You're Not So Perfect | Corbyn Besson ✔️ (ON HOLD)

Chapter Twenty Four | Open 24hrs

"Is this the last lot we need to bring in?" I ask Tyler who was grabbing yet another box of the boys merch from the big truck outside the venue. He nods and passes me a box to bring inside. My arms were quite tired since we had been lugging these boxes inside for quite some while now.

Like damn guys, I appreciate you all buying the merch, but can't you do it online where I don't have to carry it all?

"Hey Kels, are you nearly done with those boxes?" I hear Daniel ask me once I was at the merch stand. Dropping the box down, I dust my hands on my leggings and crack my knuckles.

"I am now. What's up?" I ask suddenly noticing the big red, green and yellow piece of fabric in his hands.

"Well I found a hammock," he states.

"I can see that. Where are you gonna set it up?"

"That's the thing, I have no clue. Wanna help me find a place to set up this bad boy?" Daniel asks.

I nod. "Hell yeah, and I think I know just the place..."

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You have no idea how much of a struggle we made putting a hammock up. About forty five minutes later we had finally set this bloody thing up inside of the merch truck.

And yes, inside the merch truck.

"It actually worked out quite well if I don't say so myself," I say stepping back and staring at mine and Daniels masterpiece.

"Yeah, I must agree with you," he says. "But now we have to test it out." We both stare at each other.

"I don't wanna go first because what if I fall and land on my ass?" I say.

"Exactly why I don't want to be the test run," Daniel admits. I give him a shrug. "So what you're saying is that you'd much rather see me fall on my ass than you?"

"The truth hurts, Daniel."

He rolls his eyes and stretches the fabric out far enough for him to be able to sit on it. He then slowly rolls his body onto it and let's his legs come up from the floor. We both wait for a second with our eyes big, just waiting for it to collapse on him.

"I think I'm good?" Daniel says as more of a question.

"Hold up," I say walking toward him with my hands out.

"Kelsey Tanner don't you dare push me," He states. I ignore his orders and grab the hammock before swaying it to and fro. He starts to yell like a little kid as I swing it back and forth. "Kelsey!" He shouts. I laugh and slow the hammock down.

"Oh I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"You're an asshole," he chuckles.

"What the fuck is happening in here?" Zach laughs from behind us. We both turn to face him.

"We're setting up camp in here," Daniel says.

"You wanna turn?" I ask.

Zach shrugs. "Sure." So without further ado, Zach stumbles into the hammock and grips onto the sides with all his might as Daniel and I start to push him vigorously.

You know how I said that Daniel was yelling like a little kid? I was mistaken, Zach is the definition of yelling little kids.

"Jesus Christ, it actually sounds like the two of you are murdering someone in here," I hear Jonah who was standing at the end of the merch truck say.

Zach who had now stopped swinging sits up and nods. "It feels like it too."

I laugh. "Don't be such a drama queen," I tease as Jonah nods for me to come with him. I do as he asks before leaving the truck and following Jonah. "Yes?"