I Can Make You Smile (David x Reader)// CAMP CAMP (Discontinued)

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I cannot express how thankful I am for this  

"Alright, kids, since today is going to be a bit..." She paused to think of the words, "Stressful! I have decided our morning activity will consist of yoga exercise and deep meditation." 

Both I and David passed out Yoga mats, which I truthfully don't even recognize ever being in the storage closet. I kept a purple one to myself and placed it down, deciding I would join this session. 

I sat down and focused on Gwen, finding her focused on the campers. 

While pulling some grass blades up and ripping them in two, Max, Niel, and Nikki approached, 

"Samuel-"

"(Y/N)."

"If you had to pick, who would you say is the best camper here?" Nikki questioned. 

"... That's a tough question to put on a camp counselor." I chuckled. 

"Just answer the damn question," Max grumbled. I narrowed my eyes slightly, 

"Well, I know for a fact it's not you. None of you three actually." I answered. 

"See! She's a waste of time, let's ask Nerris." Max said before leading the other two away. David then walked next to me, placing his hands on his waist as he kept an eye on the campers. I gently reached up and grabbed his wrist, pulling it down so I could read his watch, 

'9:30'

"Fucking-"

//

The birds flew from Harrison's hat, one smacking their wing hard against Jermy. It then flopped, kinda like a fish in a way in an attempt to fly. Long story short, I put a bandage around their wing and now it's sitting on a bed I made for them out of a pillowcase and a few leaves on Davids desk. I don't think he'll mind...

//

With the clay, I made a small cup, nothing big not too tiny either in my opinion. 

"Do we even have a kiln?" I questioned, looking over to David who seemed to be making a bowl or something, 

"I don't think so? We just hand them to the quartermaster and they come back glossed and everything." 

"..."

//

"Shut up Harrison! Your magic is stupid and won't help me! I can just cast a spell!!" 

I placed my hands on my hips, stopping immediately after realizing how much of a David action that was, 

"What's going on over here?" 

Harrison shrugged, "This sorcerer is having a fit just cause she won't help me put her helmet on." 

"That is incorrect. I-" 

I carefully moved the helmet and clipped it under Nerris's chin, "There. When you take it off, try not to pinch yourself." I smiled before turning and helping other campers, 

"See? I didn't need magic." 

"You didn't need spells either."

//

"I can't do this. I can't fucking do this!" Max yelled, covering his head with a groan. 

"Hang in there, Max! The days almost over." 

"He roasted Space Kid with his farts!!" 

"Wait, when did that happen?" I questioned. 

"Did you not see that?!" Max turned to me, anger and frustration clear across his face.