*first person view, she/her pronouns
I was finishing up applying my makeup. I had woken up late today and was rushed through my morning routine. I stayed up all night watching Smosh videos from before I joined.
I joined around a year ago and it has been so fun. I never knew a job like this would be so perfect for me. In Highschool I had struggled a lot with social stuff. Damien was basically my only friend, and thanks to him that's why I got this job.
I had been working as a customer service person at Hollister. That was hell on earth. I had a panic attack nearly every day. Since starting this job, I've really come out of my shell drastically. I clicked with a few of the others like Shayne and Courtney. But even with the people I don't know that well, I'm able to crack jokes or make myself look like a fool. Oh, if 14 year old me could see me now.
I rushed out the door, almost forgetting my phone and start up my car. I drive to work about three miles over the speed limit. Not that much higher but it got me there just in time.
I waved hello to everyone I passed like usual. We had an early recording session that day so I went straight to the recording area. We were doing some type of gaming challenge but I wasn't sure exactly what it was.
The rest of the crew was there already. I sat down next to Damien, which was the only seat available. The employees behind the cameras finished setting up the cameras and everyones mics.
Damien started the intro and Ian cracked a joke which led the rest of us to start making jokes too. We finally started playing. We played Mario Kart and had to eat a hot pepper each time we died or came in last place. The intensity of the hot pepper increased each time. If someone tapped out, they would be punished after everyone stopped playing. No one tapped out but it was still an interesting video I think.
I had noticed that Damien had only two peppers while I had four. Courtney has gotten most of the peppers, she had to eat six. Ending with her eating the ghost pepper. Luckily she didn't die one more time or she'd have to eat the Carolina reaper. (A/n I had no clue what to do for a video idea. I'm good at writing not filming. Anyway I hope the video thing made sense but it doesn't really matter to the story. Ok I'll shut up.)
The camera crew undid our mics after the shooting and started to pick up all the camera equipment that wasn't needed for the rest of the day. A few of the other people went off to film a skit and I was left with some free time.
I headed to the lounge and made some well needed coffee. I wasn't able to grab a cup in the morning cause I was late. I made a caramel iced coffee and topped it with whipped cream and cinnamon. I had worked at Starbucks for a bit in high-school and I'm forever thankful for that because I make the best coffee now.
I sat down in one of the couches and watched the tv. It was showing a documentary on criminals. I finished my coffee and still didn't have anything to do. A bit later, Damien, Shayne and Courtney came into the lounge. They probably finished the skit.
"Hey y/n!" Courtney said, sitting next to me.
"Hi." I smiled.
"Okay so while filming the skit, we all realized that the four of us haven't hung out in a while." She gestured to the four of us. "So Damien invited us over to his place to order some pizza and play some games. You gonna join?"
"Yeah, of course sounds fun!" I loved hanging out with the three of them. Damien of course I knew was fun. We'd have pizza and play games all the time in high school. I once spent a whole week at his place, even with school. Shayne was really close with Damien and had a lot in common with Damien. He made me feel comfortable around him. Courtney was really cool. She and I immediately clicked. She would help me with any of my stupid problems.
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