending machine in this bitch."

He blinked. And then smiled and laughed. "No, it would kill them at all. What will kill them though, is this serial killer if we don't get the hell out of here." He said but I wasn't focused on him. I was frozen in place. I saw something move from the back. And it was someone in a mask. Walking towards us. With. An axe. I grabbed Chris's hand and is face blew red.

"Try not to scream, just run."

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A/n: hell of a summer is so hilarious