Jarida Drabbles

On Camera

Merida couldn't remember when she'd first began her video diaries, or when she started posting them online. But she could distinctly remember when her subscribers had sky rocketed and when poeple had started caring about her day to day life.

She didn't know why. It wasn't because her life was interesting or particulary exciting. She was a waitress, freash out of college with no idea what to do with her life. And she wasn't that funny either. As usual, when merida thought about this she could only come up with one logical conclusion: people had nothing better to do with their time than watch a fiery redhead rave about her idiot co workers, isiot customers, idiot friends and archery.

She often found herself scrolling through the comments section. And there were hundrede of them Good things, bad things, stupid things. What she was starting to see alot of lately was collaboration requests. This was nothing abnormal, but they were asking for Jackson Overland.

Of course Merida knew who he was, it was hard not to know. Jackson Overland, aka username Jack Frost, was the third most subscribed person on YouTube. Sitting on top of over six million subscribers, he was more popular that Merida ever aspired to be. Her 999,000 seemed pathetic in comparison.

But Merida knew that if they collaborated, she would be exposed to many more possible viewers. She was so close to a million subscriber, if she could get there she might be able to make a career out of this video diary thing.

Her first instinctwas to see if hia fans were requesting the same thing.

As soon as she clicked on a video she knew were most of his popularity came from. The boy was attractive. Already shedisliked him. But his fans liked him.A LOT. And some of them liked her as well requests dotted the pagr.

Her scrolling was interrupted by the phone ringing, an unfamiliar number lighting up the screen.

"Hello?" she said cautiuosly.

"Is this Merida DunBroch?" a male voice said.

"Aye, that's me."

"This is Jackson Overland, you know, Jack Frost?"

Ah. He had beaten her to it.

"I know who ye are. How dide ye get my number?" she said, trying to keep her tone bored sounding.

"Hiccup gave it to me."

Ah, Hiccup. She'd have to talk to him about giving her phone number out.

"Well it seems like my viewers want to see us in a video together. Would you be willing to do that?"

"Sure, why not. How soon can ye get a flight to Scotland?"

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Two weeks later, on a Sunday, Merida woke up early. She showered, threw on a green sweater, and attempted to apply a little bit of make up. She didn'e even bother trying to brush her hair. Then she straightened up her small, old floor cottage and vacuumed the guest room.

She wasn't nervous, she told herself, just be polite. There was a knock on thw door and Merida's heartbeat quickened a little bit.

When she opened it, she was surprised. He was even more attractive in person. Tousled bleached hair, piercing blue eyes, and his trade mark smirk, a  pause passed before Merida realized she was making him stand in the rain.

"Hi Jackson. Come inside."

He stepped inside with his suitcase  and took off hhis shoes, revealing bare feet. It was November, where were his socks?