Camp Camp|one shots

1.1. Home sweet home(David x reader)

Warning: strong language, bit of abuse, and this is my first ever fanfic so don't judge that much, okay?

Your pov

"How fu*king dare you?!" I screamed and started walking to the door furiously.

(R/n) grabbed my wrist and I flinched from the pain. My scars...that he left on me. I never thought he could be that violent, when I saw the blonde haired boy the first time. He changed. All I could think about, was it because of me?

"You're not going to leave me this time! I swear, it wasn't what it looks like!" he snapped me out of my thoughts with his harsh annoying voice. What a typical thing to say from a cheater. God, he is fu*king stupid.

"No! Not this time!" I tried to push him away, but the grip on my wrist was too strong. "I'm not going to do the same mistake again," I added quietly, but I swear he still heard me. Before he could shook his head, I punched him in the stomach. I hate violence, but anything for defense.

I grabbed my stuff and left the apartment, thinking how I would never come back again.

David pov

I was eating my sweet pancakes covered with syrup as I watched the kids play outside. Max was manipulating Nikki to joke around Nurf, Neil was arguing with Harrison about magic, Ered was just being cool. I love this camp.

Before I could get myself a third cup of fresh coffee, to fill me with energy for the day, Gwen slammed the door and entered the cottage.

"We need to find a new counselor!"

"Again? Wasn't Daniel and that crazy girl enough?"

"I guess not! Ugh, why do I even try with this shithole of a camp," Gwen sighed.

"Hey Gwen, don't think like that! I'm pretty sure we can find a decent counselor this time... I hope so," I tried to stay positive, even when Gwen literally wanted the earth to swallow her in, because of what happened the last time.

I just ignored that and grabbed the copy of the flayers which Gwen threw at me earlier. This is going to be a long day.

Your pov

I knocked on the wooden door and was welcomed by a nice cooked chicken smell.

Sarah's, my friend since high school, house always had that 'home' feeling to it. Her cooking and kids running across the rooms, just reminded me of my childhood.

I hated asking help from people, especially from Sarah. She has always helped me immediately without a question and what have I done done for her? Nothing. Just entering to her home, because I can't get my life together.

"He really did that? That's just disgusting!" Sarah looked at me shocked. She noticed that I was tired, so she made me a coffee and we relaxed next to the fireplace.

"I know. I'm still trying to forget."

"Ah, don't worry about it. Time heals all scars and like I can see you have many...sorry."

"It's okay. The last time I broke up with him, I started blaming myself and still went back. This time it's different, I guess I've learned my lesson?" I took a big sip of my hot coffee.

"Yes, I'm really proud of you. Now go rest, you had a long day." She hugged me and walked me to the guest room.

As I was drifting away to sleep, I thought about how I could help Sarah back. Also...I need a job.

*le time skip*

The next day came, I put my most decent clothes on and left for the city.