ethans grant dolan.
"bro, there's no way in hell im camping out there."
i blatantly told my brother, walking out of the kitchen.
this is seriously the only reason he begged to come to jersey?
grayson's footsteps followed behind me. he tugged on my shoulder and swiftly turned me around.
"quit being a pussy. do it for the views man,"
he said with a flimsy smile on his face.
my lips formed into a thin line, thinking.
i mean... the worst that could happen is i get eaten by a wild animal.
"yeah, no fucking way."
i shook my head furiously back and forth.
grayson huffed, letting go of my shoulders.
he took a step back from me and a serious expression overcame his face.
"seriously ethan, this will get us a fuckton of views, which makes us a fuckton of money."
he sighed heavily and brought his hand up to his chin, rubbing his scruff.
"besides, they only see what's on camera."
he chuckled, and brought his hand back down to his side.
"we just say we're gonna sleep in the wilderness, and once the cameras are off, we just head inside, yeah?"
i thought about this.
grayson had a point.
this idea could gain us quite a bit of views.
our channel has been hitting a dead end recently, and this is exactly what we needed.
plus we're already in jersey.
i groaned.
"fuck, okay bro."
i gave in.
grayson clapped his hands together.
"yes, okay! we'll start filming tomorrow."
he informed me.
i hummed in response.
looks like we're doing a survival video.
