Camp Camp: Various! X Reader

Max X Reader: sound of music

Requested by CRAZY_COOKIE_LOVER I'm really not sure how well I did with this one because I never feel like I have Max down 100% when I write so please forgive me if this isn't my best ;w; with that being said I hope that you all like it and if you do please leave a comment it makes my day to see all of your new comments - be it a request or just telling me what you like about these fics and it really helps me with my motivation to write. Thank you! ^^

- Ghost

Music camp was probably the worst thing your family could have ever signed you up for at Camp Campbell.

You'd been looking forward to it at first, practically leaving you a bristling bundle of energy and excitement ecstatic to see how great it all was and all of the stuff you would be able to do once you finally got there; however the moment you stepped off of the bus you just knew this was nothing like the place you'd hoped it would have been. The place itself seemed pretty fun don't get it wrong (if not at least a little crazy) but there was just no way you were going to be able to practice your music while you were here – they didn't even have the music equipment to even be considered a music camp!

Still it wasn't as though you could change anything, you were going to be here for the entire summer anyway so there was no point in complaining about it and instead you tried to make do with what you had (which was really only your voice as you'd left your instruments at home) when you had the chance. It wasn't an entirely despicable situation though – after all with all of the weird, frankly bizarre stuff that seemed to be drawn to the camp and its campers there was rarely ever a dull moment where you would up dragged into some form of trouble at least once a day there was very little time to really contemplate the situation you'd be in for at least a few weeks.

Even so you still found yourself missing your things at home every once in awhile, and now was really no exception.

The rest of the campers had long since retired to their own tents for the night and you yourself were cooped up in yours, finding yourself awake in the dead of night even though you desperately wanted to sleep. You tossed and turned for a while trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but all you succeeded in doing was making yourself more uncomfortable until you just gave up on the thought of sleep all together, pulling yourself up as you stared at the crack in your tent at the outside, just barely making out the darkness setting in for the night and you sighed.

There was very little to occupy your attention in your tent and it wasn't like you had anyone else to talk to so it was clear that boredom was quickly setting in, but even so you tried your best to bide your time until sleep actually came to you, listening to whatever noises caught your attention from outside as you waited....and waited...and waited.

It was times like this when you missed having your instruments – back home whenever you were bored all you'd need to do was bring out whichever one caught your fancy and you'd be content wasting the evening away simply singing your heart out to the tunes you would create; without them you could already feel your hands aching from no longer being able to do so, desperate to find something to play but all you could do was wallow in the fact that such a thing wasn't possible for now. Your fingers drummed against the floor as your eyes wandered around the tent for what felt like the hundredth time that evening, idly contemplating if it was worth getting up to walk around outside for a while, but of course that idea was soon diminished as you reasoned you'd rather be bored out of your mind than up and about when everyone else had already returned to their respective tents for the night.

That didn't stop you from being restless and you with the minutes passing by you only began to fidget more, the tapping of your fingers dissolving into the frenzied pats of your palms against the floor as you attempted to bide your attention; that unfortunately only lasted so long before you groaned in frustration and let yourself topple back to lay on the floor. "Urgh this sucks!!!!" you cried out, hands coming up to cover your face as you yelled out, still mindful of your voice as to not wake anyone up.